Insatiable by Cari Quinn Page A

want all of it.
    Want him.
    “Condom. Wallet.”
    Her eyes clouded briefly before she nodded and swung off him, bending quickly to retrieve his pants from the floor. To lighten the moment—and because the perfect round globes of her ass were simply too much—he brought the flat of his hand down on her butt, only to be rewarded by her sexy grin as she pulled a foil packet out of his wallet.
    However he‟d envisioned their first time, the maybe foolishly romantic candlelight and soft music he‟d hoped for way back when, this was still Rachel. His Rachel. And if she wanted fast and hard, he‟d give her the ride of her life.
    Climbing back on top, she offered him one more tempting smile as she tested the strength of his handcuff. She sheathed him in an instant and impaled herself on his rigid shaft before he could release so much as a groan.
    “God, yes. Yes,” she whispered.
    It wasn‟t a moan, he acknowledged, his lids lowering in utter rapture. But it was damned close.
    Heat swept over him in a blinding wave as she started to move. She felt like glory, snug and wet, and he fisted his hand in her hair so he could ravage her mouth while he surged inside her.
    Stroke after stroke, thrust after thrust, he worked on destroying her, following the lead of her gasps. Her body gathered, her movements becoming frenetic. But she matched him in every way, raising and lowering her hips in a blur that managed to diminish even the relentless burn in his wrist.
    His eyes locked on hers. Shawn knew he‟d carry that mental snapshot of her lost in abandon—her hair a wild tumble over her shoulders and sweat beading on her skin—with him for the rest of his days.
    Her nails raked down his arms as her orgasm hit her, but he welcomed the pain. His breath caught at the delirium that made her dark eyes enlarge for one stunned heartbeat. He didn‟t pause when her head lolled forward on her shoulders, but instead pushed her for more, pumping into her pussy harder, deeper.
    When he came, he didn‟t hold back his shout. Her spasms prolonged the pleasure, dragging it on and on. Burying his face in her hair, he held on to her, milking her body for the last drop of his release.
    He‟d waited so long for this. For her. And he never intended to let her go.

    Rachel didn‟t know how she ended up sprawled on her belly, wearing her dress and no underwear, in the center of the bed. Didn‟t know much of anything really.
    She knew they must have talked, because she‟d unlocked his cuffs and raided the minibar for water before they‟d fallen into a brief, exhausted sleep. But she didn‟t remember what they‟d said.

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    What conversation was appropriate after coming, repeatedly, due to the efforts of your lifelong pal, she didn‟t know. But now that her eyes had opened warily to greet the dawn, she wanted to slip right back into unconsciousness.
    God. How could she have done what she had with Shawn ? They‟d have to go back to Calvin Bay and face everyone after they‟d become… lovers.
    That‟s what they were. Lovers.
    Her parents would be overjoyed. So would his. As a matter of fact, roughly half the one thousand people in town would start planning their freaking wedding as soon as their vacation fling became public knowledge.
    After all, they were perfect for each other. Hadn‟t she been told that by most everyone she knew since before she‟d been old enough to care?
    As Rachel covered her face with her hand, she realized her lips still felt bruised. With the way they‟d gone at each other, it was hardly surprising.
    Even so, he‟d kept hold of himself enough to remind her to use a condom when she‟d been all for abandoning rationality. Not that it would‟ve been unprotected sex—she‟d been on the pill since high school—but he‟d known she‟d go ballistic the next day if she hadn‟t taken every possible precaution. And he‟d known that because he‟d been by her side ten years ago, after she‟d gotten