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You need to eat.”
“You’re not my mother.”
Laugh wrinkles formed at the corner of his eyes. Grinning, he unfastened his trousers and slipped them and his boxer-briefs down his legs. “A fact I am truly grateful for.” He reached for the mattress on the bottom bunk and lifted it onto the floor, flexing biceps attracting her attention.
In Fiji, she’d licked the flowing lines of his tribal tattoos, tasted his skin and indulged herself. The fleeting idea of repeating the experience brought a frown.
After flicking the lock on the door, he strode over to her. “You’re right. Let’s fuck.”
Although she’d used the term a few minutes earlier, the harsh word seemed to echo between them. It hurt.
Aware of the contradiction in her thinking, she forced a smile while confusion reigned inside her. Ignoring the inconsistencies in her thoughts, she let Louie seduce her. Sexy smile. Gorgeous body. It didn’t take much to fall into his embrace.
His hands skimmed with purpose and the skill she’d become used to. His mouth was soft on hers, and he kissed her until desire grabbed every scrap of her attention. She shivered, feeling the weight of her breasts, the heavy expectation flooding her body. A soft, needy sound escaped and she tilted her neck, silently asking for the redirection of his mouth.
“Not your neck.” Louie kissed the slope of her breast and sucked until her inner walls clenched with need.
“More,” she whispered. “I need more.”
“Patience,” he countered. “I told you, we have time.”
He didn’t intend to hurry, so she gave up and went with the flow. Skin brushed skin, and she squirmed and twisted when he tongued her breasts, stroked her arse. He lifted her and settled her on the mattress, following her down. Things became more serious then. Heated whispers. Touches designed to inflame. Mac felt as if she floated, his touch making her want more of the erotic assault.
Louie parted her legs and lifted her hips in a smooth move. Seconds later, his mouth and tongue devoured her swollen flesh. His stubble scraped the tender skin of her inner thighs while his tongue traced wicked patterns around her clit. A moan escaped, and she bit her bottom lip to still another cry. A finger pushed inside her with a hot, easy glide. Her stomach hollowed, her hips canting to push against his tongue.
“Louie, please. I need you to fill me now. We can do it all over again. I just need you now.”
Louie stilled and glanced up at her. “Promise?”
“Yes.”
He nodded, the undeniable masculine interest deepening. “I know how you feel about promises.”
Oops, she’d forgotten that. While they’d been in Fiji, the discussion had come up. She couldn’t remember how, but she’d told Louie she never, ever went back on her word.
He pulled his finger from her and without breaking their gaze, he licked it clean. Her breath caught, her chest tightening with a wave of emotion. Even though she knew nothing could come between them because of her vow to her father, she couldn’t help but wish things were different. This man, he touched places inside her…
Swallowing, she tugged him closer, sure every emotion shone on her face for him to read.
“Hey, don’t you want to go on top?”
“Plain old missionary is fine for what I have in mind.” Hard, hot, sweaty sex. The kind that made a woman forget her problems.
Louie didn’t say anything, but he grinned and it made her catch her breath again. He was stunning when he smiled, and despite her complaints, his take-charge manner didn’t bother her. It was part of his military training and something she respected. Trusted. During their time in Fiji, he’d bound her with silken scarves, the loss of freedom making the sex sizzling hot. She sighed as he moved over her and slipped inside, the head of his cock barely embedded.
“Louie.” Mac tried to move but he held her still.
“I wouldn’t want you to think you’re getting your own way.”
Mac
“You’re not my mother.”
Laugh wrinkles formed at the corner of his eyes. Grinning, he unfastened his trousers and slipped them and his boxer-briefs down his legs. “A fact I am truly grateful for.” He reached for the mattress on the bottom bunk and lifted it onto the floor, flexing biceps attracting her attention.
In Fiji, she’d licked the flowing lines of his tribal tattoos, tasted his skin and indulged herself. The fleeting idea of repeating the experience brought a frown.
After flicking the lock on the door, he strode over to her. “You’re right. Let’s fuck.”
Although she’d used the term a few minutes earlier, the harsh word seemed to echo between them. It hurt.
Aware of the contradiction in her thinking, she forced a smile while confusion reigned inside her. Ignoring the inconsistencies in her thoughts, she let Louie seduce her. Sexy smile. Gorgeous body. It didn’t take much to fall into his embrace.
His hands skimmed with purpose and the skill she’d become used to. His mouth was soft on hers, and he kissed her until desire grabbed every scrap of her attention. She shivered, feeling the weight of her breasts, the heavy expectation flooding her body. A soft, needy sound escaped and she tilted her neck, silently asking for the redirection of his mouth.
“Not your neck.” Louie kissed the slope of her breast and sucked until her inner walls clenched with need.
“More,” she whispered. “I need more.”
“Patience,” he countered. “I told you, we have time.”
He didn’t intend to hurry, so she gave up and went with the flow. Skin brushed skin, and she squirmed and twisted when he tongued her breasts, stroked her arse. He lifted her and settled her on the mattress, following her down. Things became more serious then. Heated whispers. Touches designed to inflame. Mac felt as if she floated, his touch making her want more of the erotic assault.
Louie parted her legs and lifted her hips in a smooth move. Seconds later, his mouth and tongue devoured her swollen flesh. His stubble scraped the tender skin of her inner thighs while his tongue traced wicked patterns around her clit. A moan escaped, and she bit her bottom lip to still another cry. A finger pushed inside her with a hot, easy glide. Her stomach hollowed, her hips canting to push against his tongue.
“Louie, please. I need you to fill me now. We can do it all over again. I just need you now.”
Louie stilled and glanced up at her. “Promise?”
“Yes.”
He nodded, the undeniable masculine interest deepening. “I know how you feel about promises.”
Oops, she’d forgotten that. While they’d been in Fiji, the discussion had come up. She couldn’t remember how, but she’d told Louie she never, ever went back on her word.
He pulled his finger from her and without breaking their gaze, he licked it clean. Her breath caught, her chest tightening with a wave of emotion. Even though she knew nothing could come between them because of her vow to her father, she couldn’t help but wish things were different. This man, he touched places inside her…
Swallowing, she tugged him closer, sure every emotion shone on her face for him to read.
“Hey, don’t you want to go on top?”
“Plain old missionary is fine for what I have in mind.” Hard, hot, sweaty sex. The kind that made a woman forget her problems.
Louie didn’t say anything, but he grinned and it made her catch her breath again. He was stunning when he smiled, and despite her complaints, his take-charge manner didn’t bother her. It was part of his military training and something she respected. Trusted. During their time in Fiji, he’d bound her with silken scarves, the loss of freedom making the sex sizzling hot. She sighed as he moved over her and slipped inside, the head of his cock barely embedded.
“Louie.” Mac tried to move but he held her still.
“I wouldn’t want you to think you’re getting your own way.”
Mac
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