tried to arch under his heavy male weight.
He bit the top of her shoulder, and she could tell he was holding back.
The difference between this time and all the previous times was that now she knew whathe was fighting. The spurs.
She rolled her hips against his and clenched her muscles. “Let go,” she urged him. She didn’t care how much it hurt; she wanted to know. Wanted to feel it.
But he didn’t. He probably never would, she realized. And despite all the pleasure he’d given her, by the time he’d pulled himself free from her soaked channel, she was disappointed.
“Will you ever—”
“I don’tknow,” he said. “Can I clarify something I said earlier?” he asked as he tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. “When I said I didn’t want to disturb you while you slept, I didn’t mean by making noise, by turning on the television and watching documentaries about cute sharks. You were on your stomach, the sheet clinging to the curves of your perfect ass. It was putting dirty thoughts into myhead.”
She almost told him to go ahead and act out those thoughts the next time, but the amused, cocky look on his face told her he’d figured out how she felt. She was going to have to learn to control her reactions around him. Or not.
She laughed. “There are other cute sharks besides you?”
“You don’t think Spencer is cute?”
She shrugged, but then she realized that even though she hadn’t hada sexual reaction to Koenraad’s best friend, she’d certainly been charmed by his good looks and carefree demeanor. Koenraad might have been able to tell. Or maybe he was honest enough to admit it when another man was attractive to women. She wasn’t going to ask. And she wasn’t going to answer his question, either.
He was chuckling lightly, and she had that disconcerting feeling that he was readingher mind. Oh, he’d sworn up and down that he wasn’t psychic, but damn if it didn’t feel like it to her.
He pulled away. To her surprise, he pulled off his shirt and shorts. That would have made so much more sense if he’d done it before they had sex.
“It’s getting light out!” she said.
“You saying you don’t like my body?”
She twisted to scan the beach behind them. There wasn’t anyone in sight,but wasn’t dawn about when people went running—not that she’d know anything about that particular kind of insanity—or scoured the sand with metal detectors?
A shudder passed through her. “For all you know, someone is standing on a hotel balcony staring at your dick.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
If her ex happened to be watching, yeah, it was. But Koenraad didn’t know that Thomas hadflown down from New York to get her back. She swallowed nervously and forced herself to think about something else before Koenraad asked what was bothering her. “What exactly are you doing, anyway?”
He was peering intently at the water. “Going to find your sandals.”
A shaft of moonlight cut through the clouds, illuminating the gazebo and the surrounding water. The bumps on his lower back werelike a mountain range.
“Koenraad…”
He looked at her, his huge pupils reflecting silver. “Monroe…” he said, teasing her.
“Those new scars… You got into a fight with the shark that attacked me, didn’t you? Did you kill it? I hope you did.”
His face went blank in shock, like he’d been sucker-punched, and then his features turned hard.
Instead of answering, he dropped into the water.
Chapter 2
Koenraad kept half his attention focused on the enormous truck in the rear-view mirror. His security gates were set to close quickly, and the man driving the truck was most definitely on island time, in no hurry at all.
Even when they were safely through the second set of gates, Koenraad still didn’t relax. Something told him he wouldn’t be relaxing until he was back withMonroe. He brought the car to a stop in front of his mansion and got out.
Now for
He bit the top of her shoulder, and she could tell he was holding back.
The difference between this time and all the previous times was that now she knew whathe was fighting. The spurs.
She rolled her hips against his and clenched her muscles. “Let go,” she urged him. She didn’t care how much it hurt; she wanted to know. Wanted to feel it.
But he didn’t. He probably never would, she realized. And despite all the pleasure he’d given her, by the time he’d pulled himself free from her soaked channel, she was disappointed.
“Will you ever—”
“I don’tknow,” he said. “Can I clarify something I said earlier?” he asked as he tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. “When I said I didn’t want to disturb you while you slept, I didn’t mean by making noise, by turning on the television and watching documentaries about cute sharks. You were on your stomach, the sheet clinging to the curves of your perfect ass. It was putting dirty thoughts into myhead.”
She almost told him to go ahead and act out those thoughts the next time, but the amused, cocky look on his face told her he’d figured out how she felt. She was going to have to learn to control her reactions around him. Or not.
She laughed. “There are other cute sharks besides you?”
“You don’t think Spencer is cute?”
She shrugged, but then she realized that even though she hadn’t hada sexual reaction to Koenraad’s best friend, she’d certainly been charmed by his good looks and carefree demeanor. Koenraad might have been able to tell. Or maybe he was honest enough to admit it when another man was attractive to women. She wasn’t going to ask. And she wasn’t going to answer his question, either.
He was chuckling lightly, and she had that disconcerting feeling that he was readingher mind. Oh, he’d sworn up and down that he wasn’t psychic, but damn if it didn’t feel like it to her.
He pulled away. To her surprise, he pulled off his shirt and shorts. That would have made so much more sense if he’d done it before they had sex.
“It’s getting light out!” she said.
“You saying you don’t like my body?”
She twisted to scan the beach behind them. There wasn’t anyone in sight,but wasn’t dawn about when people went running—not that she’d know anything about that particular kind of insanity—or scoured the sand with metal detectors?
A shudder passed through her. “For all you know, someone is standing on a hotel balcony staring at your dick.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
If her ex happened to be watching, yeah, it was. But Koenraad didn’t know that Thomas hadflown down from New York to get her back. She swallowed nervously and forced herself to think about something else before Koenraad asked what was bothering her. “What exactly are you doing, anyway?”
He was peering intently at the water. “Going to find your sandals.”
A shaft of moonlight cut through the clouds, illuminating the gazebo and the surrounding water. The bumps on his lower back werelike a mountain range.
“Koenraad…”
He looked at her, his huge pupils reflecting silver. “Monroe…” he said, teasing her.
“Those new scars… You got into a fight with the shark that attacked me, didn’t you? Did you kill it? I hope you did.”
His face went blank in shock, like he’d been sucker-punched, and then his features turned hard.
Instead of answering, he dropped into the water.
Chapter 2
Koenraad kept half his attention focused on the enormous truck in the rear-view mirror. His security gates were set to close quickly, and the man driving the truck was most definitely on island time, in no hurry at all.
Even when they were safely through the second set of gates, Koenraad still didn’t relax. Something told him he wouldn’t be relaxing until he was back withMonroe. He brought the car to a stop in front of his mansion and got out.
Now for
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