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enthusiasm, matching the thrust of his tongue stroke for stroke with her own.
She felt his erection pressing against her. Only the barrier of her swimsuit and his kept him from being where she needed him to be. She pressed closer and he drew in a sharp breath through his nose.
Liking the reaction as well as the sensations rocketing through her from the contact, Laurel set a rhythm that had her insides tw isting, tightening for release.
He broke the kiss and hissed in a breath betwe en his teeth. “You keep that up and I’m going to embarrass myself right here.”
She didn’t stop her motion. It was hard enough just to say, “I’m so close.”
“Christ.” He smashed his mouth against hers again. Instead of stopping her gyrations, he helped, holding her tighter, pressing her closer against him.
The pressure was exactly what she needed to tip her over the edge. She came hard with an orgasm that rocked her to the core.
Maybe it was the water, the warmth of it surrounding her. Maybe it was the excitement of knowing they could be discovered at any moment. Or maybe it was just Trent.
Whatever it was, she lost herself so completely it wasn’t until she came down from the pinnacle of pleasure that she realized she’d latched her teeth into the skin of his chest and had bit him hard enough to leave teeth marks and probably a bruise.
Amazed that she had no recollection of breaking the kiss and biting him, she traced one fingertip over the mark. “I bit you. I’m so sorry.”
Trent was breathing as hard as she was. “Don’t worry. I liked it.”
“Did you . . . you know.” Laurel tipped her head toward his pelvis, even though judging by the rock hard length still pressed against her she was pretty sure she knew the answer .
His eyes dark with need, Trent shook his head. “No.”
“Good.” Laurel hadn’t had nearly enough of him. She reached between them and slipped her hand beneath the elastic of his trunks.
He groaned as she took him, thick and hard, in her hand and slid it up his length. His lids drifted closed as a wrinkle creased his brow. She could give him what he needed, but to finish like this would be a waste of this man’s perfection.
She brushed her lips across his ear and felt him shudder at the contact. “Trent, make love to me.”
He drew in a shaky breath. “Oh God, I want to but I don’t have a condom.”
“ It’s okay. Just pull out.” She’d obviously gone crazy.
She knew all the risks—disease, pregnancy , discovery by hotel management who could kick her out for this—and she didn’t care. All she knew was she wanted him inside her and she didn’t care what chances they had to take to make that happen right here, right now.
“No. Too risky.” He pulled his pelvis back to a safe distance.
Thank God one of them was still thinking clearly. Becky had probably said the same thing to her imposter almost seven months ago and Laurel had seen where that had landed her—her third trimester.
“ You’re right.” Logical or not, Laurel couldn’t deny her disappointment—until a crazy notion came to her. She let out a short laugh. “Wouldn’t it be nice if the gift shop here sold condoms?”
Trent’s eyes widened. “I don’t know if it does or not, but I know one way to find out. Wait right here.”
Moving as quickly as she imagined an athlete of his reputation should, h e swam to the other edge of the pool. In one smooth move he hoisted his perfect body out of the water and onto the deck. Water cascaded off him as he strode barefoot across the smooth stones surrounding the pool.
It wasn’t until h e lifted the receiver of the house phone located by the towels that Laurel had the presence of mind to wonder who in the world he could be calling.
As moonlight glistened off Trent’s skin and he sent a heated glance in her direction, she started to not care, as long as he did it quickly and then came back to her.
CHAPTER NINE
“How may I direct your call?” The
She felt his erection pressing against her. Only the barrier of her swimsuit and his kept him from being where she needed him to be. She pressed closer and he drew in a sharp breath through his nose.
Liking the reaction as well as the sensations rocketing through her from the contact, Laurel set a rhythm that had her insides tw isting, tightening for release.
He broke the kiss and hissed in a breath betwe en his teeth. “You keep that up and I’m going to embarrass myself right here.”
She didn’t stop her motion. It was hard enough just to say, “I’m so close.”
“Christ.” He smashed his mouth against hers again. Instead of stopping her gyrations, he helped, holding her tighter, pressing her closer against him.
The pressure was exactly what she needed to tip her over the edge. She came hard with an orgasm that rocked her to the core.
Maybe it was the water, the warmth of it surrounding her. Maybe it was the excitement of knowing they could be discovered at any moment. Or maybe it was just Trent.
Whatever it was, she lost herself so completely it wasn’t until she came down from the pinnacle of pleasure that she realized she’d latched her teeth into the skin of his chest and had bit him hard enough to leave teeth marks and probably a bruise.
Amazed that she had no recollection of breaking the kiss and biting him, she traced one fingertip over the mark. “I bit you. I’m so sorry.”
Trent was breathing as hard as she was. “Don’t worry. I liked it.”
“Did you . . . you know.” Laurel tipped her head toward his pelvis, even though judging by the rock hard length still pressed against her she was pretty sure she knew the answer .
His eyes dark with need, Trent shook his head. “No.”
“Good.” Laurel hadn’t had nearly enough of him. She reached between them and slipped her hand beneath the elastic of his trunks.
He groaned as she took him, thick and hard, in her hand and slid it up his length. His lids drifted closed as a wrinkle creased his brow. She could give him what he needed, but to finish like this would be a waste of this man’s perfection.
She brushed her lips across his ear and felt him shudder at the contact. “Trent, make love to me.”
He drew in a shaky breath. “Oh God, I want to but I don’t have a condom.”
“ It’s okay. Just pull out.” She’d obviously gone crazy.
She knew all the risks—disease, pregnancy , discovery by hotel management who could kick her out for this—and she didn’t care. All she knew was she wanted him inside her and she didn’t care what chances they had to take to make that happen right here, right now.
“No. Too risky.” He pulled his pelvis back to a safe distance.
Thank God one of them was still thinking clearly. Becky had probably said the same thing to her imposter almost seven months ago and Laurel had seen where that had landed her—her third trimester.
“ You’re right.” Logical or not, Laurel couldn’t deny her disappointment—until a crazy notion came to her. She let out a short laugh. “Wouldn’t it be nice if the gift shop here sold condoms?”
Trent’s eyes widened. “I don’t know if it does or not, but I know one way to find out. Wait right here.”
Moving as quickly as she imagined an athlete of his reputation should, h e swam to the other edge of the pool. In one smooth move he hoisted his perfect body out of the water and onto the deck. Water cascaded off him as he strode barefoot across the smooth stones surrounding the pool.
It wasn’t until h e lifted the receiver of the house phone located by the towels that Laurel had the presence of mind to wonder who in the world he could be calling.
As moonlight glistened off Trent’s skin and he sent a heated glance in her direction, she started to not care, as long as he did it quickly and then came back to her.
CHAPTER NINE
“How may I direct your call?” The
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