did so, the clasp came
undone and the orange and green bikini fell away.
She heard his sharply indrawn breath as she tried to struggle free, and then his lips were on the wet,
silky skin at the base of her throat Reyna knew she could have resisted. She could have forced herself free,
knowing deep down that Trev Langdon would never resort to rape. But somehow it all became too
overwhelming, too exhilarating. His lips burned on her skin and she thrilled to the feel of him.
The seduction was all the more intense because of Trev’s obvious, pleading hunger. Reyna flinched as
his thumb grazed a little roughly across her nipple. The shiver ricocheted throughout her body, leaving her
weak and clinging.
“My God! I’ve dreamed so often about touching you again, feeling your passion…“ His voice trailed off
on a husky groan of desire as the nipple budded fiercely under his thumb. He circled the rosy tip once more
and then he lowered his mouth to it.
“Trev!“
Her cry was soft, full of her need and her growing wish to succumb to the moment. He responded by
using his tongue on the hardening nipple, stabbing, circling, caressing until she thought she would collapse
with want Reyna’s fingertips fluttered around his neck and then began to curl into the black and silver
depths of his hair. In another instant she was clinging violently and he was reveling in the implied surrender.
“I knew,“ he whispered raggedly, his mouth dropping strings of hot, damp kisses from one breast to the
other, “I knew if I could only get you back in my arms I could make you realize that what we had isn’t
something that can die in six months!“
“Trev… Trev… I don’t know what I’m feeling,“ she tried vainly.
“It’s all right, sweetheart It’s all right Hush now, just let me take care of you….“
She closed her eyes and nestled her head close into the curve of his shoulder, her palm moving down the
line of his throat to the expanse of his hair-roughened chest Dreamily she explored the contoured skin,
finding the flat nipple and toying with it until he muttered something dark and blatantly sexual into her ear.
He followed the urgent words with the tip of his tongue, inserting it provocatively until she shivered Of its
own accord her hand slid further down his chest, following the tapering line of wet, curling hair until it halted
at the edge of the snug swimsuit.
“Touch me,“ he begged as her fingers hovered.
With a soft moan she obeyed, seeking him intimately. He murmured hoarsely against her throat, his
hands tightening on her. Then Reyna’s senses swirled abruptly as he lifted her high into his arms and strode
out of the sea toward the beach.
He paused near the spot where the beach towels had been left, setting her gently on her feet without a
word and reaching down to scoop up the discarded items.
She stood watching him in the moonlight, the darkness of his hair reflecting the pale gleam. The hot
amber of his eyes returned the searching look as he carefully draped one of the towels around her partial
nudity. Then his hands slipped heavily to her shoulders.
“You won’t be sorry, sweetheart This time I’ll take care of what I have.“ He kissed her slowly, with an
incredible gallantry that seemed somehow out of place in that passionate moment.
And then he was sweeping her back up into his arms and she nestled against him, unprotesting, as he
carried her away from the beach and back toward the garden-shrouded condominium hotel.
She wanted him, Reyna acknowledged. She wanted him more than any other man she had ever known.
Why should she deny herself the physical thrill of his lovemaking? He couldn’t hurt her this time.
But as he earned her with silent strength through the quiet grounds it became impossible to think
logically. The sea-wet furnace of his body was binding her senses, captivating her beyond reason.
She was dimly aware that he was taking her to her own apartment not
undone and the orange and green bikini fell away.
She heard his sharply indrawn breath as she tried to struggle free, and then his lips were on the wet,
silky skin at the base of her throat Reyna knew she could have resisted. She could have forced herself free,
knowing deep down that Trev Langdon would never resort to rape. But somehow it all became too
overwhelming, too exhilarating. His lips burned on her skin and she thrilled to the feel of him.
The seduction was all the more intense because of Trev’s obvious, pleading hunger. Reyna flinched as
his thumb grazed a little roughly across her nipple. The shiver ricocheted throughout her body, leaving her
weak and clinging.
“My God! I’ve dreamed so often about touching you again, feeling your passion…“ His voice trailed off
on a husky groan of desire as the nipple budded fiercely under his thumb. He circled the rosy tip once more
and then he lowered his mouth to it.
“Trev!“
Her cry was soft, full of her need and her growing wish to succumb to the moment. He responded by
using his tongue on the hardening nipple, stabbing, circling, caressing until she thought she would collapse
with want Reyna’s fingertips fluttered around his neck and then began to curl into the black and silver
depths of his hair. In another instant she was clinging violently and he was reveling in the implied surrender.
“I knew,“ he whispered raggedly, his mouth dropping strings of hot, damp kisses from one breast to the
other, “I knew if I could only get you back in my arms I could make you realize that what we had isn’t
something that can die in six months!“
“Trev… Trev… I don’t know what I’m feeling,“ she tried vainly.
“It’s all right, sweetheart It’s all right Hush now, just let me take care of you….“
She closed her eyes and nestled her head close into the curve of his shoulder, her palm moving down the
line of his throat to the expanse of his hair-roughened chest Dreamily she explored the contoured skin,
finding the flat nipple and toying with it until he muttered something dark and blatantly sexual into her ear.
He followed the urgent words with the tip of his tongue, inserting it provocatively until she shivered Of its
own accord her hand slid further down his chest, following the tapering line of wet, curling hair until it halted
at the edge of the snug swimsuit.
“Touch me,“ he begged as her fingers hovered.
With a soft moan she obeyed, seeking him intimately. He murmured hoarsely against her throat, his
hands tightening on her. Then Reyna’s senses swirled abruptly as he lifted her high into his arms and strode
out of the sea toward the beach.
He paused near the spot where the beach towels had been left, setting her gently on her feet without a
word and reaching down to scoop up the discarded items.
She stood watching him in the moonlight, the darkness of his hair reflecting the pale gleam. The hot
amber of his eyes returned the searching look as he carefully draped one of the towels around her partial
nudity. Then his hands slipped heavily to her shoulders.
“You won’t be sorry, sweetheart This time I’ll take care of what I have.“ He kissed her slowly, with an
incredible gallantry that seemed somehow out of place in that passionate moment.
And then he was sweeping her back up into his arms and she nestled against him, unprotesting, as he
carried her away from the beach and back toward the garden-shrouded condominium hotel.
She wanted him, Reyna acknowledged. She wanted him more than any other man she had ever known.
Why should she deny herself the physical thrill of his lovemaking? He couldn’t hurt her this time.
But as he earned her with silent strength through the quiet grounds it became impossible to think
logically. The sea-wet furnace of his body was binding her senses, captivating her beyond reason.
She was dimly aware that he was taking her to her own apartment not
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