Her gaze drifted to the book on his nightstand.When Love is Betrayed.“You’re still reading this?”She reached over for it, pressing herself against him—maybe on purpose.
He hissed between clenched teeth.“That’s not helping.”
“Oops, sorry,” she said, not sorry at all.Dan had emboldened her.The feeling was intoxicating.She waved the battered novel in front of him.“You read slowly.”
“I like to take my time and enjoy things.”He cupped her breasts again.“I like to savor.”
“I can tell.”Her breath caught as he gently squeezed her nipples.“Have you gotten to any juicy bits yet?”
“Oh, yeah.”He shifted his hands and traced the V between her legs.
“I meant in the book.”
“Well, so far, they’ve…ah…done it against the ship’s mast, on the captain’s chair, and on…on the hard deck under the stars.”
“Sounds delightful.”
Dan sucked in a breath, his voice jagged.“In one scene, the guy had a hand on her breast, a hand behind her head, and another hand behind her back.”
“A three-handed man?”Libby snort-laughed.“What more can a woman ask for?”
Dan thrust his hips, and her breath caught at his hard-as-steel reminder.
“Can I carry on now?”she asked.
“You may.”His hands shifted to her ass, holding her firm against his desire and igniting hers again.She moved herself slowly up, down, and along, chasing her pleasure, responding to his.So close, she paused—Dan was waiting…why?Should she wait too?The pressure in her core stopped her breathing, stopped her thinking.All she knew was this feeling of bliss.Then Dan gripped her hips and moved her again—slowly, so slowly, guiding her, stoking the fire between them and turning their breath ragged.
“Dan, I…”
“Go, Libby.Let yourself go.”
Her orgasm ripped through her—she was too loud, too reckless, and too far gone to care.She could only feel—Dan beneath her, inside her, his hands pressing into her flesh, until slowly, finally, reveling in her comedown, she opened her eyes.
Dan had been watching her again, his body still taut, coiled tight, unreleased.
“I’d forgotten you were there, Cranky,” she lied.Because body and soul, he’d consumed her.“It’s your turn now.”She ground against him, still so hard inside her, and then he jacked his hips and let himself go—an explosion of pure male desire, telling her that she’d consumed him too.
Chapter 25
Libbystretchedinherbed, aware of two things.First, the clear dawn sky through her window spoke of another beautiful day in the Cook Islands.Second, the little hand patting her cheek told her Karim was already awake.
Swim…beach…pee-pee…cars…ball…
Karim’s words reached her foggy head mid-yawn.She’d been up most of the night having sex with Dan.Lord knew what time she’d finally slipped out of his bed and into her own.
“Okay, honey.Pee-pee time.”With eyes half-closed, she somehow found the bathroom.“We’ll have breakfast and then go for a swim.”
Or we could just lie on the sand and sleep all day…Like that would ever happen with a two-year-old obsessed with the water.
Dan’s bedroom door was still closed.No doubt he’d be sleeping in.Recovering.
She swallowed back a smile.
He’d definitely earned the rest.
That man was a machine.A solid, hard, rhythmic machine.Last night, for his performance, she’d looped an imaginary gold medal around his neck, and he’d accepted it with grace and humility—and a hot, steamy kiss that had led to another session of helping each other out.
She yawned again.Then her eyes flew open.
