Slightly Sinful Read Online Free Page B
Author: Yvette Hines
body had become sensitive to every sensation. She needed time away from all the revelry before she found herself having sex with the first man who offered.
“I can’t remember the last time I went skinny dipping.” Delilah relaxed back in the water as vast moonless sky stretched overhead, the darkness barely broken by multiple tiki lamps in the white sandy shore. The warm Bahamian ocean caressed her nude body. “I forgot how good it felt.”
“Yes, it does.” Pamela kicked softly in the water as other people moved in and out of the cove.
In the glow from shore, she had a distorted view of the other guests' sexual play.
“This night isn’t going to last but so long and I plan to enjoy every moment of it. So, as nice as this is, I’m going to leave you, my friend, for something thick and hard.” Pamela splashed, sending a stream of water across the small inlet.
Shrieking at her friend, Delilah wiped droplets from her face. “Enjoy. I just need a few more moments and I’ll be along.”
“Daniel is finally alone. I’ll see you later.” Her voice filled with delight, Pamela swam away.
Not disturbed at all that her friend abandoned her for a rich, good-looking man, Delilah continued to float along the water, an occasional movement of her arms allowing her to stay within the cove.
When her head bumped into something, she assumed she got too close to one of the smooth boulders on the edge of the small bay. Preparing to steer away, she wasn’t ready to feel hands on her waist, halting her as a person propelled out of the water. Strong hands held her backside pressed against a solid male form.
Demetrius found me .
“You looked too captivating over here all alone.” The voice was husky with a hint of an accent that wasn't Texan.
Not Demetrius .
She attempted to face him, but the vise grip on her waist prevented it. “So, don’t I get to know who’s intruded in my secret garden?”
His chuckle, rich and masculine, rumbled through his chest and against her back before it ever left his mouth.
“No.” Pulling her tighter to him, he spoke in low tones next to her ear, the accent Latin, possibly Spanish. “My only purpose now is to bring you to the screaming climax you have been yearning for since this evening began.”
Cocky as hell, aren’t we? “What makes you think I’m in the mood for an orgasm, or that I’ll even scream?”
He sent another vibration along her spine as the hair on his legs tickled her thighs and calves.
“Oh, you will.” His tongue glided down the curve of her shoulder. “You’ve been aroused since the volleyball game. Hmm, maybe before that.” A single palm slid up her stomach and cupped her breast. “Your nipples are very distinctive when they’re erect.”
Her breath hitched as he compressed the distended tip. “It’s the air and the water, rather than an internal need.” She denied the evidence, enjoying the word play with her faceless stranger.
He nipped the skin below her ear, causing her to lean her head to the side, giving him better access.
“And earlier tonight at dinner?” He spoke against her skin. “Every man could see them poking through your top as if they were pleading for someone to free them. You had half the men jerking off under the table.”
It was her turn to laugh. Her mystery man was observant. Her arousal had increased at dinner when she watched the man who’d arrived late. The man at dinner, the strong silent type, had caused her imagination to roam in various erotic fantasies. Pamela could have her Silverman. She wanted that man. Or this one would do for now. While the volleyball games had gone on, she’d looked for him but he wasn’t anywhere to be found. Thinking of him now caused her thighs to ache.
“Just the excitement of the island.” Clearing her mind, she relaxed against the man with her now as the water lapped against their bodies.
“Is that so?” His hand moved down her belly until it reached her sex. “Let’s
“I can’t remember the last time I went skinny dipping.” Delilah relaxed back in the water as vast moonless sky stretched overhead, the darkness barely broken by multiple tiki lamps in the white sandy shore. The warm Bahamian ocean caressed her nude body. “I forgot how good it felt.”
“Yes, it does.” Pamela kicked softly in the water as other people moved in and out of the cove.
In the glow from shore, she had a distorted view of the other guests' sexual play.
“This night isn’t going to last but so long and I plan to enjoy every moment of it. So, as nice as this is, I’m going to leave you, my friend, for something thick and hard.” Pamela splashed, sending a stream of water across the small inlet.
Shrieking at her friend, Delilah wiped droplets from her face. “Enjoy. I just need a few more moments and I’ll be along.”
“Daniel is finally alone. I’ll see you later.” Her voice filled with delight, Pamela swam away.
Not disturbed at all that her friend abandoned her for a rich, good-looking man, Delilah continued to float along the water, an occasional movement of her arms allowing her to stay within the cove.
When her head bumped into something, she assumed she got too close to one of the smooth boulders on the edge of the small bay. Preparing to steer away, she wasn’t ready to feel hands on her waist, halting her as a person propelled out of the water. Strong hands held her backside pressed against a solid male form.
Demetrius found me .
“You looked too captivating over here all alone.” The voice was husky with a hint of an accent that wasn't Texan.
Not Demetrius .
She attempted to face him, but the vise grip on her waist prevented it. “So, don’t I get to know who’s intruded in my secret garden?”
His chuckle, rich and masculine, rumbled through his chest and against her back before it ever left his mouth.
“No.” Pulling her tighter to him, he spoke in low tones next to her ear, the accent Latin, possibly Spanish. “My only purpose now is to bring you to the screaming climax you have been yearning for since this evening began.”
Cocky as hell, aren’t we? “What makes you think I’m in the mood for an orgasm, or that I’ll even scream?”
He sent another vibration along her spine as the hair on his legs tickled her thighs and calves.
“Oh, you will.” His tongue glided down the curve of her shoulder. “You’ve been aroused since the volleyball game. Hmm, maybe before that.” A single palm slid up her stomach and cupped her breast. “Your nipples are very distinctive when they’re erect.”
Her breath hitched as he compressed the distended tip. “It’s the air and the water, rather than an internal need.” She denied the evidence, enjoying the word play with her faceless stranger.
He nipped the skin below her ear, causing her to lean her head to the side, giving him better access.
“And earlier tonight at dinner?” He spoke against her skin. “Every man could see them poking through your top as if they were pleading for someone to free them. You had half the men jerking off under the table.”
It was her turn to laugh. Her mystery man was observant. Her arousal had increased at dinner when she watched the man who’d arrived late. The man at dinner, the strong silent type, had caused her imagination to roam in various erotic fantasies. Pamela could have her Silverman. She wanted that man. Or this one would do for now. While the volleyball games had gone on, she’d looked for him but he wasn’t anywhere to be found. Thinking of him now caused her thighs to ache.
“Just the excitement of the island.” Clearing her mind, she relaxed against the man with her now as the water lapped against their bodies.
“Is that so?” His hand moved down her belly until it reached her sex. “Let’s