Wild Rekindled Love by Sandy Sullivan Page B

end teetered on the edge. With a roar of satisfaction, he crushed her to his chest and growled in her ear.
    She laid her head against his shoulder while their rapid breathing mingled and she tried to calm her racing heart. He was right. It had always been this way between them. He rocked her world when he made love to her and that hadn’t changed.
    When the desire had finally calmed, she pushed against his shoulders and he let her slide out of his embrace. Her bikini bottoms floated by them as his swim trunks followed not far behind and they laughed together at the sight.
    Reaching over, she grabbed hers and pulled them beneath the surface of the water so she could slip them back on. She snagged his trunks and dangled them from her fingers in front of him with a saucy smile on her lips. He reached for them but she pushed away, taking his trunks with her, daring him to come after them with her eyes.
    He cocked an eyebrow as his turquoise eyes twinkled. “Are you daring me?”
    “Could be.” She let the dimples peek out of her cheeks, knowing how much he loved them and taunted, “Come and get ‘em, doc.”
    Without warning, he dove for her and she squealed, trying to roll out the side of the hot tub, forgetting completely that her top still dangled below her breasts. He grabbed her waist and pulled her back into the tub with him, but not before she threw his trunks several feet to the concrete with a wet plop. Startled, she met his gaze and swallowed hard when his lips turned up in a wicked-as-sin smile and he pulled her toward him. “Now, Wyatt…”
    “Mmm…yes?” His lips nibbled the side of her neck.
    “I’m only teasing,” she murmured even though a moan bubbled in her throat.
    “Teasing, huh?”
    “Yeah, I’ll go get them for you.”
    He reached behind her, untied the bottom string of her top and threw it out of the tub before she could even suck in a breath. “Okay. Go get them, then.”
    “Without my top?” she asked, pushing against his shoulders.
    He lifted his head and a teasing smile rippled across his mouth. “Of course.” The look on her face must have been hilarious because he chuckled softly. “What’s the matter, Jamie—chicken?”
    “I’m not chicken,” she huffed, and stood up, swinging her legs over the side of the tub. Deciding to tease him a bit herself, she sauntered slowly to where their clothing lay in a wet heap on the concrete. She turned toward him, hooked the bottoms of her bikini with her thumbs and slowly peeled them down, inch by inch. His gaze got hotter and hotter. Once she reached her knees, she dropped them in a plop at her feet.
    He growled low in his throat and leaped over the rim of the tub in one motion. Slowly stalking toward her, his hard cock bobbed against his stomach as he moved. With a squeak, she turned and dashed for the back door of the house. Managing to get it open before he reached her, she laughed out loud when he swept her up in his arms and stepped inside.
    “Now, what are you gonna to do?” he asked, his purposeful strides moved toward his bedroom. Her lips grazed his throat and he moaned softly.
    “Let you make love to me again,” she murmured.
    “I could do that all night.”
    “I’m up for an all-nighter. How about you?”
    “You’re a witch. I haven’t been this damned horny in years.”
    She chuckled softly against his skin. “Mmm…” Running her tongue up his throat, she said, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
    He walked into his bedroom and kicked the door shut behind them, before he let her slide down his body until her feet touched the floor. Framing her face with his hands, he softly kissed her lips and then slid his tongue along the bottom one, before delving into her mouth. Their tongues dueled for a moment, bringing her desire to scorching temperatures. He lifted his head and told her, “God, you taste incredible.”
    His hand found her bare breast and he let his palm rasp across the nipple until she arched toward