Caribbean Cowboy: Under the Caribbean Sun, Book 4 Read Online Free PDF Page A

told you what it is yet.”
    He released her and grabbed the globes of her toned ass in both hands, pressing his cock against her belly. “You can ask me to paint your damned house right now and the answer is yes.”
    “I’ll keep that in mind. But I was thinking about the bike.” She tilted her head toward the motorcycle.
    He shook his head. “I’ll knock it over.”
    Her kiss-swollen lips tilted in a smirk. “Feeling out of control, Nik?”
    He growled without warning, which he knew did nothing to plead his case. As soon as she started to laugh, he gripped her ass tighter and lifted her off the damned ground. She squealed, wrapping her arms around his neck and leveraging one leg around his waist.
    “It wasn’t a dare,” she whispered against his ear before nipping at the lobe.
    The girl was lucky he’d taken them to a hut with makeshift furniture he and his brothers had crafted out of pallets. They’d all come up here yesterday and he’d been pleasantly surprised to see it still served as an out-of-the-way clubhouse.
    He walked toward the open entrance of the hut with long strides, making up the ground as quickly as humanly possible. As soon as the wooden floorboards creaked beneath his feet, he released his hold and she slid down his body until she found her feet again. Her silly grin warred with the desire he saw shining from her crystal-blue eyes.
    “That was a little—”
    “Take off the jacket.” He did the job before she had a chance to respond.
    “What the—”
    “Ever felt leather against your bare ass?” He snagged a condom from the inside pocket and then spread the coat over a table he’d built at fifteen. He prayed the nails would hold.
    “No, but—” She gave an excited yelp as he swept her off her feet, lifting the skirt of her dress as he sat her on the table. She gasped and stared up at him as he nudged his body between her legs. “God, you move faster than that bike.”
    “I thought you had a fantasy.” He pushed her rioting curls behind her ears and framed her face in his hands. With his back to the doorway, everything was darkened to outlines and shadows.
    “Yes,” she whispered, her voice softening.
    “Wouldn’t you like to make it real instead of always making believe?”
    She fisted her hand in his hair, pulled him to her and kissed him with equal parts hunger and excitement. He slid one hand over her bare shoulder, remembering his problem from earlier. He cursed himself and broke the kiss.
    “I can’t find the damn zipper.”
    “This one?” She snuck her hand between them and squeezed his cock. He wasn’t proud of the sound that came from the back of his throat, but there was no helping it. She tightened her hold and he fought to breathe. “I can help you if you’ve forgotten how.”
    He shook his head and squeezed her shoulders in each of his hands. She could keep doing that forever and he’d be fine with it, but he knew she needed more. Deserved better.
    He cleared his throat and fisted his hands at his sides. “Your dress. I need it off.”
    “Need?” The teasing tone in her voice deserved retaliation, but he didn’t have the brain power to come up with any. Especially after she released him and stretched both arms overhead, clasping her hands together in a submissive pose that rocked him back on his heels.
    “Damn,” he said, wiping the sweat from the back of his neck. She tilted her head to the side and he noticed the slightest glint of metal just below her arm. He slid the zipper down her ribs, taking pleasure in the way her arms started to tremble. The zipper stopped at her waist and he peeled the material back to reveal one perfect breast.
    The dress had some kind of cage holding her breasts, but he didn’t care to examine how it worked. No, he couldn’t think, could only feel the curve beneath his palm, the pearled nipple under his thumb. He’d thought her hands soft, but this was velvet. Warm and smooth and amazing.
    “Nik?” Her arms were