He broke away and pulled my sweater over my head. Pressing his lips against mine, he whispered, “Have you ever had sex in the rain?” He started ripping the buttons off my soaked shirt.
I shivered as the cold air hit my bare skin. “No...”
“Are you sure?”
I nodded.
“Me either...Until today that is.”
I gasped and untangled myself from his embrace, ignoring the heated glare he was now giving me. “Are you kidding me? Do you have any regard for privacy? At all?” I took several steps alongside the railing, making sure I was far out of his reach.
“Get back over here. Now.”
“What if another yacht rolls by and sees us? What if someone from your crew comes up here looking for you and sees us having sex?”
“He’ll record it and put it on YouTube.”
“I’m not joking! You don’t find that inappropriate?”
“Can I buy you a thesaurus?”
I rolled my eyes. “I know you’re used to pushing the envelope, but you have to admit that—”
“My crew never bothers me, and do you see any other ships coming our way?” He stepped towards me before I could get away, pressing me against the railing again. “As a matter of fact, have you seen any ships sailing today?”
“No...”
“No?” He reached behind my back and popped my bra snaps. “Why do you think that is?”
“It’s Sunday...People don’t sail until the late afternoon?”
“Sunday is actually the best day for people to sail.” He flung my bra across the deck. “And they start sailing early. There were over three hundred yachts docked at the port we left and not a single one of them is setting sail today. Why is that the case?”
I could see my breaths suspending in the air amidst the raindrops, could feel my nipples hardening in the cold. I covered my breasts with my hands and shrugged. “Too foggy?”
He popped the button off my pants and yanked them down. He ripped my panties off with one hand and tossed them out into the sea. “Try again.”
“Because...” I was withering under his ‘I’m too angry to play games with you’ stare. “Because...You paid all those people not to sail today?”
“I did. Because the woman I’m dating insists on keeping our relationship a secret for some strange ass reason. I think she’s scared to admit that she really is ashamed of me.”
I sighed. “For the umpteenth time, I’m not ashamed of you. I just don’t want other people—”
He bit down on my lips. Hard. “If you’ve fulfilled your ‘I-must-be-difficult-with-Jonathan’ quota for the day, I would like to end this date properly—and by properly I mean fucking you against this railing until you can’t walk.”
“I—”
“Or talk...”
I gasped. My knees had already gone weak from him saying those words.
“I like you a lot, Claire. I really do.” He pulled a condom out of his pocket and let his pants fall to the deck. “Stop trying to fight it... It’s okay for you to like me back.”
“I never said that I didn’t like—”
He crushed his lips onto mine and lifted me onto the small ledge that jutted out from the middle of the railing. He spread my legs apart and drove his dick inside of me with one thrust—filling me with every thick inch all at once.
He grabbed onto the slippery railing above my head and moved in and out of me, keeping his lips attached to mine, preventing me from crying out in pleasure.
The rain started to pick up speed, started to unleash heavier drops on us, but he didn’t seem to care. He kept punishing me with his slow thrusts, kissing me senseless, ignoring the hard scratches I was leaving against his back.
I moaned against his mouth, begging him to stop kissing me so I could breathe, but he didn’t. He made love to my lips, exploring every inch of them with his tongue.
I felt our hips jerking at the exact same time and felt a scream rising up my throat, but he muffled my mouth with another kiss that pushed me even further to the edge.
I can’t breathe...I can’t breathe...
He let my lips go for a split second, to say, “Let go” and my body convulsed and shook—every nerve ran wild and exploded.
“Jonathan...” I caught one breath and fell into his arms. I felt him pushing me back against the railing, felt him pulling out of me. “I think I need to—”
“Stop talking.”
“But I—”
“Do. Not. Say. Another. Word.” He narrowed his eyes at me. He reached down to the deck for his pants and pulled out another condom. “You don’t need to say anything for the rest of the day.”
Chapter 17
Jonathan
A few weeks later...
I watched Claire’s chest rise and fall as she lay on my couch. She’d fallen asleep minutes after we had sex against my office windows.
I brought my hand to her face and pushed a few stray hairs off her forehead, smiling at how beautiful she was, how peaceful she looked.
She wasn’t wearing any make-up today, and for the first time I realized that she had light freckles on each of her cheeks, that her long and full eye lashes naturally bowed upwards. And I’d kissed her lips thousands of times, but I’d never noticed the tiny tan mole above her top lip.
Why didn’t I notice her before this year? We had to have crossed paths at least once...
I wasn’t sure what was going on between us, but whatever it was I didn’t want it stop; it was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
The women I’d been with in the past were mostly a means to pass the time, a way to fill my days with something steady until I was bored or driven away by their erratic behavior. But Claire never bored me, never annoyed me—even when she was frustrating the shit out of me.
I trailed my fingertips against her mouth and her eyes fluttered open.
“Hi.”
“Hi...” She blinked and slowly sat up. “Do you get aroused by watching me sleep?”
“No, but if you didn’t snore so much maybe I would.”
She rolled her eyes and tapped her shoulder, her way of saying she was ready for me to put her clothes back on.
I picked her bra up from the floor and clasped it around her back. I stared at it for a few seconds, looking at the black lace that covered the cups, at the red silk that lined the edges. I looked down and realized that her panties were an exact match.
How cute...
“Is this a new bra?” I slid the straps over her shoulder. “I’ve never seen you wear this one before.”
“You think I bought brand new lingerie just for you?”
“Did you?”
“No.” She leaned over and reached for her shirt. “Sorry to break it to you, but you’re not that special...I found this in my closet yesterday while I was cleaning it out, and I—”
I reached around her and gently ripped the small white tag that was hanging from the side. I held it in front of her and smiled. “Next time you happen to find something in your closet, make sure you cut the tag off first.”
Her face turned bright red.
“I love it.” I kissed her right strap and helped her into her shirt. “Would you like to go out to dinner tonight? Anywhere you want—and yes, we can arrange to sit in a private room.”
She didn’t say anything. She just sat there blushing.
“Claire?”
“I can’t...I have to be home by eight tonight. I’m helping the girls make cupcakes for a bake sale.”
“A bake sale? For what?”
“For the cheerleading squad.” She put on her pants. “All twenty of them are going to be there tonight and I need to make sure my house doesn’t burn down.”
“Hmmm. Do your daughters know you’re dating me?”
“Not yet...”
Of course not... “Okay, since we can’t do dinner, let’s make use of what little time we have.”
“How about watching a movie at your place? I think that would get me back in time.”
“No. I have a much better idea.” I stood up and grabbed her blazer off the coat rack. “How do you feel about pizza?”