Page 62 of Forbidden Forward

“My sister, Lindsey. I wouldn’t trust anyone else with it.”

Propping my elbow on the table, I drop my chin in my palm and stare at the supreme agitator across the table from me with naked awe.

“Why?”

His eyes shift side to side. “Why what?” He knows what I mean; he’s stalling.

“Why did you start it?”

He holds up his index finger. “You had your one.”

Meaning I asked my one question—our one-for-one trade. “But I have so many more questions,” I laugh, hoping to turn what’s become a heavy exchange into a lighter one.

“Them’s the breaks.” A semblance of a smile appears on his face. “What do you say we get some dessert and head back to the boat? Or would you rather mess up the sheets in your hotel room?”

Colby

RELIEF IS SO PALPABLE I wonder if Jackie can reach out and touch it. She doesn’t push, doesn’t throw any more questions my way, though I can tell they’re running endless drills around the rink of her mind. But this is too new—whatever this is—and I can’t go there. I might never be able to go there.

After dinner, I ask her again where she wants to spend the night. She surprises me when she asks if I’ll take her sailing in the morning. I don’t hesitate. My answer makes up her mind, and we drive back to the marina so we can get an early start. Tomorrow is the last day either of us has off, and we’ll both be heading back to Raleigh. Separately.

Jackie asks about different landmarks and streets and Beaufort’s history as we cross town. In the short time I’ve been coming here, I haven’t bothered to learn any of the town’s quirks or characteristics. My priorities have been boat, marine supply, the nearest grocery store, and bars and restaurants. You could call it tunnel vision, but seeing possibilities through her eyes, my curiosity is piqued and I want to explore the area. With her.

At the Gail, I carry Jackie’s and my bags and stow them. Her brother texted her while we were at dinner, and she exchanges messages with him while I pour us some bourbons on the rocks.

“Sorry I don’t have the big cubes,” I say as I set the drinks down on the table. “Everything okay with your brother?”

“Yeah, fine. He was just checking in, making sure I have everything I need.”

I don’t know what motivates me to say it, but I follow up with, “And do you? Have everything you need?”

She takes a sip of the bourbon and bites down on that plump bottom lip I want to suck on, all the while giving me bedroom eyes. “I’m not sure,” she teases. Then the fingers not wrapped around her glass snake between my tucked-in shirt and my waistband, and she tugs me toward the berth by my belt buckle. Oh hells yeah! On the way, I grab my own cocktail and follow her like a puppy about to be fed a treat.

The berth is dark, which is good because I don’t want anyone looking in when I get her naked. But it’s light enough I can see the gleam in her eyes, her white teeth when she smiles, and the pale skin at her throat I want my mouth on.

We stand at the foot of the berth, and I loop her hair behind her ears. “It’s early. What do you want to do?” I give her an eyebrow wiggle. She returns a coy smile and balances her glass on the mattress. Then her fingers are on my buckle, and she’s prying it open.

“I want to thank you for today,” she says in this sultry voice, and the man in my pants stands at attention. I reach for the buttons of her blouse and undo a few, but she pulls away before I finish the job. Her lace bra peeks out between the gap, and my mouth waters. Looking up at me, she rubs her palm over my fly, and she’s none too gentle about it. Damn, that feels good! Then she pulls down my zipper and slides my pants and underwear off my hips. They pool around my knees, trapping me, and my fully erect shaft bobs free.

I’m exposed, and her gaze roams over me. Her smile turns downright salacious, and excitement swells in my gut.

I smirk. Of course I do. “See something you want?”

“It’s possible.” The tip of her tongue slides out and swipes her perfect lips. Picking up the glass, she takes a gulp of the amber liquid. Next thing I know, she’s on her knees, her fingers are wrapped around me, and my cock is in her mouth. The sensation overwhelms, and I gasp out a string of curse words, helpless to corral my reaction. The bourbon’s cold, but her tongue is hot, and she uses it with mind-melting skill. Her lips too. Her entire mouth as she pulls me deep into her throat.

Jesuuuuus!

My fingers dive into her hair and tighten. My hold doesn’t slow her down, and she slides my cock in and out of her mouth, her tongue working it over while her lips move from nibbling to sucking to closing over me. Her deft fingers stroke me, and my knees shake.

She draws back and looks up at me, a triumphant grin on her face. Yeah, she has me at her mercy.

“What?” I pant. My fingers are still buried in her hair.

“I’m thirsty.” She lifts the glass from the mattress and takes another swallow, her eyes mining mine. There’s a devious glint in them that turns me on ten times more than I already am. This woman is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.

Making a big show of downing another gulp, she slowly sets the glass beside her and hums with pleasure as she guides my head back into her mouth. This time she’s added an ice cube to the mix, and that tongue of hers twirls it over my dick. She sucks hard, and the combination of the pressure, the ice, and her hand pumping me nearly undo me.

Enough presence of mind exists in my brain that I extract my fingers from her strands and place them on her shoulders. “Stop,” I plead.