“I could live here,” I said.
“I’m glad you like it.”
A man dressed in all white came to the living area and took our bags. “Good evening, Mr. Braxton.”
“Good evening, Roland. This is Miss Sinclair.”
“Very good to meet you, Miss Sinclair.” He smiled as he bowed slightly.
He took our bags and walked away. I looked around and tried to take it all in, but it was difficult. I felt like I was in a dream and that I was going to wake up any second. Moments later, another man, also dressed in white and wearing a chef’s hat, told Ian that dinner was about to be served. Ian took my hand and led me up to the top floor of the deck where a table was elegantly set for two. Sitting in the middle of the table were beautifully lit candles that flickered in the night air.
“Ian, I—”
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked as he pulled out my chair for me.
“Beautiful isn’t the word for it,” I said as tears sprang to my eyes.
“We’re going to start with a wonderful dinner and then we’ll have a couple of drinks on the lower deck while we stare at the night ocean,” he said as he sat down.
We enjoyed a wonderful dinner. It was probably the best food I’d ever had in my life. When we were finished, Ian took my hand, grabbed the bottle of wine, and led me to the deck below to some lounge chairs that sat facing the ocean. The crew told Ian that everything was set and then he dismissed them. We set sail and it was just the two of us on board. I could get used to this real fast. Ian came back and wrapped a sweater around my bare shoulders.
“Thank you.” I smiled.
“You’re welcome.” He smiled back as he sat down in the chair next to me.
“How did you come to have all of this?” I asked him as I took a sip of my wine.
“I guess you can say I’m a smart businessman. I get that from my father.”
He had to go and mention his father. The thought of that man burned my skin. I would’ve been happy if I never had to hear about him again. Ian got up from his seat, walked over to a small table, and picked up a remote. Suddenly, “Unchained Melody” started to play. He walked over to me with a smile on his face as he held out his hand.
“Would you like to dance, Miss Sinclair?”
I removed the sweater from my shoulders as I took his hand and he led me to the middle of the deck. We began to dance to the song that played when we shared our first dance together. I hated to say it, but that song would be forever etched into my heart. Ian and I stared into each other’s eyes before he leaned in and softly teased my lips. He pulled me closer as I teased his lips back. I watched him slowly close his eyes as he pulled me into him, wrapping his arms tightly around me as we swayed back and forth to the slow melody. The song ended and Ian looked at his watch. A smile graced his face.
“It’s after midnight,” he said as he picked me up and carried me down to the bedroom.
Chapter 16
I wrapped my arms around him and took in his scent. Excitement and nerves shot throughout my body. This was it. It was finally happening. My heart was rapidly beating as he put me down in front of the bed and his fingers deftly took a hold of the bottom of my sundress, lifting it over my head and throwing it on the floor. He took a step back and slowly shook his head as I stood there in nothing but my white lacy thong and matching push-up bra. He studied me. His eyes moved up and down every inch of me and his hunger became real.
“You are so f**king beautiful and you drive me crazy. I want you to slowly take off your bra.”
I did as he asked and reached behind me to unhook it. I held the cups over my br**sts as I slowly took down each strap before letting it hit the floor. He gasped.
“Perfect. You’re so perfect. Now, slowly take off your thong and toss it at me.”
As I hooked my thumbs into the strings, I slowly shimmied out of the thong, trying to make it look as sexy as possible for him. He growled.
I stood there before him as his eyes scanned me, taking note of every inch of my bare skin. I tossed him my thong and, when he caught it, he felt the crotch with his thumb, feeling the wetness that was made because of him. He tossed my thong to the side and unbuttoned his shirt, letting it drop to the floor as he slid it off his muscular shoulders. I took in a sharp breath as his perfectly tight and chiseled abs were staring me in the face. Ian unbuckled his belt and took it off. He undid the top button of his pants, but left them on as he slowly walked towards me with a ravenous look in his eye. When he approached me, his finger instantly plunged into me. I gasped, closing my eyes and letting out a soft moan as he inserted another finger inside me and worked my sensitive flesh articulately. The palm of his hand rested on the back of my neck as he brought his mouth to mine, licking and nipping my lips before kissing me passionately. My body was on high alert as the warm sensation pooled between my legs.
“Fuck, Rory. You keep getting wetter and wetter. I need to taste you. I need my mouth on your pu**y, but first I want you to come.”
I just about convulsed when he said that. He expertly moved his fingers in and out of me while he slowly rubbed my aching cl*t in circles with his thumb. I groaned as the tension built up and yelled out his name as my body exploded like never before.
“That’s right, baby. Let it all go. I want to feel every ounce of juice you have inside you.”
As soon as my body went limp in his arms, he gently laid me back on the bed. He scooted me up so my head was on the pillow and his tongue slid its way to my right breast and his other hand caressed my left. His mouth wrapped around my puckered nipple and a soft groan escaped his lips. He moved his mouth to the other nipple as he lightly took it between his teeth. I threw my head back and moaned. I was aching for him to tear me up inside.
“Ian,” I whispered as my hands ran through his hair.
“Tell me how much you love it, sweetheart,” he whispered as his tongue slid down my torso and to my sensitive clit.
“I love it, Ian,” I whispered.
As his mouth engulfed me, his hands reached up and latched onto my br**sts, kneading them and pinching my ni**les. Bolts of lightning flashed throughout my head as Ian’s tongue flicked fast and furious at my clit. My body tightened as he pushed me to the brink of another amazing orgasm. His tongue licked its way up my sensitive area, to my torso, over my br**sts, and finally to my mouth where he forcefully pushed his tongue inside, making me taste what he’d done to me. His strong body hovered over me. His eyes gazed into mine as his mouth curved into a sexy smile.