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  I wrap my lips around her nipple, sucking on the sweet little nub, while pinching and pulling at the other with my free hand. There’s a part of me that thinks I could make Ree come like this. She is that responsive, the fire between us that strong.

  I finally stop my torture—at least for now. Margarita lets out a small mew of disappointment, but I know that I’ll give her more pleasure soon. I begin a path down her torso, letting my lips barely glide against her heated skin. I stop here and there to nibble and suck on her sweet skin, memorizing the feel and taste of her. I don’t stop until my lips meet the edge of her panties. I thought about taking these off earlier, when I took off the rest of her clothes, but I knew if I did, I would lose complete control—and that is unacceptable.

  I carefully pull Margarita’s panties down her legs, kissing each area I reveal as I go, until they are completely off. Instead of throwing them wherever, I bring them up, dangling them in front of my face, catching her scent.

  “What are you doing?” She gasps.

  I give her a grin, but I don’t answer, as I let them drop to the floor.

  I look down at her, my chest going tight as I look at her. She’s so fucking beautiful it hurts. She’s better than I’ve dreamed and hell, I’ve dreamed about her so much it’s insane.

  I can see the lips of pussy shining because she’s so wet. I lightly graze her clit with the tip of my tongue, my hands on each of her hips, holding her exactly how I want her, making sure she remains open to me.

  I let my finger trace the lips of her pussy, waxed bare, soft, plush…and heaven.

  My heaven.

  I gather her wetness on my finger, staring at it, pleasure coursing through me. This moment is special, every moment with Margarita is special—a gift that I will never take for granted. I lightly press my finger inside of her pussy. It’s so tight, I know I’ll have to work with her a lot, stretch her, before I take her virginity. Shit, it’ll be painful no matter what I do. I’m going to make sure she gets pleasure from it, however. I’ll do whatever it takes. I fuck her pussy with my finger, tunneling in and out, not deep, but enough to give her pleasure. The only thing claiming her virginity is my cock. While I’m toying with her sweet little cunt, my tongue licks every inch of her, while purposely ignoring her clit. The way her hips are moving restlessly, shows me she’s getting frustrated, her body craving for more than I’m giving. I continue to play with her, waiting.

  When she lets out a little cry, her voice broken, I look up and our gazes lock.

  “Eddie, please, I need more,” she pants.

  It’s the sweetest plea, and my name on her lips is exactly what I wanted. Then, and only then, do I give into her needs.

  My tongue flicks at her clit, heightening her impending orgasm, before giving in and wrapping my lips around the throbbing bundle of nerves, sucking it into my mouth and tugging on it as I suckle. I moan as her sweet taste explodes in my mouth. Jesus, she’s so fucking good.

  Her hands find my hair, she digs her fingers into it, urging me on. This time I give her exactly what she wants, adding a second finger but somehow having enough self-control not to thrust all the way through her barrier.

  “Eddie,” she begs again, her body quaking, as her orgasm begins to build. I double my efforts pressing my face against her cunt and eating her out even more ferociously. I don’t stop until she falls apart. “Eddie…oh…God…Don’t stop, please. Please, don’t stop.”

  She cries as she comes all over my damn face, flooding my mouth with her cum. It makes me want to stay between her legs forever.

  I continue to lick her pussy, soothing the quivering flesh, as I slowly bring her down from her orgasm. Her legs give out and she slides down to the floor, as I gather her in my lap.

  “You taste so fucking good, Princess.”

  “Eddie,” she murmurs, her voice little more than a happy hum. I feel her lips press against my neck and that small gesture makes me feel so fucking satisfied, there are no words.

  “Kiss me, Ree,” I demand, my hand sliding along the back of her neck, positioning her exactly the way I want her. “I want you to taste yourself on my lips and know that you belong to me,” I growl.

  “Eddie,” she gasps, her beautiful dark eyes going wide. My lips land on hers, our tongues meeting, tangling. Margarita doesn’t realize it yet, but her fate is sealed.

  I’ll never let her go.

  7

  Ree

  “Morning sleepy head.”

  I look up to see Eddie come into the bedroom, carrying a tray. I smile when I think about last night. It was nothing like what I expected. After he gave me an orgasm, we didn’t have sex. I wanted to and I could tell that he did to—his pants were so tight between the legs that it had to be painful.

  One thing is for sure, Eddie is not a small man. Maybe that’s what all the talk is about when they say he ruins them for other men—no one can quite measure up. The problem is I think he’s done that to me, and we haven’t even gone all the way yet.

  I push my huge mass of hair out of my face—that’s something else that’s new.

  Sex hair.

  It’s going to take a miracle to tame my locks this morning.

  I pull the sheet tight over my naked body and sit up in the bed, leaning against the headboard.

  “Hi,” I murmur, looking up at him. I can feel my face heat, but his smile and the look in his eyes make me feel warm all over and secure.

  “Are you hungry?” he asks, as he comes over to the bed.

  He puts the tray down over my lap and my gaze drops to it, noticing the fruit plate, as well as the bacon, eggs, and orange juice. My smile stretches, because although I’ve had maids most of my life, I can’t remember having breakfast in bed served, especially by someone as sexy as Eddie is in his faded jeans, no shirt and barefoot. His hair is rumpled, and I know that even if I live to be a hundred, I’ll never be able to get this image of him out of my head.

