‘Javier,’ she panted as he bent and rasped his tongue across each taut nub. Her hips shifted, her need for this kind of attention farther south. For him to ease both their hungers, not by mere tasting, but devouring. But he was focused on the slow, physical worship of her breasts first. He sucked gently at first, then harder—ravenously—until she moaned, almost blindly clutching his head to her body. Desperately needing the damp, low ache to be assuaged. This was too slow. She’d been tipped into the depths of an almost insane desire too soon.
‘I’m here,’ he muttered, working his hand between them, feeling her slickness as he brushed his fingers intimately against her.
‘Oh, no,’ she moaned desperately, arching against his hand to give him greater access. Because that instant was all it took for a powerful orgasm to rush her.
‘Oh, yes,’ he growled with savage triumph.
His rough laugh provided the baseline to her high cry of release. His gaze glittered into hers, magnifying the intensity as tremors of ecstasy racked her body. Dazed, she stared back up at him, locked in the seductive spell he’d cast her into too easily, her mouth parted in sensual supplication as she rode the last of the shudders his fingers had so easily summoned from deep within.
‘Please,’ she whispered brokenly with a shiver of tender pining.
He answered with a passionate kiss, instinctively understanding what she needed now. His tongue slid against hers with the commanding possession she ached for everywhere. She kissed him back furiously, even as the ebbing orgasm leeched the last of her energy, because she didn’t want this to end yet. Her lax legs spread wider and she moaned in the back of her throat as he plundered her mouth. She was hot and slick and soft and so utterly his. But even this achingly gorgeous fulfilment wasn’t enough.
She’d wanted it beyond belief, yet was devastated that it was over so soon. She’d come so quickly and they weren’t even naked. Now she was limp and forlorn because she’d hit that high too fast and she still wanted more despite her sudden exhaustion. She didn’t want it to be over.
‘Emmy,’ he murmured, his lips gently brushing hers. ‘Open your eyes,’ he ordered softly with another kiss.
The fluttering feelings deep in her belly resurged. She needed all of him. Tension bracketed his mouth, but he smiled as she finally looked at him.
‘You want to see my cabin?’ he invited with a teasing look in his eyes.
She welcomed the slide into humour and responded instinctively. ‘You want to show me the soft furnishings?’
His smile faded. ‘You know, I’ve thought about it a lot since I found you and Luke. I realise now the condoms in my wallet that day were really, really old.’ He shook his head, his gaze sombre. ‘That was my responsibility. My fault. I’m sorry.’
‘I’m not sorry,’ she muttered fiercely. ‘I’ll never be sorry for having Luke.’
‘I know. I’m not either.’ He nodded and his lips twisted. ‘I’ve got new ones in my room, okay?’
It was a risk but one she couldn’t resist. She ached for that complete intensity. ‘Okay.’
He took her hand and walked with her up the short flight of stairs to the master deck. At the top, Emmy paused to stare and take it all in.
‘You have your own pool up here?’ She glanced at him with a reproachful tease in her eyes.
‘It’s only a dip pool. I can’t actually swim in it much.’ He sent her a smile. ‘Though there’s a spa as well, if you’re interested.’
It was insanely luxurious. She licked her dried lips. ‘Maybe later.’
The master suite was incredible. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a view of the ocean, but with the push of a button silk curtains covered them, leaving her feeling as if the rest of the world had vanished and there was only the two of them in this sumptuous, private space. She glanced at the bed—wider than any she’d ever seen and covered with gorgeous soft-looking linen. The photo book she’d made for him was open on the bedside table, displaying that first picture—the one taken moments after Luke’s birth where he was swaddled and lying on her chest in the hospital bed. She looked exhausted but was smiling. It had been the most humbling moment of her life.
‘You look beautiful in that photo,’ he said gruffly.
She turned to face him.
He tugged down his swimming shorts, kicking them aside to stand before her naked, aroused and proud. He gazed at her, his expression hot and hard as his body was. ‘Do you want me, Emmy?’
‘You know I do,’ she muttered.
She didn’t need to say it. He could see it, smell it, taste it, feel it. Just as she could in him—in his eyes, his aroused body.
She walked towards him, letting her hands slide from her ribs down her side to her waist and then to her hips. With a confidence she’d never felt around anyone else, she hooked her thumbs into the band of her bikini bottoms and slowly slipped the fabric south.
