Slammed by Kelly Jamieson Page A

dug her heels into that incredible ass and cried out as she came, tightening around him, her body contracting in hard pulses. And when he pressed his face into the side of her neck with low, feral growls of pleasure, she held on tight to his big body as he found his release too.

Chapter Eight
    Two days later, the winds died down to gusty breezes, patches of blue appeared in the overcast sky, and Brooke and Dylan finally made it out of bed.
    Okay they hadn’t spent every minute of those two days in bed. But almost.
    They explored the area, checking out what damage the storm had caused. The locals took it all cheerfully in stride, getting to work to clear downed trees and repair power lines. As the day went on, the sky cleared more and more and the sun evaporated all the rain that had fallen and turned it into sticky humidity.
    Although the weather improved, the airport remained closed and there was no telephone or Internet access. Many places were still without power, although their hotel had luckily been spared and continued to operate semi-normally. The winds continued to whip the ocean into massive waves that Dylan eyed longingly. She shouldn’t have cared, but the idea of him heading out into an ocean still so stormy and rough scared her. Thankfully he didn’t seem inclined to actually try it.
    They were finally able to leave Tahiti Faa’a Airport the next night. She tried to hide her nervousness from Dylan, but as the wheels of the plane left the ground, he unwrapped her fingers from around the armrest and held her hand between both of his.
    “You okay?” he asked, bending to speak in her ear. She gave a tight nod and flashed what she hoped was a casual smile.
    “Don’t like flying?”
    She tried to breathe, her heart thumping in her chest. He was going to feel how sweaty her palms were. “Not really,” she said in an amazing understatement.
    “It’ll be fine,” he said, rubbing her hand. “Want me to distract you?” He nuzzled her ear and she shivered.
    She turned her head and their mouths met and clung in a long, warm kiss. Heat slid through her and she curled her fingers around his hand. Mmm. Yeah. That was probably the only thing that could distract her. She drew back and gave him another smile, this one more relaxed.
    Once they were in the air and she’d begun to breathe normally again, when the lights had been turned off to allow people to sleep and they were passing high above the Pacific Ocean, a strange feeling of sadness fell over Brooke. After spending the last few days with Dylan, and that meant every minute of the last few days since he’d stayed with her, now that they were finally on their way back to San Amaro she found herself reluctant to leave. Tahiti was beautiful even though she hadn’t had the best experience there, but it wasn’t just that. Somehow she and Dylan had fallen into something, some kind of unspoken relationship where they’d become friends and lovers, and yet they both knew it was only a temporary thing.
    Sleeping with him had been incredible, and even though she wondered how this was going to impact their working relationship once back in California, she’d done it anyway because…because…well she couldn’t exactly explain it, other than – he was there. They were there, together, forced into close proximity by the storm and kept there by some kind of powerful physical attraction.
    “Here,” Dylan said, shaking out a small airline blanket. He covered her with it and tucked it around her. He lifted the armrest between them and she slid toward him. Somehow they managed to snuggle together like they had the last three nights in her hotel room bed, even there in the airplane seats. She rested her head against his shoulder, his arms around her, and tried not to let that sadness take over. She needed to be thinking about work and what needed to be done as soon as she was home.
    She’d fretted about her inability to contact the office or her family, to let them