Driven by Jayne Rylon Page B

calling out her satisfaction. When the fingers of his spread hand strayed from her belly to circle her clit, she cried his name over and over.
    The dual sensations primed her body while his affectionate ministrations had her heart clenching in her chest. As they strained together, his cock flared inside her. The defined ridges of his veins teased her inflamed nerve endings. She panted, trying to smother the urge to shatter. She didn’t want their passion to end so soon.
    But resistance didn’t get her far. The harder she fought, the more he focused. He tapped the bump of her clit in time to his thrusts. She stiffened, her pussy clamping on his shaft. She screamed as she came apart in his arms, trusting him to drive her orgasm.
    Through the hurricane of desire, he maintained his pace, gritting his teeth above her. When she could process thought beyond the overwhelming ecstasy drowning her, she sighed. He hadn’t come with her. Without his pleasure, hers seemed pale and incomplete.
    Lynn rolled to her stomach, offering herself for his use. She wanted nothing more than to provide him the means for satisfaction, for half the joy he’d gifted her. She spread her legs then raised her hips, her face pillowed in the sand.
    Sebastian couldn’t refuse her offer. He pumped into her from behind, driving her into the warm earth. She absorbed his powerful thrusts. His fingers laced with hers as he pinned one wrist to either side of her head.
    All vestiges of his gentleness vanished as he staked his claim. She welcomed him, rocking back to meet his thrusts. His chin landed on her shoulder when he dropped lower, covering her back. Without thinking, she angled her head, exposing her neck. He shouted something in Italian then fit deeper within her.
    A sense of power washed over her. She could give this to her man and, in doing so, set them both free. The knowledge fanned the embers of her passion, renewing the spasms of her pussy around him in an endless orgasm.
    Bastian attacked the vulnerable skin without hesitation. His teeth sank into the crook of her neck and shoulder as he pummeled her. A roar of primal completion echoed around them as he claimed her. The hot splash of his cum pouring deep inside her followed.
    Instead of panic, a sense of rightness descended over Lynn. She allowed herself simply to react to the magic their coupling generated. The rush of her climax peaked as the last of Sebastian’s seed jetted inside her womb.
    Together they collapsed onto the beach, too exhausted to sort through what had happened. She closed her eyes as she snuggled into his chest, content to drift off for a few minutes before dealing with reality.
     
    When Lynn jostled awake, she found herself cradled in Sebastian’s lap in the shade of the rock outcropping. He’d gathered her sarong and used it to cover most of her skin.
    “Sorry, tesoro .” He beamed down at her. “I was afraid you’d burn. You’re so…white.”
    She laughed. “I know. I can’t tan at all. I go from pink to red.”
    “You’re gorgeous the way you are.”
    Their gazes met and held for a solid thirty seconds. Then they both spoke at once. “Where—”
    “What—”
    Sebastian gestured for her to finish but she shook her head. “No, go ahead. What were you going to say?”
    He took a deep breath then nodded before asking, “Where will you be next Monday? My races end on Sunday. I have a two-week hiatus after that.”
    “Florence, I think. It depends…on how my research goes. I could try—”
    He cut her off with a finger on her lips before she could offer a compromise she might come to regret. “Do what you have to do. I’ll always find you. Wherever you are is where I want to go…if I’m welcome there.”
    Tears blurred his perfect, if sand-covered, features. Could it be possible?
    “And if someday you decide you want to come with me—see the world and do your research from my circuit stops, I’d be honored.”
    “Can we take things one step at a