Page 50 of Beach Reads and Deadly Deeds

both confident and cautious at the same time—or I was seeing a reflection of my own wants and fears.

Jason was perfect in his imperfection. He had a two-inch scar on his abdomen where his appendix must have been removed.

His face wasn’t perfectly symmetrical—his right eye closed a little more than his left.

His nose had been broken at least once, the bridge slightly bigger than it should be.

But all those minor imperfections gave him character and made him more gorgeous.

I might have stared too long, because he put his hands on my face and said, “You okay?”

“Perfect,” I said breathlessly.

He smiled slightly, a crooked, perfect smile, and kissed me.

We fell to our knees, and he pushed the robe off my shoulders. The cool ocean breeze made me shiver, so he pulled me to him.

“If you’re too cold—” he began, then put his mouth on my breast and his hand between my legs, and I would have fallen over

if he wasn’t supporting me.

The boat rocked beneath us, and soon we were adding to the movement as Jason murmured, “You first.”

“No,” I said, my voice raspy as his fingers worked magic. “Together.” I gasped as one finger slowly penetrated me.

“You first, then together.”

Two orgasms? I had never had two orgasms in one night. None of my boyfriends seemed to care after they had one, and I figured

I was lucky to get one in the first place. I must have tensed, or he might have read my mind.

He dropped his hand, and I groaned. He turned me to face him and said, “Want to go for three?”

“I don’t—I don’t think I can.”

“Four.”

I laughed. It was a strange sound, not really a laugh, sort of a yelping giggle as I moved closer to him.

“Are you daring me?” he asked with a wicked grin.

“Of course not.”

“You are,” he said. “I don’t know if I told you, but I’m very competitive.” He kissed me as we knelt against each other. Then

he put his hand back between my legs and slowly inserted one finger. Then two. His thumb touched my sweet spot, and I gasped

and tried to pull away, the sensation of his fingers almost too much. But he held me close, his mouth on mine, warm, as urgent

as his fingers, the boat moving, rocking gently beneath us, and I arched my back as I exploded.

He held me tight as the wave of heat rushed through me and turned me to mush. I looked up at the stars, my vision blurred. He was kissing my neck, soft kisses. Then he licked the tender spot behind my ear, and I shuddered.

“Oh, my. Oh, Jason. I. Wasn’t. Expecting. That.”

Before I could catch my breath, he had me on my back, tucking my robe under my head. I stared at him, the stars all around

his silhouette, and knew he wasn’t joking about a second orgasm. I wanted him fully, and I would do anything he asked at that

moment. My mouth parted, and he leaned over me. “You’re beautiful, Mia.”

It might have been a line, but I’d already had one orgasm, and he could feed me any line he wanted if he could coax out another

one.

“You’re uncomfortable,” he said.

“Huh?”

I couldn’t feel much of anything but Jason’s body on mine.

The roof of the cabin was about the size of a double bed. He kissed me, then rolled over, taking me with him, so I was on

top.

“Better,” he said.

Having all this access to him and his body was rather intoxicating. I didn’t know what to touch first, so I touched everywhere,

moving my hands slowly down his chest to his thighs, brushing them against his warm, hard penis. His hand started moving frantically

around the deck.

“What? Did I hurt you?”

“Condom. Pocket. Now.”

I found his shorts and the condom. Ripped it open. He tried to take it from me, but I held it away. “Allow me,” I said.

“Oh God, Mia,” he said, his muscles bunching in his neck as I took charge.

I had never been this bold, this brave, in my life.

I had never felt this sexy before, or this desirable.

And then, I slid down onto him, my breath hitching in my chest with each inch. Jason’s hands held my hips firmly.

“Don’t move,” he said. “Give me one sec.”

He moved inside me, and I involuntarily clenched. He moaned, took in a deep breath, slowly let it out. His hands, still on

my hips, pushed me up, then back down.

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I moved to find better leverage, put my knees on either side of him, then found the railing above his head. I held it tight

as we moved together, first slowly, then faster, our rhythm in sync. No awkward fumbles. Had our bodies known each other in

a previous life? I felt like I was with a stranger... and with someone I had known forever.

And I was on the verge of another orgasm. I wanted to let go. I wanted to scream with the overwhelming lust that unexpectedly

flowed through me.

“Jason,” I gasped.

“Now,” he said.

I sank down on him, one final plunge, and I screamed into the night. His body convulsed beneath mine as I collapsed on top

of him.

We lay like that for five, ten, fifteen minutes? I didn’t know. Time stopped. Then a breeze rolled over me, and I shivered,

remembered that I was naked and sweaty. We shifted, Jason adjusted himself, and we leaned against the railing, my head on

his chest.

“Wow,” I said, my mouth dry.

“Definitely,” he said.

The ocean seemed lighter around us, and I bolted up. “Is someone coming?”

“No,” he said, and pulled me back down to him. “Look.”

He gestured toward the island. It appeared to be glowing. As we watched, the moon rose. It was two days shy of a full moon

and cast a blue-gray tinge on the world around us.

“You’re cold,” he said.

“I don’t want to move.”

“I promised you another orgasm,” he said. “Let’s try the bed.”

“You actually promised me two more,” I teased, and kissed him. “I won’t hold you to it.”

“Is that a dare?”

“Maybe.”

“I accept the challenge, Mia Crawford.”

He helped me up, and we went down to the stateroom.

Jason finished the challenge to my complete and total satisfaction.