It was surreal.
The noise of the waterfall…the humidity…the spectral light…and, as Erin surfaced back to reality, this glorious, beautiful man who had only ever existed for her like this in her deepest, darkest dreams.
She touched him all over, the way he’d touched her. Every bit of his naked body was a revelation and a delight.
She explored him, eyes open so that she could see what she was touching. She lost herself in the feel of him, hard and muscled under her exploring fingers. When she licked her fingers and gently stroked his flat, brown nipples, she thrilled to the way he shuddered and then gripped her hand, guiding it to his erection because he couldn’t stand being teased any longer.
She enjoyed him the way he had enjoyed her, and loved pleasuring him the way he had loved pleasuring her.
She had no idea where this freewheeling sense of freedom was coming from. Maybe because for the first time in her life, she was giving herself permission to do exactly what she wanted without counting the cost.
She was expunging the crush she had had on him for such a long time. She had never foreseen any of this happening but he had extended his hand. She had taken it without thinking about repercussions because, at least on the emotional front, she was safe.
He was a commitment-phobe. He could never be the sort of guy she would ever contemplate being a lasting feature in her life.
On a work front… Well, that posed a number of thorny issues, but for the moment, Erin decided that she would delay thinking about that.
There was a cabin to get to. There was hot, steamy, wonderful, wild, taboo sex on the menu…
Thorny issues were for another day.
Chapter Eight
‘MY PARENTS WOULDgive their eye teeth to see what I’m seeing right now.’ Erin was lying on a lounger, looking out at a sunset that lit up the clouds in tones of sherbet. A soft, impressionistic swirl of orange, pink and lavender was rapidly being swallowed up by a star-studded, velvet blackness.
Raffaele’s lounger was right next to hers and she felt his hand move to lightly rest on her stomach.
The yacht they’d rented four days previously was bobbing gently beneath them to the rhythmic lull of the waves lapping against the sides of the hull. They were both lying on their backs, looking at the same sunset, the same expanse of sky and the same calm ocean all around.
‘Do they know you’re here?’ Raffaele asked curiously.
‘Of course not.’ Erin wriggled onto her side so that she could look at Raffaele. He was naked. Completely naked. So was she. They were miles from any of the islands that made up the Grenadines. If she peered through the gathering darkness, she might just be able to make out the silhouette of Bequia, where they had spent most of the day, but from here?
Just the ocean all around them. She could smell the salt from the sea. The horizon seemed to stretch forever. It was dreamlike. A bit like everything that was happening between her and Raffaele. Dreamlike. She didn’t want to wake up.
‘You haven’t told them that you’re having a fling with your boss?’
Erin heard the smile in his voice and shivered.
‘Of course I haven’t.’
‘Think they’d disapprove?’
‘I know they would.’
‘Why?’
Raffaele shifted so that he was lying on his side, looking at her. He ran his hand gently along her side, feathered over the dip of her waist and then stroked her flank until the usual responses were firing up.
Lust…desire…the spreading wetness between her thighs that longed for his touch, for his mouth…for the hard thrust of him inside her, filling her up.
Her breath hitched and she saw his eyes darken as he recognised what he was doing to her.
It was definitely a two-way street. She could see exactly what she was doing to him as well.
She felt languid. She wanted to be teased. She wanted to tease him. To talk while they touched one another.
‘Oh, you know…’
