Please Me (Hart of Stone Family 4) - Page 8

“Me? Um, excuse me, sir. Have you looked at yourself lately? The way you breathed my name, it had me coming again.” She pulls away, pointing between the two of us, until one of my hands palms the back of her head, bringing her closer until my forehead touches hers. I’m trying to control myself, attempting to stay steady, instead of ripping our clothes off and tasting how she comes instead of hearing it, feeling it ripple around me. Fuck, but what this woman is doing, it’s like she’s got voodoo magic swirling around her, making me consumed by her presence.

“Twice?” I’m a glutton for punishment, that’s for sure, especially asking that question. It has me wondering if I could get her off with my mouth on her tits, twisting and pulling on them, my tongue lapping at the skin around her nipples, not sucking on them until she’s begging me for more.

“You couldn’t tell?” Leena answers my question with a question, looking surprised that I had no idea while I was busy coming myself that it sent her into another orgasm.

“Not sure you should be telling me this. It’ll only make me want you more,” I grumble, looking down at the V between her spread thighs. My cock twitches, and when she moves closer, it’s my hands on her hips holding her at bay. If she gets any closer, I’ll be taking her with my mouth between those shapely thighs of hers, not stopping until she can’t take any more.

“Maybe next time.” She loosens her hold on my shoulders. My hands leave her hips, and she stands up.

“Fuck yeah. Alright, I’m going to put some clothes on, feed us, and then we’ll go sightseeing for the day.” The groceries were delivered and put away while I was out on my run.

“I wasn’t sure what we were doing for the day. Do I need to change or grab anything else?” She covers herself.

“Nope, you’re good. I figure we’ll take the Jeep out, drive around, see what there is, maybe find some water, a good bar, and food.” The grumbling of her stomach echoes in the room. “Clearly, I’ll be feeding you first.”

“You did mention breakfast, so I didn’t eat. I’m kind of running on caffeine alone at the moment.” I watch as she walks towards the open door. “How about I find us something to eat, and then we’ll head out?”

“Sounds good. The fridge should be full.” I don’t stand up, waiting for her to leave.

“Okay.” She glances in my direction one last time before she leaves. I’m not moving, not fucking yet, not with a cock that won’t back the fuck down whenever she’s around.

“Fuck.” My back hits the mattress, and I take a few deep breaths in an attempt to get my shit together, if that’s even possible.

CHAPTER NINE

leena

I’m in the passenger seat of the Jeep, my eyes moving from the view of the lush beauty around us then sweeping towards Decker. I’m not sure which one is more beautiful, him or Belize, though this country hasn’t made me feel a tenth of what Decker has. After our romp in his bedroom, he came out dressed in another pair of board shorts, much like he wore the day before when we were on the trails, these ones black with grey stitching, and without a freaking shirt on. Talk about torture. I was putting the finishing touches on the fruit while waiting for the bacon to cook, then to work on the eggs. One of the easiest breakfast dishes in the world, but it’s also fast. A few slices of toast to top it off, and then we were eating together.

Of course, hearing that Decker didn’t drink coffee had me almost falling out of my seat. I don’t think you could be a Hart if you didn’t drink the dark liquid, which would make sense with what he had to work with in his kitchen. Milk in your coffee is, like, sacrilegious, so I opted for black with one sugar. It wasn’t long after we finished our meal that Decker was grabbing a bag off the entryway table, which had me doing the same, and we were off.

“What do you think?” he asks as he nods his head at the app on my phone advertising zip line adventures.

“Oh, I’m definitely game.” This is one of the excursions the resort doesn’t offer. I wasn’t sure if I’d do something like this by myself, so I figured on my next vacation, I’d find something like this.

“Alright.” Decker whips the Jeep into the parking lot effortlessly, his wrist hanging over the steering wheel, baseball cap on his head, and a smirk tugging on his lips. “Stay there. I’ll open your door,” he states after he’s found a parking spot. I figured since we got a late start, this place would be packed with tourists, but it’s not. That could be because we drove close to an hour before landing here.

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