  “Famished.”

  When he smiles at me, his eyes sparkle. He sits down, the bed shifting with his weight. His gaze never leaves mine and then he leans over the tray, placing a small kiss on my lips. My eyes flutter close, as I soak in the sweetness of the moment, the feeling of rightness that seems to explode around me.

  I need to remember that this is only for two weeks, because having Eddie like this, is something a girl could get used to…come to crave.

  “We did work up an appetite last night,” he says, that devilish grin coming back. I quietly laugh, shaking my head.

  I grab a piece of bacon and take a bite of it studying him.

  “At least one of us did,” I respond. “You never…I mean…”

  “We have time,” he says with a shrug, and I frown, because it brings back the reminder that we don’t have a lot of time. I have a feeling two weeks is going to go very fast where Eddie is involved. “Hey, none of that, Ree,” he chastises.

  “None of what?”

  “You are forbidden to think about what happens if this ends—”

  “You mean when.”

  “I mean if. All you are allowed to think about is how fucking good we are together.”

  Are you always so bossy?”

  “Definitely, but I think you like that too.”

  I roll my eyes, because he’s kind of right. “Do you know that modesty is not one of your virtues, Eddie Andrews?”

  “I’ve heard that once or twice. Right now, however, you need to quit being cute. We have plans for today.”

  “We do?” I ask, surprised.

  “Definitely. I’m taking you out on the boat today, Princess.”

  He snatches a piece of my bacon, but since he brought it to me I don’t suppose I can argue.

  “I don’t have any clothes,” I tell him. “I don’t think the dress I wore last night is made for a day on the ocean.”

  “Then, we’ll swing by your hotel to get you some clothes or we can pick some up in a local tourist trap on our way. You can change on the boat.�
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  “You seem to have this all planned,” I mumble, studying him.

  “You don’t like boating?” he asks, as if that thought just occurred to him—which it probably did.

  “No, I do. It’s just…”

  “Just?” he prompts, his forehead wrinkled in confusion. For some reason, Eddie seems to get better and better every moment I spend with him…Damn it.

  “I kind of thought we’d be doing other things today,” I mutter, trying my best not to die of embarrassment. It takes a minute for my words to kick in and when it does, surprise and then laughter are Eddie’s reactions.

  “Oh, don’t worry, Princess. We will definitely be doing other things today,” he finally says, leaning over to kiss the top of my head. “You eat. You can wear your dress until we get you some clothes. I need to see to a few things and get ready myself.” He stands up and I watch him walk away. Mostly my eyes are glued to the way his jeans hug his ass as he walks. “Hey Ree?” he asks, as he stops by the door to look back at me.

  “Yeah?”

  “I don’t need a bed to fuck you, or to teach you how to fuck me,” he adds and then he’s gone, leaving me to stare after him with my mouth open.

  8

  Eddie

  “Damn,” I whistle under my breath. A surprised Margarita looks up at me in question.

  “What?”

  “Who would have thought anyone could make that outfit look sexy?” I question with a grin, as I finish tying up the anchor. We’ve spent most of the morning getting her clothes together and then preparing the boat. I even went by a local restaurant and bought some food for later.

  Margarita looks down at the white t-shirt she’s wearing that has island chick emblazoned on it. She has on a pair of cheap, hot pink shorts to match the writing. She finishes it off with just plain, pink flip flops that I think I paid a whole two bucks for—not because I didn’t try to buy her more, but because she said these would work. In fact, the whole outfit was under twenty bucks, because she refused to go to any of the clothing shops that had more expensive clothes.

  Margarita constantly surprises me. I thought I had her figured out and I have to admit that I loved everything I uncovered. Yet, the more time I spend with her, the more I’m finding out that she’s better than I imagined and always manages to shock me—in good ways.

  “What’s wrong with my outfit? It looks like something most girls out here are wearing and so is the bikini I’m wearing underneath,” she argues, looking kind of put out with me, which for some reason makes me grin.

  “I’m not sure. Can I see the bikini underneath before I make my judgment?”

  Her head yanks up, her gaze moving from her clothes to my face. Her mouth opens in astonishment and then she just shakes her head, with a smile that’s warm, but laced with annoyance. Margarita is the only one who could pull off that smile, and I have to say she rocks that too.

  “You’re such a pig, Edward Andrews.”

  I wince as she uses the name Edward.

  “Stick to Eddie, Princess.”

  “Are you going to take this boat out today some time? Or, are you planning on gawking at my clothes?”

  She’s shaking her head, but I can tell she’s happy and I like that. I want to be the reason she smiles constantly. I’m just praying she gives me that chance. I’m not letting her go, but whether our relationship goes the easy way or the hard? That’s all up to Margarita.

  “How about a little of both?” I suggest.

  “Are you sure you even know how to drive this thing?”

  “Are you questioning my boats-man-ship?”

  “I don’t think that’s a word, Eddie,” she chastises.

  “It is to us old sea dogs.”

