The Duke's Runaway Princess (Love By Accident) by Elizabeth Lennox

When his thumb rubbed over her hardened nipple, she stiffened slightly, then pressed herself against him even more, rubbing her stomach against his erection, whimpering with a need that almost matched his own.
    Derrick took a deep breath, his hand moving of its own volition to cup her perfect breasts, thrilled when her head fell backwards as the need struck her. He knew how she felt. Every time she rubbed against his erection it was hard for him to remind himself to take things slowly. All he wanted to do was pull her out of the water and make love to her on the dock.
    He lifted her higher, kissing her again, tasting that sweetness that he found only with her. She kissed him back, her tongue moving against his and his hand moved the strap of her bra, lowering it so that his hand could touch her breast without the hindrance of the fabric.
    “Come back to the house with me,” he growled, lifting her higher so that his mouth could cover her breast, his tongue flicking against her nipple and sucking the ripe mound, hearing her gasps of surprise and making him painfully hard.
    “Can’t,” she whispered, shaking her head for emphasis.
    “Why not?” he asked as his hand skimmed up her back, bringing her breast closer.
    “We’re not meant for each other.” She sighed as she said those words, her eyes closed and her back arching as if to offer her breast to Derrick. He took the offering, but a part of his mind was trying to figure out what she was taking about.
    He lowered her back down and looked at her passion glazed eyes. “Zarah, we’re going to make love. It’s either going to be here or at my place. Make your decision.” He was trying to get through to her, but he might have missed his window.
    Zarah focused her eyes on his handsome features, reveling in the feel of his arms wrapped around her as she floated in the water against his strong body. He was trying to tell her something, but she couldn’t really figure it out. All she wanted was for him to continue to make her feel so incredibly wonderful. She loved the way his hands and mouth fell on her body and wanted to understand why he had stopped.
    He kissed her gently and pulled her towards the dock. “Let’s go,” he said and started to lift her upwards.
    “Wait!” she gasped and looked at him with wide, anxious eyes. “We really can’t do this,” she whispered, her hands fisting on his shoulders to keep herself from touching him further. “I can’t do this.”
    “We’re already halfway through doing ‘it’,” he growled sarcastically. “I just don’t want to finish ‘it’ here in the lake. I want you in my bed so I can explore every inch of you and hear you scream out when you climax in my arms.”
    Zarah shuddered, wondering how she was going to fight against that image. She hesitated, wanting so much to feel him doing things to her and exploring him just as he’d just told her he wanted to do to her. But the reality was, she had to focus on the future, on what she came here to do. Losing her virginity to Derrick would be wonderful, but she’d be ashamed in the morning.
    “I really need to go,” she said and swum back out of his arms, putting distance as well as the cool water between them.
    Derrick swam over so that he was between her and the ladder, stopping her but not touching her. If he reached out and felt that incredible softness again, he wasn’t sure he could stop a second time. “So what just happened? You were ready for this to happen and then something changed your mind. I completely respect that, but I need to understand what you’re thinking.”
    Zarah wasn’t exactly sure herself. She just didn’t feel right about this. Grasping at straws she said, “We barely know each other. We don’t know what makes each other tick or how to communicate effectively with each other.”
    “We were communicating quite well before you put a stop to us.”
    Zarah blushed and looked away, treading water while he stood on the bottom of