Oh, God. Was she ever. With Gray, she wouldn’t have to give directions or look after her own orgasm. He nipped her lower lip and soothed the sting with his tongue, a bright bite of pain followed by sweet pleasure. He was dangerous.
She sucked in a breath and angled a little bit closer, until her thighs bumped against his. She could do this. Be sexy and bold and fun. “How about now?”
“I can do that.” His thumb stroked over her lower lip. Good, she decided. But not enough.
She grabbed the front of his T-shirt, inching him closer. “Do it.”
Before I lose my courage.
He grinned. “Your wish is my command.”
He took over before she could chicken out, pressing her backward as he sealed his body to hers. Thigh to thigh, chest to chest, and all the good parts in between knocking and grinding together. He was so big and so hungry, roughly sweet and demanding as he kissed her. He wrapped his hand tighter in her hair, holding her in place, and damn could he kiss. If sex on a stick had a taste, it was Gray. He devoured her mouth, his lips moving masterfully over hers as he opened her up deeper.
A callused palm skimmed up her side and over her arm. She arched into the touch, goose bumps skittering over her bare skin. How would his hand feel elsewhere?
He reluctantly lifted his head, his brown eyes meeting hers. “Do you want to order a drink? From the menu?”
She didn’t think he was talking about cocktails, but she needed to be sure. “You want a drink? Now?”
“Off the special menu, sure.” His big hand cupped her face, his thumb rubbing slowly over her lips. “But do your ordering soon, sweetheart, because you’re killing me here.”
“Did someone tell you about the menu?” Yesterday, she’d felt humiliated because he didn’t know. Today, his knowing didn’t make things any easier because, somehow, that spoiled the fantasy. He worked here. If there really was a menu, of course he knew all about it. Maybe it was some kind of game the island’s staff played. Or maybe it was a joke. Because she couldn’t imagine this man letting any woman dictate what happened in bed.
“I’ve been clued in since yesterday. You’d be my first.”
“First what?” Because there was no way in hell this man hadn’t had sex before even if he hadn’t known about the private menu.
“My first fantasy.” He gave her a crooked grin that was as sexy as his kiss. The idea of being his first was potent. She’d never pursued a man sexually before. Her relationships had all been pleasant, well thought out and with mutually agreed upon limits. One thing was clear, however. If she slept with him, she wouldn’t be the one in charge. He’d demand complete submission in the bedroom, and she had no idea why that was so arousing. She’d led operating room teams, run an ER chute with military precision. She didn’t need to be told what to do. It was simply a craving.
Her secret fantasy.
He lowered his mouth to her ear. “Did you like the idea of picking a fantasy for me to give you?”
Oh. God. She could feel her face burning. “Yes.”
“I should warn you. I don’t play by the rules. I enjoy my sex raw, and I have it on my terms.”
Wow. She blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“Does that mean you intend to hurt me?”
He smiled slowly. “Only if it feels good.”
“To you—or to me?”
“You, sweetheart. It’s all about your pleasure in our bed.”
“So if I don’t enjoy pain, you won’t give me pain.” Shockingly, she was okay with that.
“I’ll give you what you enjoy. You just have to ask for what you want.”
* * *
LANEY STARED AT him suspiciously, as if he was mere seconds away from tying her to the palm tree and spanking her pretty butt. She rallied fast, though. He’d give her that. “You should know that I’m not into handcuffs and leather. That’s not something I’ve ever fantasized about.”
“Fantasies don’t have to be elaborate. A good fantasy doesn’t have to mean costumes and whips. It’s about whatever really turns you on.”
From the pink flush on her cheeks, he could tell she had something in mind. Maybe talking dirty did it for her. Maybe it was something else. All he knew was that he’d give it to her. He toyed with her bikini strap while he plotted his next move. Her black suit had embroidered flowers on the cups and was tied in a precision bow at the back of her neck. He’d bet one tug wouldn’t be enough to undo her. It would take two, maybe three tries before she fell into his hands.
She slanted a glance up at him. “What do you like?”
You. Naked. “I like to lead in bed.”