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feeling of him under her and the way the
length of her body fit against his—starting with her breasts flattened against
his chest and moving downward to her hips cradling his cock. It was full and
hard, ready for lovemaking, and she couldn’t stop herself from moving against
him, thinking she was in danger of coming just from this contact.
    As he stroked
one hand down her body, pressing her hips more tightly to his, he tangled his
other hand in her hair, bringing her mouth back to his for another scorching
kiss.
    She had been
obsessed with him since the moment she’d seen him at the resort. It felt as if
that had been months ago—and she had been waiting to make love with him all
this time.
    “I want you
naked,” he muttered, echoing her own thoughts.
    Both of them
sat up and began tearing at clothing. She shrugged out of her gauzy shirt and
pulled off her bikini bottom. As he reached around her to unfasten her bikini
top, she leaned into him so that he could untie the knot at the back and toss
the garment away.
    When he was
done, she found the metal button at the top of his jeans, then lowered the
zipper. Boldly, she reached inside his undershorts, wrapping her hand around
his erection, feeling the strength and the power of him.
    He dragged in
a sharp breath. “Lord, that’s good. Too good. I don’t want this to go too fast
for you.”
    She was
thinking that nothing would be too fast for her. Not with him. But he eased her
to her back and kicked away his jeans before lying down beside her as he
studied her.
    “You are so
beautiful. I’m so lucky to have found you,” he breathed as he trailed a hand
between her breasts, down to her navel, then lower to play with the blond hair
at the juncture of her legs.
    His words
thrilled her.
    “Did you ever
think of shaving down here?” he asked as he lightly twisted his fingers in the
springy curls.
    “No.”
    “Good,
because the natural look is a lot sexier.”
    “Some men
wouldn’t think so.”
    “I want you
just the way you are.”
    What she
wanted was for him to slide his hand into her sex, but she wasn’t going to beg.
    Instead, she
lifted her own hand, running her fingers through the thick hair that covered
his chest, then finding his flat nipples and circling them with her fingers
before plucking on them.
    Again he drew
in a breath, then cupped her breasts in his hands, running his thumbs over the
tips, driving her mad with wanting more.
    He knew it,
too, because he captured her nipples between his thumbs and fingers, twisting
and squeezing them, sending hot currents downward through her body, where they
coalesced in her clit.
    Lowering his
head, he swirled his tongue around one of her nipples, then sucked it into his
mouth as he kept teasing its mate with his hand.
    She arched
into the caress, feeling urgency wrapping itself around them, making it hard to
breathe. Hard to think.
    All she could
do was surrender to the power of the moment, to the power of the man.
    Reaching
down, she clasped his cock, deliberately pushing him past the point of no
return.
    In response,
his hand slid down her body again. This time his fingers parted her slick,
swollen folds, lingering there before dipping inside her.
    She gasped,
moving her hips to create friction, but it wasn’t enough. Not for either of
them.
    He circled
her clit with one finger, then slid lower again to circle the finger just
inside the sensitive opening of her vagina, sending jolts of heat through her.
    “Please.
Now.”
    He covered
her body with his as she clasped his cock and guided him to her, crying out as
he slipped inside. She felt more than physical pleasure. She was open to him,
body and soul, and in that moment, a kind of terror overtook her.
    He must have
sensed her panic because he whispered, “trust me.”
    Could she?
Did she have a choice?
    She felt
herself settle into the rhythm of lovemaking, her hips moving with his, her
need for orgasm spiraling out of control.
    Conscious
thought fled,