was much too restless to leave her hands crossed above her head.
“Be good,” he whispered in her ear as his hard chest pressed thick and strong against her aching breasts. He moved down her body, sucking on her nipple as he eased from the aching tip to her quivering abdomen and finally to her groin. With his big palms, he pressed her legs open, his head dipping down, down until…contact with her aching flesh.
She placed her palms flat against the rock to brace herself against the roiling surf and Max’s clever and delicious tongue.
She arched her back when he found her pulsing clit and circled it with his tongue, burning her with wet flicks and slow, soft swirls.
His groan was audible above the sound of the surf as he leaned in closer, his unshaven cheek scraped her thigh and his breath burst over her sex.
Stab after stab of pleasure trembled through her, building with each movement of his tongue over her sensitive, burning clit.
“Max,” she gasped as water cascaded over them. His tongue never stopped its delicious assault as moans poured out of her in uncontrollable succession. One last splash of water against her aching nipples and the hard, sucking movement of Max’s mouth sent Rio over the edge to a white-hot burst of passion that made her hips buck and her back arch away from the smooth rock.
He slid up her body, bracing her between himself and the rock as he trailed his lips over her torso, pushing herhands up again and linking his fingers through hers as he pressed them on either side of her head.
Water plumed up and over them in a gentle fall of droplets that helped to cool her exposed skin, but where Max pressed burned as hot as the once-active volcano that had formed this island.
“Man, Max, you…” She couldn’t seem to form coherent words, her thoughts scattered like the spray that sheeted over them in rhythm with the ebb and flow of the surf.
“Shh,” he told her, then pulled her arms down around his neck, tipped her chin up and kissed her.
It was confident, certain and seductive. He didn’t just kiss her lips, he feasted on them, and every touch and taste was an invitation for her to do the same. That was something she was starting to get used to about him. It was clear he wanted a partner in pleasure and that relieved some of her tension. Sex she could do. That was all she could do. She was a strong, confident woman, both in and out of bed. She could quench Max’s desire with her body, but if he ever wanted more…Well, she was done with that.
She’d been through too much, lost too much to ever go down that road again.
His gentle mouth turned urgent, making her feel both needed and wanted at the same time. He tucked his hips against hers, still kissing her deeply, twining his tongue along hers as he pulled her thighs up over his hips, pinning her to the rock. “Rio…” he murmured against her lips. “I don’t want to stop, but—”
“Then don’t.” She buried her fingers in his wet curls and tugged his mouth back to hers. She should use thisopportunity to move away, to set boundaries, but she wanted him.
“Protection,” he said, his body tensing as she hooked her heels behind his thighs.
“I’m safe,” she said. “It’s okay.”
He lifted his head, looked her in the eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Very.”
His eyes were so dark, so intense. And it was all in want of her. A heady rush raced through her all over again.
“Rio—”
“I’m protected. And I’m safe. And I want you…deep inside me. Right now.” She was aroused, sexually needy. That was all, she told herself. It didn’t have anything to do with this particular man.
She pushed away the promise she made never to lie to herself.
That feeling, that need, was as thrilling as it was intimidating. But now she wasn’t going to worry about it. Right now, all she wanted to feel was him taking her. He needed no more coaxing as he slid slowly, fully and completely inside her.
“Hold on tight,” he
“Be good,” he whispered in her ear as his hard chest pressed thick and strong against her aching breasts. He moved down her body, sucking on her nipple as he eased from the aching tip to her quivering abdomen and finally to her groin. With his big palms, he pressed her legs open, his head dipping down, down until…contact with her aching flesh.
She placed her palms flat against the rock to brace herself against the roiling surf and Max’s clever and delicious tongue.
She arched her back when he found her pulsing clit and circled it with his tongue, burning her with wet flicks and slow, soft swirls.
His groan was audible above the sound of the surf as he leaned in closer, his unshaven cheek scraped her thigh and his breath burst over her sex.
Stab after stab of pleasure trembled through her, building with each movement of his tongue over her sensitive, burning clit.
“Max,” she gasped as water cascaded over them. His tongue never stopped its delicious assault as moans poured out of her in uncontrollable succession. One last splash of water against her aching nipples and the hard, sucking movement of Max’s mouth sent Rio over the edge to a white-hot burst of passion that made her hips buck and her back arch away from the smooth rock.
He slid up her body, bracing her between himself and the rock as he trailed his lips over her torso, pushing herhands up again and linking his fingers through hers as he pressed them on either side of her head.
Water plumed up and over them in a gentle fall of droplets that helped to cool her exposed skin, but where Max pressed burned as hot as the once-active volcano that had formed this island.
“Man, Max, you…” She couldn’t seem to form coherent words, her thoughts scattered like the spray that sheeted over them in rhythm with the ebb and flow of the surf.
“Shh,” he told her, then pulled her arms down around his neck, tipped her chin up and kissed her.
It was confident, certain and seductive. He didn’t just kiss her lips, he feasted on them, and every touch and taste was an invitation for her to do the same. That was something she was starting to get used to about him. It was clear he wanted a partner in pleasure and that relieved some of her tension. Sex she could do. That was all she could do. She was a strong, confident woman, both in and out of bed. She could quench Max’s desire with her body, but if he ever wanted more…Well, she was done with that.
She’d been through too much, lost too much to ever go down that road again.
His gentle mouth turned urgent, making her feel both needed and wanted at the same time. He tucked his hips against hers, still kissing her deeply, twining his tongue along hers as he pulled her thighs up over his hips, pinning her to the rock. “Rio…” he murmured against her lips. “I don’t want to stop, but—”
“Then don’t.” She buried her fingers in his wet curls and tugged his mouth back to hers. She should use thisopportunity to move away, to set boundaries, but she wanted him.
“Protection,” he said, his body tensing as she hooked her heels behind his thighs.
“I’m safe,” she said. “It’s okay.”
He lifted his head, looked her in the eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Very.”
His eyes were so dark, so intense. And it was all in want of her. A heady rush raced through her all over again.
“Rio—”
“I’m protected. And I’m safe. And I want you…deep inside me. Right now.” She was aroused, sexually needy. That was all, she told herself. It didn’t have anything to do with this particular man.
She pushed away the promise she made never to lie to herself.
That feeling, that need, was as thrilling as it was intimidating. But now she wasn’t going to worry about it. Right now, all she wanted to feel was him taking her. He needed no more coaxing as he slid slowly, fully and completely inside her.
“Hold on tight,” he
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