Tinsel In A Tangle

“Yes.” She’d agree to anything he said at the moment.

She stared into his dark eyes, swirling with emotions she couldn’t decipher. She hadn’t noticed him moving until she felt the cool ocean breeze on her bare breasts.

“Fuck,” he murmured looking down at her body. “Even more beautiful than I remembered.”

He pushed her backward on the lounger. She startled for a moment, afraid she was going to fall, but like always, Jake was there to catch her. He gently laid her back, blanketing her with his body, his mouth going directly to her breast. She arched against him, pressing further into his mouth. His teeth scraped her nipple and she let out a low moan.

“You like that don’t you?” His hand slid up her body, over her stomach to her other, neglected, breast. He wasn’t gentle at all when he tweaked her nipple. “You like a little bit of pain mixed in with your pleasure. I love that about you.”

She wanted to deny it, but she couldn’t.

With Jake, she did like a little bit of pain with her pleasure. She’d take a lot from him, which terrified her as much as it turned her on.

She slid her bikini top out from in between them, tossing it aside. Then she reached down to untie the other side of her bottoms. Only to find Jake had already done so.

“Don’t ever doubt my ability to get you naked, Princess. You’ve made

me into a madman. All I could think about over the last month was your incredible pussy, your amazing tits. The fact that when we fuck, it feels like you were made for me.”

His words had her halfway to orgasm.

She tried to grind herself against him, to offer her aching pussy some relief, but every time, he moved away.

“You’re so needy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, damn it,” she said. “So why won’t you do something about it.”

He gave her one of those smoldering looks that promised she’d have to pay for her words. If he thought that was a threat, he was sorely mistaken.

He left her breasts, kissing his way down her stomach. She spread her legs wide, waiting for his mouth on her, his fingers inside her, but...nothing. She opened her eyes to see Jake standing by the lounge chair. He carefully folded the envelope and slipped it back into his pocket. His hands went to the buttons on his shirt, slowly parting the cotton, revealing his beautifully bronzed chest.

“What is that?”

She asked the question, even though she knew exactly what it was. She remembered a conversation she’d had with Jake during her troubled early twenties. He’d shown up, out of the blue, as he often did, to talk her out of getting a tattoo. She’d assured him she knew what she was doing, but he said he’d never get a tattoo. Nothing would ever mean so much to him that he’d want to mar his skin permanently. She’d thought that was kind of ridiculous coming from a man who had as many scars as Jake did, but she didn’t get inked that night, nor had she ever.

So to see the Staffordshire Diamond memorialized on his chest, right over his heart, brought tears to her eyes. She climbed up on her knees, reached out and touched the ink. It was still healing, but it was breathtaking. It must have cost a fortune, though she supposed he had that now, remembering all the zeros she’d seen in the envelope, but it was perfect, completely realistic. The diamond looked like it rested right on his chest.

“It’s exactly the spot where the diamond left a mark on me after our night at the museum,” he said, his voice low.

“It’s perfect,” she said.

“Princess, you can’t touch me like that if you’re not willing to do more.”

Didn’t he know by now that she was willing to do anything for him?

She hadn’t realized until he’d spoken that one hand rested on his abs while the other continued to stroke over his tattoo. Maybe this was where the diamond really belonged, on Jake’s skin.

“Princess,” he warned.

She slid both hands down his body until she reached the waistband of his pants. She made quick work of the button and zipper, pushing his pants down. His cock sprang from the confines.

“Commando?”

She looked up at him and he simply gave a little shrug. The man made her crazy, but she loved every minute of it. She took his solid length in her hand and studied him. He hissed and a small drip of fluid leaked from the tip as she ran her thumb around the bulbous head.

“You’re playing with fire, babe.”

She stared him straight in the eye when she gave him the exact same shrug he’d given her. She wasn’t sure if his jaw was clenching in annoyance or to keep himself from laughing. She had a feeling it was the latter, but she didn’t want to get burned too badly.