Island Idyll by Jess Dee Read Free Book Online Page A

And no inhibitions in revealing deep, dark secrets—or physical needs.
    He rocked her world every time she looked at him. The sight made her breath catch and goose bumps erupt over her skin. She’d been convinced she’d never feel that intense lust for anyone other than Ben. She’d been very, very wrong.
    Desire, hot and wicked, seeped through her veins, spreading into her limbs, her breasts and lower. The memory of his tongue on her pussy, stroking her clit, sent a gush of hot cream pooling between her legs. So aroused was she, all she need do was press her hand against her clit and she’d come.
    Maybe Kylie was right. Maybe there was magic in this island air. Because what she and Josh had experienced today had been pure magic.
    She clasped the back of the bench and did not let go.
    Sienna sensed his presence a couple of seconds before strong arms embraced her from behind, wrapping around her shoulders and pulling her against a muscular chest.
    She let him, stepping back gladly, molding herself to him, relishing the feel of him behind her. His scent wafted into her nose, the spicy masculine aftershave as familiar as her own Calvin Klein perfume. She inhaled deeply, allowing the scent to invade her entire being. It stirred the flames that already flared within.
    “Sienna,” he rasped and clutched her tighter. “God, Si…”
    He sounded…different. Was that awe in his voice? Wonder?
    She was awed. Blown away by how right she felt in his arms. How her body fit against his as though they’d stood like this a million times before, her curves pressed into his bulk.
    She closed her eyes and dropped her head onto his shoulder, relishing the hard sinew around the bone, enjoying the natural ease of their stance, even if the atmosphere around them had suddenly charged with a million amps of electricity. She rubbed suggestively against the growing erection that pressed into her ass.
    A low, masculine moan echoed in her ear, and he held her closer, held her as if she was both a treasured gift and a bird he feared would startle and fly away. His hold was gentle yet determined, and oh, so damn arousing.
    “Need to—” He paused. “Have to… Ah, Christ.” Soft lips touched her exposed neck, followed by the flick of a warm, wet tongue. Just a whisper, and then it was gone. “Baby,” he gasped, and his lips closed over the same bit of flesh and sucked gently.
    Baby?
    Instinctively she stretched her neck, allowing him better access. “Mmmmm.”
    Against her back his heart beat a rapid flutter in his chest. It matched her own racing pulse. She grasped his arms in her hands, clutching at his wrists, surprised to find them covered in long, buttoned sleeves.
    So formal?
    He wore long pants too. In this heat? She hadn’t expected that. Neither had she expected the pained growl he emitted before his long, slim fingers trailed ever so lightly against the sides of her breasts, making her nipples bead and her knees weaken.
    “Have to touch you,” he said on another growl. His thumbs stroked her nipples over her dress, once, twice. And then again.
    Dear God. It was too much, too exquisite. She groaned in his arms, writhing against him.
    Laughter and chatter erupted in bursts mere meters away, and she tensed immediately. “Oh—”
    He cut her off with a soothing, “Shhhh.”
    The relative darkness might cloak them in privacy, but they still stood in the open where anyone could walk past. A thrill shot through her. “Touch me,” she whispered. “Please.”
    Hot breaths of air tickled her neck and he moved his arm down until he found the hemline of her barely-there dress. His fingers slipped beneath it. Silver heat prickled her leg as his hand feathered over her skin.
    She held her breath. Couldn’t exhale. Forgot how.
    He brushed against her thong.
    “Ah!” Her exclamation was a breathless gasp. If she’d been aroused before Josh arrived, she was a livewire now. A pulse throbbed in her pussy, so forcefully she was sure he