  “Oh Lord, I’m starting to wonder if I should jump the ship and go kiss the ground,” she replies, sarcastically.

  I close the distance between us and take her in my arms.

  “I’ve got something better for you to kiss, Ree,” I groan and take her mouth in a kiss that she instantly responds to.

  Damn it, I knew she was everything I wanted, but it’s getting clearer and clearer that I underestimated just how amazing she is.

  9

  Ree

  “Okay, Eddie, I cave.”

  “About what, sweetheart?” he asks, leaning down to kiss me again. He’s done that all day. Small pecks, deep kisses, barely lip touches… they’re all nice and they’re all making me feel special to him, which is probably a mistake on my part, but I can’t help it.

  We’re enjoying the sunset on the boat, my head in his lap, his fingers in my hair. It’s one of the best days I can remember. I love spending time with Eddie. I love the way he makes me laugh, the way he makes me feel safe and cared for. Heck, I love everything about him, and it wouldn’t take too much to love him. Which is something I’ve known for a year and probably just one in a long list of reasons why I forced myself to stay away from him.

  “I wasn’t going to ask, but what do you do for a living that you practically live on vacation, yet have a spectacular home, car, boat…et cetera and et cetera.”

  “I own some companies,” Eddie shrugs, uncomfortably.

  “Companies? What kind of companies?”

  “Does it matter? They’re boring, but they make money and I have good people under me who do the majority of the work. I just have to pay them good and make the big decisions.”

  “And you find that satisfying?” I ask, before I can stop myself. Honestly, the way he said it, makes it seem boring as hell.

  “Do you think I’m too laid back, too unbothered by stability and work ethic, Margarita?”

  I look at Eddie and sigh. I didn’t mean to do it, but apparently I’ve hit a nerve—a very sore one. I should have figured that Eddie had many layers to him…too bad I’m starting to like every single one of them.

  Probably way more than I should.

  There’s bitterness in his voice. I have the strangest urge to reach out and soothe him somehow. That’s a crazy reaction. How could I make him feel better, when I don’t even know what has him upset? I get the distinct feeling it’s not my question. Whatever it is, it’s from his past. I turn and look out at the ocean. It would seem Eddie’s life is just as complicated as mine. Is everyone’s? Is my father right and I’m being unreasonable? Am I looking for something that doesn’t even exist? That thought makes me so sad that the beautiful sunny day, suddenly seems overcast.

  10

  Eddie

  I know that Margarita can pick up on the anger in my voice. It’s not her fault. She’s picking at an old wound left by my father. Most men would be proud of the success I’ve had. Sure, I have an easy lifestyle now, but I started it with nothing, and I worked twenty-four hours a day sometimes, just to get it going. I didn’t ask for his help, I specifically chose to do all of this solely on my own. Sometimes I think that he despises me even more for that.

  “I think it’s your life and you should whatever makes you happy, Eddie,” she replies after a bit, her voice subdued.

  I force my gaze back to her, afraid that I inadvertently hurt her. She’s staring out at the ocean, her face somber.

  “I could say the same to you, Ree.”

  “My situation is different, Eddie. I have responsibilities.”

  “We’re not that different, Princess. I think you have a responsibility to yourself first. If you’re not happy, how can you make anyone else that way?”

  “Arranged marriages happen all the time in my world.”

  She’s avoiding my eyes as we talk, and I can feel how her body tenses. I should probably let it drop, but I find myself pushing it.

  “They do. But don’t you think that for a marriage to be successful that you must care for one another first?”

  “You mean, love?” she scoffs and for some reason, I wish she would take off her sunglasses so I could see her face.

  “Is that so farfetched, Ree?”

  “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone in lo
ve and I’m sure there’s no way I can love Prince Archibald.” A fine shudder of revulsion moves through her body.

  “That’s kind of sad, Princess,” I murmur. As I look at her, I can’t think of another person in this world that deserves love more than Margarita. She deserves to be cherished. She needs someone to make her happy, because her smile should never be dimmed. She shouldn’t know sadness, but if life throws that at her one day, then she needs a man beside her who will ease the pain and hold her until whatever storm she’s enduring passes. I want to be that man. Fuck that, I won’t allow it to be any other man but me.

  “It’s just the truth,” she responds with a shrug.

  “What about your parents?”

  “They…liked one another. I think my father missed her when she died.”

  “How did she die?”

  “Cancer.” The word is spoken quietly, but there’s so much emotion in it that it seems to vibrate in the air.

  “Fuck, I’m sorry, Ree.”

  “It’s okay. She’s been gone for a while, and I’m glad she’s not in pain anymore. I just…miss her.”

  “Did they have an arranged marriage?” I don’t know why I’m pursuing this topic, but I am. Maybe, I want her to admit that she could be happy with me. That’s crazy, after this amount of time together, especially since it took a year of cat and mouse to even get us to this point. Still, I am man enough to admit that Ree is who I want. I’m also man enough to admit that I’m not letting her get away. I just hope she doesn’t fight too much when the time comes.

  “They did,” she says, but doesn’t elaborate. I decide to try something different to get her to open up.

  “Did your father ever remarry?”