Free Slow Hand by Bonnie Edwards Page B

interest and she leaned forward at attention. She set her fruit aside. “But you could do more with the Sally-Rose . Corporate stuff. Bigger events.”
    “Exactly.” Their eyes met in mutual understanding. He could see her mind skipping around, turned on by something other than sex.
    And that turned him on.
    “You know how some corporations send teams out to the wilderness for camps to develop team spirit?”
    “You make me so hot,” he blurted, as crazy for the way her mind worked as he was for her tight little rocket of a body. “We could take them diving.”
    “Or to swim with sharks.”
    “And there’s cave-diving.”
    “Isn’t that really dangerous?”
    “And swimming with sharks isn’t?”
    She laughed, then sobered. “You said we.”
    “What?” But his mind was racing with possibilities and he was even happier to know she understood and that her mind was in synch with his.
    “Never mind,” she said. “Come here and kiss me.”
    “I like when you’re bossy.” He picked her up off the lounge chair and kissed her deeply. The spark between them snapped harder than ever, but they both welcomed it now, knowing the only thing to mellow it was deep touching.
    For the rest of the early morning Jared taught her more knots. Then they killed another hour by taking a swim off the swim grid.
    The Sally-Rose seemed slow to come to life but eventually they saw signs that the crew was awake and preparing to weigh anchor. Jared nodded toward the yacht, one hand grasping the rail of the swim grid. “They’ll be gone soon. I was going to suggest we head out to sea, but now that they’re leaving we can stay here if you’d like.”
    “I’d like. There’s no need to go anywhere else. I have everything I want and need right here.”
    They climbed aboard and dried off, then stretched out to cover each other with sun block. Long teasing drizzles of lotion led to long teasing kisses.
    Jared carried her below and stretched out under her on the leather sofa. No longer afraid of hurting her with his size, he delighted in lifting Teri to straddle him. He pumped into her like a piston. It was fast, hard and immediate.
    She was always ready, always wet, always welcoming.
    Her small hands dug into his pecs, her nails grazing him as she worked his cock. Her breasts bounced, her pussy slid in maddening circles around his stiff pole as she did figure eights on his lap. Her tongue came out as she got close and when she came her mouth opened on a guttural cry. She exploded around his cock, her inner walls contracting and squeezing him. He spurted deep into her, taken over the edge of sanity.
    “I love it that you like it fast.”
    She fell to his chest, curled her fingers around his head and nodded. “Yes, I love it fast. I love it slow. I love it with you.”
    He pulled his head back to try to see her face, but her eyes closed on a sated sigh. He kissed the tip of her nose and bit back what he wanted to say.
    After they showered he went back up on deck to see if the yacht had left yet, but the Sally-Rose was still in the cove. He considered her carefully. With a salon and three bedrooms and room for a small crew, she’d make a great complement to the SandJack .
    While the SandJack was perfect for the kind of intimacy he enjoyed with Teri, the Sally-Rose could handle larger parties.
    Jared extended an awning for shade and set up a board game. He had already lost several times to Teri’s better skill at a crossword game.
    For payback he planned to beat her into the ground on real estate. He set up the game’s bank and counted out their share of money to start the game while she brought up a batch of chocolate chip cookies. If the snap and crackle between them wasn’t enough to make him love her then her habit of baking for fun and relaxation would.
    The unique womanly scent of Teri drifted past his nose. She smelled of soap and fresh salty air and chocolate. She aimed a chocolate chip cookie at his mouth. He bit it, chewed