commanded, the words more growl than anything.
She didn’t hesitate to comply with his demand. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and locked her ankles more tightly behind him as he eased her higher on the rock so she could angle her hips upward…and thrust. His broad palms covered her hips, guiding her down onto him. She arched and moaned when he began to move faster.
She clung to him, both of them grunting as his thrusts grew deeper, faster. She wanted to take things more slowly and hang on to the moment as long as she could, but he was thrusting into her and she could only give herself over to it, to the powerful emotions rushing through her.
This is just sex, she tried telling herself firmly. Against her will she felt a bond forming, but she pushed it out of her mind.
And then whatever thoughts she had scattered completely as he slowed, and she could feel his body coil, tense, pull back, all in preparation for what she knew was coming. It was enough to send her over, water pounding against her sweat-slicked torso, as she gasped for air and gave back equally with every thrust he made.
He cried out when he came, his fingers digging into her hips in a way she knew would leave marks…marks so much different than the ones on her ribs. She gave herself over to him, reveled in his shuddering release, tightening around him to give him every last drop of pleasure.
He was shaking as he slid from her body and let her legs drop from around his waist. He held her tightly against him as they both fought for breath.
It was several minutes before she came back to herself. Max made no move to leave, or to let her go. And she made no move, either. Their heartbeats eased to a somewhat steadier rhythm. It was the only thing steady about her just then.
It felt better than she could have imagined in his arms. Held so tightly, both cuddled and coddled. It wasn’t like her to accept this level of closeness from anyone, most especially in an instance like this whenshe was here in his arms under false pretenses. She fought so long and hard for her independence, it had carried over to all aspects of her personal and professional life, including intimacy. So why she so willingly accepted his protection, his surprising gentleness, she had no idea. She chalked it up to the moment…and to her painful past.
It was a whirlwind of activity to get from the secluded cove back to their cabana chair and belongings, and then through the hotel to their room.
After they had showered together, with more touching and exploration than she’d ever experienced with a man before, it was time to dry off.
“That was…” He let the words trail off, but held her gaze, his own intensifying in ways that had her heart rate kicking up again.
“Yeah,” she said softly. “It was.”
He gathered her closer, settling her between his legs, so she was pressed against the full length of him, chest to chest, hip to hip. The soft places of her meeting all the hard planes of him. It felt remarkably fantastic…and far too perfect. She never wanted to leave…but she knew it was inevitable. Two weeks was only two weeks and Fuentes was still out there, still the man who had murdered her stepbrother, Shane. She intended to bring him in dead or alive.
Max rested his chin on her head, and she took the easy way out, nuzzling his chest, keeping their gazes disconnected a little while longer. She didn’t want to risk him seeing anything in her eyes, especially when she hadn’t sorted it herself just yet.
“How about some dinner?”
Thankful for the casual question, she nudged him in his ribs. “Men. It’s either food or sex.”
“Throw in some sports and you’ve got us pegged.”
“I think what we did on those rocks constitutes a sport, my friend. I think that I’m going to feel like I’ve been in a football game and I was the ball.” She shifted in his arms, felt the soreness all over her body and laughed lightly. “Or maybe now.”
“I’ll make
She didn’t hesitate to comply with his demand. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and locked her ankles more tightly behind him as he eased her higher on the rock so she could angle her hips upward…and thrust. His broad palms covered her hips, guiding her down onto him. She arched and moaned when he began to move faster.
She clung to him, both of them grunting as his thrusts grew deeper, faster. She wanted to take things more slowly and hang on to the moment as long as she could, but he was thrusting into her and she could only give herself over to it, to the powerful emotions rushing through her.
This is just sex, she tried telling herself firmly. Against her will she felt a bond forming, but she pushed it out of her mind.
And then whatever thoughts she had scattered completely as he slowed, and she could feel his body coil, tense, pull back, all in preparation for what she knew was coming. It was enough to send her over, water pounding against her sweat-slicked torso, as she gasped for air and gave back equally with every thrust he made.
He cried out when he came, his fingers digging into her hips in a way she knew would leave marks…marks so much different than the ones on her ribs. She gave herself over to him, reveled in his shuddering release, tightening around him to give him every last drop of pleasure.
He was shaking as he slid from her body and let her legs drop from around his waist. He held her tightly against him as they both fought for breath.
It was several minutes before she came back to herself. Max made no move to leave, or to let her go. And she made no move, either. Their heartbeats eased to a somewhat steadier rhythm. It was the only thing steady about her just then.
It felt better than she could have imagined in his arms. Held so tightly, both cuddled and coddled. It wasn’t like her to accept this level of closeness from anyone, most especially in an instance like this whenshe was here in his arms under false pretenses. She fought so long and hard for her independence, it had carried over to all aspects of her personal and professional life, including intimacy. So why she so willingly accepted his protection, his surprising gentleness, she had no idea. She chalked it up to the moment…and to her painful past.
It was a whirlwind of activity to get from the secluded cove back to their cabana chair and belongings, and then through the hotel to their room.
After they had showered together, with more touching and exploration than she’d ever experienced with a man before, it was time to dry off.
“That was…” He let the words trail off, but held her gaze, his own intensifying in ways that had her heart rate kicking up again.
“Yeah,” she said softly. “It was.”
He gathered her closer, settling her between his legs, so she was pressed against the full length of him, chest to chest, hip to hip. The soft places of her meeting all the hard planes of him. It felt remarkably fantastic…and far too perfect. She never wanted to leave…but she knew it was inevitable. Two weeks was only two weeks and Fuentes was still out there, still the man who had murdered her stepbrother, Shane. She intended to bring him in dead or alive.
Max rested his chin on her head, and she took the easy way out, nuzzling his chest, keeping their gazes disconnected a little while longer. She didn’t want to risk him seeing anything in her eyes, especially when she hadn’t sorted it herself just yet.
“How about some dinner?”
Thankful for the casual question, she nudged him in his ribs. “Men. It’s either food or sex.”
“Throw in some sports and you’ve got us pegged.”
“I think what we did on those rocks constitutes a sport, my friend. I think that I’m going to feel like I’ve been in a football game and I was the ball.” She shifted in his arms, felt the soreness all over her body and laughed lightly. “Or maybe now.”
“I’ll make
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