bury
himself deep inside her was the culmination of building desire and
not merely the urge to sate an immediate need.
Every primal,
possessive instinct he’d shown along the way had returned to gather
in that look with a common theme: You belong to me .
Not forever.
She knew that. For one day at the most, perhaps even for only one
hour. She told herself it was enough.
Then, finally,
he brought his mouth down to brush kisses over the column of her
throat and he slid into her an exquisite inch by inch until he’d
buried himself to the hilt. He filled her completely, his heat
pulsing thick and heavy inside her, and she threw her head back on
a soft moan at the overwhelming sensation. His kisses had trailed
to one breast and he took the peak into his mouth, his tongue
flicking her nipple to an erect nub. He cupped her other breast and
teased that nipple with his thumb. Fire licked her veins and spread
a web of aching heat throughout.
He withdrew a
couple of inches and then thrust hard with a force that pounded a
wall of red-hot desire straight to her core. She cried out on the
wave of pleasure-pain. Her fingers tore through his hair and
clutched in a desperate need to anchor herself as he withdrew
slowly and plunged hard and fast again, and again, taking her to a
new, burning height with each thrust. His mouth clenched on her
breast around a hoarse grunt.
Her body
bucked off the ground as he tensed deep inside her and then, on an
almost savage roar that rumbled in his throat, he found his release
and swept her over the black edge of her own climax. Her muscles
clamped his pulsing length, milking every last drop of his release
as she rode wave upon wave of blinding heat.
He stayed
seated deep inside her until the last shudder left her body, then
he rolled off her and reached for his trunks.
Feeling
suddenly abandoned and confused, Megan popped her breasts back
inside her bikini top and looked around for her bottoms. Her
fingers were trembling—damn, her heart was trembling and where the
hell was—Oh! She went onto her knees, grabbed the scrap of material
and concentrated on sliding it between her legs and tying the
bows.
“Megan.” His
voice was butter soft, a balm to her splintered nerves. “Come here,
baby.” His arm came around her waist, pulling her down firmly into
the cradle of his embrace as he sprawled out over his towel, her
cheek pressed to the thudding beat of his heart.
“That was
amazing.” His fingers curled in her hair, brushing her fringe
aside, and his lips pressed gently to her forehead. “You’re
amazing.”
A knot formed
in her throat at his tenderness. The sexual energy consuming her
had been drained, the anxiety attack squelched, and emotion rushed
in to fill the gap.
At least half
of the ache of longing she’d kept suppressed for so many months had
been for this…to be folded in his warmth and to be cherished, to
feel complete and at peace instead of like a live wire that had
been abruptly severed.
She’d lied to
herself. She couldn’t do the not-a-single-string-attached night—or
afternoon—of passion without letting her feelings get in the way.
Not with Jack. But he need never know.
She slanted
one leg over his and folded her arms across his chest to prop her
chin on. She gave him a playful smile. “Tell me something I don’t
know.”
“It’s always
been different with you, Megan. Special.” His grin came on slow and
sexy as he linked his arms around her, his hands resting on the
small of her back. “That’s why I resisted for so long.”
Spread over
him, satin soft skin flush with rock hard abs and rippled chest,
appreciation for his animal maleness soaked into her pores and kept
her blood simmering. Lost in the intensity of his gaze, her muscles
growing languid beneath his exploration, her heart opened to his
words and demanded answers.
Why
resist?
What are you
so afraid of?
Because she
knew this wasn’t Jack yielding to compelling forces beyond his
control.
himself deep inside her was the culmination of building desire and
not merely the urge to sate an immediate need.
Every primal,
possessive instinct he’d shown along the way had returned to gather
in that look with a common theme: You belong to me .
Not forever.
She knew that. For one day at the most, perhaps even for only one
hour. She told herself it was enough.
Then, finally,
he brought his mouth down to brush kisses over the column of her
throat and he slid into her an exquisite inch by inch until he’d
buried himself to the hilt. He filled her completely, his heat
pulsing thick and heavy inside her, and she threw her head back on
a soft moan at the overwhelming sensation. His kisses had trailed
to one breast and he took the peak into his mouth, his tongue
flicking her nipple to an erect nub. He cupped her other breast and
teased that nipple with his thumb. Fire licked her veins and spread
a web of aching heat throughout.
He withdrew a
couple of inches and then thrust hard with a force that pounded a
wall of red-hot desire straight to her core. She cried out on the
wave of pleasure-pain. Her fingers tore through his hair and
clutched in a desperate need to anchor herself as he withdrew
slowly and plunged hard and fast again, and again, taking her to a
new, burning height with each thrust. His mouth clenched on her
breast around a hoarse grunt.
Her body
bucked off the ground as he tensed deep inside her and then, on an
almost savage roar that rumbled in his throat, he found his release
and swept her over the black edge of her own climax. Her muscles
clamped his pulsing length, milking every last drop of his release
as she rode wave upon wave of blinding heat.
He stayed
seated deep inside her until the last shudder left her body, then
he rolled off her and reached for his trunks.
Feeling
suddenly abandoned and confused, Megan popped her breasts back
inside her bikini top and looked around for her bottoms. Her
fingers were trembling—damn, her heart was trembling and where the
hell was—Oh! She went onto her knees, grabbed the scrap of material
and concentrated on sliding it between her legs and tying the
bows.
“Megan.” His
voice was butter soft, a balm to her splintered nerves. “Come here,
baby.” His arm came around her waist, pulling her down firmly into
the cradle of his embrace as he sprawled out over his towel, her
cheek pressed to the thudding beat of his heart.
“That was
amazing.” His fingers curled in her hair, brushing her fringe
aside, and his lips pressed gently to her forehead. “You’re
amazing.”
A knot formed
in her throat at his tenderness. The sexual energy consuming her
had been drained, the anxiety attack squelched, and emotion rushed
in to fill the gap.
At least half
of the ache of longing she’d kept suppressed for so many months had
been for this…to be folded in his warmth and to be cherished, to
feel complete and at peace instead of like a live wire that had
been abruptly severed.
She’d lied to
herself. She couldn’t do the not-a-single-string-attached night—or
afternoon—of passion without letting her feelings get in the way.
Not with Jack. But he need never know.
She slanted
one leg over his and folded her arms across his chest to prop her
chin on. She gave him a playful smile. “Tell me something I don’t
know.”
“It’s always
been different with you, Megan. Special.” His grin came on slow and
sexy as he linked his arms around her, his hands resting on the
small of her back. “That’s why I resisted for so long.”
Spread over
him, satin soft skin flush with rock hard abs and rippled chest,
appreciation for his animal maleness soaked into her pores and kept
her blood simmering. Lost in the intensity of his gaze, her muscles
growing languid beneath his exploration, her heart opened to his
words and demanded answers.
Why
resist?
What are you
so afraid of?
Because she
knew this wasn’t Jack yielding to compelling forces beyond his
control.
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