“Y-yes.”
“Oh, my greedy little Tiger.” I slid another finger inside her, and that pussy hugged both digits. “That’s it, Tora. Let me feel you.”
I moved my fingers in a rhythm that made her whimper and her body tremble.
I kissed her neck, her jaw, her mouth, swallowing her moans.
This was heaven.
This moment, right here, with my Tiger falling apart in my hands.
I could see our future in this moment.
Marriage on this beach.
Her pregnant with our child, glowing in the sun.
Our kids playing in this water while we watched from the shore.
All of it.
I wanted all of it—and the wanting terrified me. Men in my position didn't get to keep what they loved. They lost it, or it was taken, or they destroyed it themselves.
But I'd burn the world down before I let that happen to her.
Her breathing was getting faster, her movements more urgent.
I toyed with her clit. “How many times am I going to make you cum on this island today?”
“A lot.”
“Very smart, Tora.” I increased the pressure and speed. "Very smart."
"Ohhh, Kenji. . .”
And then I heard it.
The distant thump-thump-thump of helicopter blades.
No. There shouldn’t be any around here. Not now.
But the sound was unmistakable.
Getting closer.
Getting louder.
I froze, my hand still between Nyomi's thighs, my entire body rigid with frustration and rage.
Come on. Please. No interruptions right now. I need this time with her.
Holding in a curse word, I glanced over my shoulder.
Shit.
The sky above us fractured with silver motion. A black-and-chrome helicopter cut through the horizon, blades slicing the air in steady rhythm.
Reo’s helicopter.
