Hot For It. Melissa MacNeal
crude of her as a guest in their—
Hold on, missy! They’re calling this your house, Spike reminded her. Leilani suggested that you walk along the beach to sort out your thoughts. You might’ve walked in on them—and they might’ve planned it that way! They might invite you to frolic naked—
She arched an eyebrow in the direction she thought his gravelly voice came from—although it was mostly inside her head.
“Let me guess,” she whispered. “I don’t smell your cigarettes because you’ve found other stuff to smoke!
Don’t knock it, doll. Puts a whole new spin on things. Maybe you could use a new spin.
Her eyes wandered back to the couple on the moonlit beach. Leilani’s thick waves cascaded down her back, jerking like a curtain when Ramon wove his fingers into them. Leilani gasped with the force of his kiss…leaned into his tall, virile body and then shimmied against him, making him moan.
Hugging herself, Cat watched in envy. Damn, those two were really getting into it! Did they really intend to—
Of course they do! You’re the one who’s hanging back, playing the voyeur! Spike taunted. You could slip out to another section of beach and wade naked, minding your own business, instead of gawking at—
Would you stifle yourself? She waved him off, scowling.
A little burst of that angel’s trumpet musk suggested he’d left her.
Meanwhile Ramon was kissing Leilani deeply, bending her back like a slender willow to do his bidding.
“Make me your slave!” Leilani rasped. “Force me to take every inch of your long, hot cock into my—”
“You’ll be screaming for it!” he growled playfully. “Don’t tempt me past more than your puss can handle!”
Their bodies writhed in rhythm, until their faces parted so their long tongues could duel in the moonlight.
Cat’s insides tightened. She was fully aware of her wickedness…felt the come-on in the breeze that tickled her between the legs as she undulated to the same rhythm she watched below. Her legs parted, begging her fingers to satisfy the ache between them.
How long had it been? She twitched at the first flick of her fingertips. Leilani, too, seemed urgent as she backed away to look up at her dark lover and then turned to tempt him with her pert backside.
Ramon’s rich laughter wafted around her on the sea breeze, making Cat squirm against the balcony support. If she shifted…bent at the knees just so, she could rub herself. No one would have a clue what she was doing…what the smooth, cool paint felt like against her hot, throbbing flesh.
Leilani was bending forward, bracing her hands on her knees, a midnight sprite so lovely it took Cat’s breath away. Of all the tropical blossoms on this island, Leilani was the most delicate, the most sensual, the most stunning—and she knew it: assumed her place as queen of sensual realms Cat had had no previous dealings with.
But she was about to learn, big-time.
She knew damn well Ramon was going to take his wife from behind. She watched the lithe islander point his long cock and grab the lush hips offered up to him. Cat held her breath as he paused at Leilani’s opening. She had no trouble imagining how wet and warm it would be because her own slit was brimming over.
Slowly and secretively, Cat moved against the carved cylindrical post, using a turning in the wood to best advantage against her clit. God, but this was dirty! She was beyond caring if Spike was watching her now. Trevor and Grant would not believe—
Trevor and Grant are probably in the same position as the couple you’re watching, with Bruce egging them on.
But why entertain such images—why wonder if her guardian angel had spoken, or if those were her own thoughts—when she had a bird’s-eye view of such a lovely couple making love? Cat held her breath…pressed herself more firmly against the balcony post when Ramon disappeared inside Leilani, inch by excruciating inch, until she whimpered and began to pump against him.
Ramon arched back slightly, his pigtail as stiff as his other extremity. Slowly, bending to achieve a better angle, the man who’d driven her home from the airport drove himself deep inside his woman, pulling out and then burying himself to the hilt. Again and again he thrust, as though he could control his own climax all night long.
Leilani’s moans taunted Cat. God, how she wished Ramon was putting it to her that way! But for now, Cat gyrated herself to a very nice thrum that would soon bring the release she needed so badly.
With a little whimper, Leilani fell forward and caught herself, the prima donna in a breathtaking ballet during which Ramon eagerly followed her every lead and granted her every request. He moved with her, lowering himself slowly with those long corded legs until his knees dropped into the soft sand on either side of Leilani’s.
They were grunting and rutting now, two lithe animals in heat. Cat heard Leilani’s wetness, echoed by her own as she matched the speed of their primal dance. Her housekeeper’s breasts jiggled with the force of Ramon’s thrusts, and she met every one of them with an eager grace, tilting her head back in ecstasy.
When Ramon clamped his arms around her, Cat grabbed the railing and hung on for dear life. She could not cry out when she climaxed! Could not let the couple on the beach know she’d been following their every move so avidly. So brazenly.
She found it then, that sweet spot that promised the rush she needed. As Ramon’s triumphant grunts punctuated the night, she curled against the railing and succumbed to a climax that went on and on. Cat bit back a scream that would’ve torn the night in two.
Leilani did it for her: she wailed like a wild creature surrendering to her mate, releasing cataclysmic forces that crashed inside her like tidal waves beating the rocky shore. On and on Leilani moaned, in a randy duet with Ramon, until Cat thought she might rub the paint from the post.
She couldn’t stop. Her hips wriggled, and wetness spread down her thighs until her eyes flew open from the implosion below. She hugged the railing so hard she knew she’d have bruises tomorrow—
Then she realized the couple on the beach had stopped, still joined at the hip. They were watching her.
Had she squealed, too far gone to hear herself? She might pretend Leilani and Ramon didn’t know what she’d been doing, but that just showed how naive her thought process was.
They’d caught her spying on them. If they quizzed her about it, she had no recourse but to confess—and to admit to herself they knew what she’d been doing while she watched them.
Life on this island would be more complicated than she’d thought. And a whole lot hotter.
5
After a night that alternated between erotic dreams and waking up so giddy she couldn’t sleep, Cat slipped out of bed to watch the sunrise from her balcony. Ribbons of bright pink and peach wrapped around the island, to make her new world a glowing, cozy place she longed to explore today.
But what would she say to Ramon and Leilani? She felt awkward about spying on them and then getting caught in a compromising position—but damn it, they’d told her to go for a walk on that beach!
What to do? She had to go downstairs sometime…had to decide whether such encounters would limit her explorations and—
Hey, doll—who’s the boss here? If it’s gonna be your island, you’ve gotta get past this “what if?” stuff. Tell ’em how it is!
Spike’s greeting made her smile into the sun, which rose like a vibrant red ball above the sea. Already she was behaving differently: hadn’t seen the sun rise since she could remember; had met her guardian angel; believed she could be in charge again! Life with Laird, and not selling a book for a while, had dampened her independent spirit more than she knew.
But those things were behind her now! If