He stood, transfixed, the passion in his eyes flaring as he watched her bare herself to him completely. ‘You have the most lush body.’ He groaned as she stopped in front of him. ‘So gorgeous.’ He reached out to cup her with feral wonderment. ‘Just enough woman for me.’
‘Just enough?’ She shivered with a laugh. She was so far from skinny her breasts were spilling over his hands.
But he nodded with rapacious fervour and stroked his thumbs across her aching peaks. ‘Soft and strong and all mine.’
She liked that he appreciated her curves—there were enough of them, after all—and his untamed, possessive hunger stirred her own appetite for all of him.
It shimmered between them. Memories surged, melding with the present as they moved simultaneously towards each other and rediscovered exactly how well they worked together.
She twisted, entwined with him on the glorious bed. It was the first time they’d had such soft luxury. That night on the beach, it had been on the floor of an abandoned boathouse.
‘I’ve never been this aroused,’ he muttered hoarsely. ‘I’m trying to slow it down, but I don’t know if—’ He broke off with a sharply inhaled breath, his eyes closing as tension locked his jaw.
She’d thought she remembered this. But the reality was another shift altogether. She slid her hands to his hips, tugging him closer. Arching. Yearning. She couldn’t get enough of the passion he poured into kissing her. Breathless she stirred beneath him, aching for him to move closer. She heard his laugh again, hot and hard and ending in a growl as he kissed down her body. She writhed in utter abandonment until he clamped his hands on her hips and held her still for him to savour.
‘It’s been so damn long,’ he muttered with angry passion before he pressed his mouth to her in the most intimate kiss ever. Torturing her with carnal delight until her breathing broke, until she threaded her hands through his hair and clung tightly on as best she could, until her heat rose, steaming her vision.
‘Could you please...?’ She couldn’t finish her sentence. She could only arch her hips towards him again and again.
‘Please what?’ He paused and teased.
‘Not stop!’ she cried. ‘Please. Not. Stop!’
He laughed at her loss of language. And then he wasn’t just kissing her, he was devouring her. Until all she could do was lie there like the willing supplicant she was—hot and wet and his to eat until desperation for everything he had overwhelmed her.
‘Please,’ she begged, thrashing her head from side to side. ‘Please...please...please...’
‘Are you ready for me, Emmy?’
‘Yes.’ She gasped as he rose and pressed powerfully between her soft thighs.
He was big and strong. She’d thought she remembered, but that searing memory was nothing on the deliciously full sensation as he finally thrust, taking his place within her again. With that one fierce push the orgasm he’d held just out of her reach now shattered her instantly. He locked still and d
eep, allowing her to ride the wave of it while fully anchored on his thick hardness. The pleasure of possessing him was so intense, all she could do was curl her nails into his back and scream.
‘Oh, Emmy,’ he growled with a satisfied glitter as he watched her go rigid and then crumble about him. ‘You’re so hot.’
She took a moment to catch her breath, stretching her legs wide to accommodate his size and giving her the leverage to push her hips up and into his—seeking to topple his self-control. ‘How hot?’ she murmured, daring him to lose it.
She traced his back with pleasure—discovering his strong, taut muscles again as they rippled with the strain he was putting them under as he surged into her again and again.
‘More,’ she breathed. Pure instinct driving her.
He swore, an earthy, crude celebration of their coming together and all it did was turn her on more. Her energy returned, with manifold intensity until finally they moved ferociously—pounding together in a fierce, passionate dance—pushing closer and closer, each driving action hurtling them both faster into that fantastic tumult of sensation—of white-hot, scalding satisfaction. She screamed it out until she could scream no more and all that fantastic tension snapped.
‘We’re damn good at this, Emmy,’ Javier said a while later as he rested his head on his hand and watched her attempt to recover her breath. ‘You do realise that, don’t you?’
Sensations were still storming around her body—every drop of blood pulsed with the remnants of ecstasy. She didn’t want to answer. She didn’t want reality to return. She wanted to remain suspended like this, as if in some dream state of pure bliss.
He chuckled. Her lack of response obviously cluing him in to her wrecked status.
He leaned close again. His kiss was luxuriant and indulgent—slow and lush, as if he had all the time in the world with which to savour and arouse her all over again.
But it didn’t take long. As impossible as it was, her hunger returned, strong and powerful, and she shifted instinctively closer.