All the Pretty Poses (Pretty #2)(41)
Author: M. Leighton

Suddenly, as though he was urgent to lay claim to me once more, Reese reached down and pulled my top leg over onto his, spreading my thighs wide for him. He dipped one finger inside me, thrusting hard and deep. His groan must’ve been from finding me soaking wet for him, for then he shifted behind me and entered me in one quick, sharp motion.

We both gasped and then exhaled at the same time, neither having grown accustomed to that incredible feeling. Conversation stopped at that point. Reese parted my folds with his fingers and rubbed my clit until I could do nothing but say his name over and over and over again. He came with me that time. I felt him stiffen behind me just as he poured heat deep into me, thrusting again and again until I lay boneless in his arms.

Afterward, he pulled out of me but he left my leg on top of his. As he kissed my shoulder and nuzzled my neck, he fingered me ever so gently, whispering wonderful things into my ear.

“I love the way you feel inside, so smooth, so wet with my come,” he said, stroking my walls with his finger. “I wish I could stay in you forever.”

I thought to myself that I wish he could, too.

Every morning since then has been spectacular like that. And every night has been even better.

Today marks our first port since Hawaii—the Marquesas Islands, which I know nothing about. It’s also the first morning I’ve awakened to an empty bed. But it’s not long until I hear the creak of the cabin door and I see Reese sneaking back in.

I feign sleep to see what he’s going to do. He has the most delicious ways of waking me up and I’d hate to miss one because I woke too early.

I feel his weight as he crawls across the bed toward me, my insides curling with anticipation. He first nuzzles my neck before he sucks the lobe of my ear into his mouth. “Rise and shine, beautiful,” he whispers, his hand rubbing gentle circles over my butt.

I stretch and give him a sleepy smile, pretending to wake. His eyes are bright and twinkling with excitement.

I tilt my head to get a better look at him. “You look awfully chipper this morning.”

“I’m anxious to get ashore, that’s all,” he says, giving me just enough of a kiss to make me want more.

Reese hops over me to land on the floor beside the bed then reaches for my hands and drags me into a sitting position. The sheet falls away from my naked torso, drawing his eye. His pupils dilate, his eyes taking on that dark, hungry look that I’m becoming so familiar with.

I don’t bother to cover myself, mainly because I’m already missing our morning romp. With his appreciative gaze settled on my chest, my ni**les pucker prettily as if trying their best to lure him back to bed.

“Damn,” he says on a sigh, shaking his head. “You should probably be illegal in at least thirty countries. You’re addictive.”

I laugh. “Wanna come get your fix then?” I ask, leaning back on my elbows, an obvious invitation.

Reese doesn’t give me his usual cute comeback. He doesn’t jump my bones either. Instead, he walks slowly toward the bed and takes one strand of hair that’s lying over my heart. His eyes never leaving mine, he says, “One more fix will never be enough, I’m afraid.” His voice is quiet, sincere. A bit cryptic even.

He raises his hand to cup the side of my face. He stares at me for several long, intense seconds before his expression clears and he says with more of his earlier enthusiasm, “Put on your suit and some shorts. I’m taking you out.”

I smile and climb out of bed. “Okay,” I tell him, doing my best to hide both my disappointment and my worry over his statement. While that should be a good thing, Reese didn’t seem too thrilled with becoming addicted to me. I don’t know what to think about his reaction. So I’ll ignore it. Like I’ve been ignoring all unpleasant things of late. They’ll come back around soon enough and I’ll deal with them then.

Less than an hour later, Reese and I are hiking up the Marquises Rando on Nuku Hiva. Having been here numerous times, Reese tells me stories of local legend and tales of people he’s encountered on previous trips. He helps me up steep spots and holds my hand when we stop to enjoy the view.

At the top, as though by magic, awaits Sven, one of the male waiters that I met a couple of days ago. He’s holding a big basket over a pristine white blanket that’s spread out on the grass.

“Breakfast is served, m’lady,” Reese says, bowing formally and sweeping his arm toward the blanket.

I don’t even know what to say as I kneel on the soft material and Reese comes to lounge beside me. We are quiet as Sven unpacks a breakfast of gourmet egg-and-sausage burritos, fresh fruit, orange juice and sparkling water.

As we dig in, I don’t even notice Sven leaving. I only know that nearly an hour later, I look up and he’s nowhere to be found.

“He’ll be back to take all this to the yacht,” Reese explains like he read my mind.

“Do you treat all your…women this way?” I sip my orange juice as I consider him. He looks like Adonis bathed in tropical sunlight, more magnificent than any of the views I’ve seen.

“You’re not one of my ‘women’,” he says lightly, tilting his head to the side as he considers me right back. “And I don’t want you thinking you are.”

I don’t know what to say to that, so I say nothing.

“I want to show you everything. I want to buy you everything. I want you to have the kind of pleasures that someone like you deserves.”

“I appreciate that, Reese, but I don’t deserve any of this.”

He shrugs. “I think you do. I want you to have the best of everything.”

“But I don’t need it. I’m not that kind of a girl.”

“But you could be.”

“No, I’ll never be like that. This is who I am, Reese. Simple. Plain. Average.”

“There’s nothing simple or plain or average about you. I don’t know why you can’t see that.”

It’s my turn to shrug. “Because it’s just the way it is.”

“Well then maybe I can change all that,” he says, leaning over to peck my cheek before he rises to his feet and reaches for my hand. “Come on. We’ve got lots to see today.”

I assume that Sven cleans up our mess after we leave to head back down to sea level. Once there, Reese takes me back to the shore where a smaller boat is waiting.

We speed across a short stretch of ocean to a place Reese tells me is Hiva Oa. We tie the boat at a small dock there and he takes me to see the resting place of Gauguin, as well as a local museum dedicated to his art. We walk hand in hand along the street, talking like we’ve known each other all these years rather than like we’ve been separated all this time. It’s bittersweet because I know it will end at some point and we’ll soon be strangers again.