like a child in his arms, but she wasn’t willing to let go of his strength as the storm picked up intensity. “Now, this isn’t so bad, eh? Sort of romantic.” But even he flinched with the next lightning strike. Above the rain and wind she heard the waves battering the shoreline.
She thought of Sarah as terror swelled in her heart.
Chapter 5
The hut rattled, and Jonathon held his breath, waiting for the wind to whip it off of them. Damn, he’d never ridden out a storm like this in such a feeble shelter. He hugged Phoebe tight; she trembled in his arms, reflecting his own anxiety. He felt helpless as another bolt crashed someplace close. He held her tighter, wanting to somehow protect her from the worst of the storm. They were in serious danger. Being in the middle of an electric storm without adequate cover spelled disaster. And a boat couldn’t make it to them while the squall raged.
“It’ll pass soon,” he said above the sound of rain, surf, and wind. He could only hope he was right.
Phoebe nodded. She felt small in his arms. The perfect mix of softness, toned muscle, and warmth. Her damp skin was silky smooth, and her hair held the faint scent of peaches and saltwater. He inhaled deeper, adrenaline suddenly mixed with desire. He rubbed her upper arm and closed his eyes, remembering how close he’d come to kissing her before she’d fled his touch. She had full lips, the perfect mouth to kiss. The perfect body to wrap around his while they made love.
He was hard, and he fought the temptation to seek out her lips and indulge in one quick taste. Something to help dull the fear of the lightning, wind, and ravaging waves threatening to pummel the island to bits. At only a few feet above sea level, the land seemed too fragile to withstand such a ferocious onslaught.
Jonathon kept his lips to himself, and the fury finally waned as the storm sought another island to harass. He let out a pent-up breath as the rain eased up and the wind died down. The ocean still beat the shoreline, the roaring sound filling the void the rest of the storm had left behind. They were safe though. Thank God they were safe.
“I hope we don’t have many of those,” he muttered against the crown of Phoebe’s head.
She nodded, but didn’t try to move away. The desire he’d felt earlier flamed into dizzying lust. He bit his bottom lip as her hand drifted down, settling on the top of his thigh. An innocent touch as she shifted in his arms. One not meant to stoke the fire in his blood and make his cock throb.
“I’m still cold,” she said, trembling, her voice husky. “Do you mind if we stay like this a bit longer?”
He bit his lip harder. She has no idea what she’s doing to me. “As long as you want, angel.”
She moved again, trying to snuggle closer, but when she lifted her hand from his thigh, the side of it brushed his hard cock. She sucked in a breath as he hissed through his teeth.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, leaning away. “I didn’t mean… I mean, I didn’t know…”
“Oh God, angel, don’t be sorry.”
He cupped the back of her head and brought her mouth to his. Phoebe tensed, and the gentleman he always tried to be told him to back off. But he was beyond listening. He parted her lips, and his tongue coaxed her mouth open. She met him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her tongue mating with his. He groaned and tugged her over until she straddled his thighs. He couldn’t get enough of her flavor, and the kiss turned sloppy and greedy. He grabbed her ass, pulling her tight to his erection, and she rubbed against him.
His hands slipped around, and he palmed her heavy breasts, rubbing her pert nipples through the thin cotton of her bra. She whimpered, and he pinched them lightly. Jonathon felt the world slip away as he came undone. Tell me to stop, angel. If you don’t want this, please tell me to stop now. “Phoebe, God, Phoebe,” came out instead.
He pushed her back, following as she
She thought of Sarah as terror swelled in her heart.
Chapter 5
The hut rattled, and Jonathon held his breath, waiting for the wind to whip it off of them. Damn, he’d never ridden out a storm like this in such a feeble shelter. He hugged Phoebe tight; she trembled in his arms, reflecting his own anxiety. He felt helpless as another bolt crashed someplace close. He held her tighter, wanting to somehow protect her from the worst of the storm. They were in serious danger. Being in the middle of an electric storm without adequate cover spelled disaster. And a boat couldn’t make it to them while the squall raged.
“It’ll pass soon,” he said above the sound of rain, surf, and wind. He could only hope he was right.
Phoebe nodded. She felt small in his arms. The perfect mix of softness, toned muscle, and warmth. Her damp skin was silky smooth, and her hair held the faint scent of peaches and saltwater. He inhaled deeper, adrenaline suddenly mixed with desire. He rubbed her upper arm and closed his eyes, remembering how close he’d come to kissing her before she’d fled his touch. She had full lips, the perfect mouth to kiss. The perfect body to wrap around his while they made love.
He was hard, and he fought the temptation to seek out her lips and indulge in one quick taste. Something to help dull the fear of the lightning, wind, and ravaging waves threatening to pummel the island to bits. At only a few feet above sea level, the land seemed too fragile to withstand such a ferocious onslaught.
Jonathon kept his lips to himself, and the fury finally waned as the storm sought another island to harass. He let out a pent-up breath as the rain eased up and the wind died down. The ocean still beat the shoreline, the roaring sound filling the void the rest of the storm had left behind. They were safe though. Thank God they were safe.
“I hope we don’t have many of those,” he muttered against the crown of Phoebe’s head.
She nodded, but didn’t try to move away. The desire he’d felt earlier flamed into dizzying lust. He bit his bottom lip as her hand drifted down, settling on the top of his thigh. An innocent touch as she shifted in his arms. One not meant to stoke the fire in his blood and make his cock throb.
“I’m still cold,” she said, trembling, her voice husky. “Do you mind if we stay like this a bit longer?”
He bit his lip harder. She has no idea what she’s doing to me. “As long as you want, angel.”
She moved again, trying to snuggle closer, but when she lifted her hand from his thigh, the side of it brushed his hard cock. She sucked in a breath as he hissed through his teeth.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, leaning away. “I didn’t mean… I mean, I didn’t know…”
“Oh God, angel, don’t be sorry.”
He cupped the back of her head and brought her mouth to his. Phoebe tensed, and the gentleman he always tried to be told him to back off. But he was beyond listening. He parted her lips, and his tongue coaxed her mouth open. She met him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her tongue mating with his. He groaned and tugged her over until she straddled his thighs. He couldn’t get enough of her flavor, and the kiss turned sloppy and greedy. He grabbed her ass, pulling her tight to his erection, and she rubbed against him.
His hands slipped around, and he palmed her heavy breasts, rubbing her pert nipples through the thin cotton of her bra. She whimpered, and he pinched them lightly. Jonathon felt the world slip away as he came undone. Tell me to stop, angel. If you don’t want this, please tell me to stop now. “Phoebe, God, Phoebe,” came out instead.
He pushed her back, following as she
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