Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
When she’d arrived in Seaport, she expected to meet a few of her neighbors, even though they would probably come and go each week. Caroline thought she’d be friendly with a store owner or the local baker, but she never, in her wildest dreams, thought this would happen. From the second she laid eyes on Dune, the attraction was there with the intimate glances and accidental touches, but she hadn’t expected the intensity coursing through her veins.
Her heart thundered in her chest as his hand pressed against her, showing her where he wanted to be. Caroline wanted him there as well. She’d never been eager for a man’s touch before, at least not like this. The sensation of his fingers dipping into her panties was electric, and she felt every hair on her body stand up.
She arched her back into him, guiding him to where she wanted him. Her hand went to his neck, her fingers twining softly in his hair. Dune stilled and Caroline let out a little gasp as he removed his hand from her panties and turned her toward him. He looked into her eyes, the heat between them palpable. She wanted more. Everything he was willing to give her. His heated gaze dropped from her face to her chest, and further still to the area between her legs. She shuddered, her body alive with desire.
The throttle on the boat slowed and broke her concentration. She looked around at the darkness surrounding them. Only the sound of water sloshing against the boat and a faint bell sounded. A light shined on them briefly and then went away, only to come back. A lighthouse. She’d seen many on one of the tours she did with Dune and loved how each one was different and was curious as to what it would be like to live in one.
Dune kissed her softly and when she went to deepen the kiss, he groaned and pulled her into his body, pressing his hard-on against her thigh. He pulled away, panting, and touched his forehead to hers. “I’m dropping the anchor.”
She nodded and whispered, “Okay.”
The sound of chain rumbling below caught her off guard, but only for a second. Dune stood, took her hand, and led her downstairs, into the cabin. He turned into a room. It was small and crowded with not a lot of room to move, and a dim light casted a soft glow over the space.
Dune took off his shirt and pulled her to his body. The rise and fall of his chest against hers, the strength of his arms as they wrapped around her body, the rippling of his abs and the way his muscles moved had Caroline one edge. If he said come for me now, she would have no problem doing so.
She gasped at the sight of his golden bronze chest, without a blemish or scar. Dune was perfect, in her eyes, from his board, well defined shoulders. Her hands ghosted over his skin, feeling the defined planes of his hard pecs to his stomach with a washboard of rippling muscles, and an V so deep she could lose herself in it.
Caroline caught Dune staring at her. His gaze sent shivers down her spine. There was no question in her mind, he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
Her hands continued exploring, memorizing as they glided over the planes of his chest and his body hair gently moving, tickling her palms and fingertips. She watched his eyes roll up in pleasure and he shuddered under her touch.
Caroline felt brazen and tugged on the button of his slacks and dipped her hand inside the trousers to cup his length. The thin material of his boxers did nothing to keep him contained and the velvety softness of his cock pressed into her hand. Dune’s breath caught and his eyes darkened. She smiled and looked away, feeling empowered and yet nervous all at the same time.
Dune held Caroline close, his lips trailing down the side of her neck, and she trembled in pleasure. His hand moved from her waist to her behind, cupping it and encouraging her to press her body closer to his. She did so without hesitation and his mouth met hers again in fierce need.
He bunched her dress in his hands, finally pulling it over her head. Dune stepped back and took her all in, from the lacy panties to her breasts.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he said to her.
“Let me see you,” she replied.
Dune stepped back and shimmied out of his slacks, removing his shoes as he went. Caroline did the same, dropping her panties to the floor, and stepped out of her heels. They both stared at each other. Eyes traveling over each other’s bodies, memorizing each plane and curve. Caroline felt a rush of electricity course through her body as Dune moved closer to her. His hands were gentle as they caressed her face, his touch like a whisper upon her skin. She instinctively leaned into his embrace as he moved in closer, her heart skipping as his lips touched hers. His kiss was soft yet passionate, sending sparks of desire racing through her.