Across his back and shoulders, her small hands set his skin on fire, while freezing out all the bad thoughts of his past and those of the future.He could only focus on the now, which was everything to do with this goddess in his arms.
His fingers slid over her hips, skating across her smooth, supple skin as if creating a heat map of all the places he wanted to explore, while eliciting such a mind-blowing pleasure.Never had he been so driven to possess all of someone.
He may have rocked into her, that push and pull that was a delicious friction, yet she was the one riding him.Controlling him in ways that his body couldn’t help but react to her, and how she then reacted to him.
He couldn’t get enough of her, even with that feeling of chasing what little time they had left between them.
He was in deep, not just in body, but his soul, as his mouth grazed over each breast, getting off on her moans, and the sexy way her neck arched back, how her heaving chest barely breached the water.He became completely entranced by his hands moving up and down her breasts, her ribs, watching how her lungs heaved, and how her hips bucked while she pushed herself further down onto him.
But then she yanked him back to kiss him in a way that wasn’t sweet or soft, but exhilaratingly hungry.Her lips moved frantically against his, burning him up in unfamiliar ways—where she was the one holding him captive, while changing the rules on him, meeting him like an equal, yet taking charge as if their lips were at war with each other.Nipping.Sucking.Kissing.Riding.Plunging.The rhythm freaking perfection.
He couldn’t take it anymore.Grabbing her hips as her hands rested on his pecs, the sensations collided, making his nerves sing as he drove deeper inside her to elicit a delicious moan from this precious minx.
Her hips bucked as he let his fingers work their magic on her, again loving the way she squirmed and writhed in his arms.Delighting in how she was so incredibly responsive to his touch.
He knew where to touch her, where soon everything around him clenched tight.Her legs.Her arms.Her hands in his hair, while vibrations racked her body as he pumped deeper and harder, hoping to draw out her orgasm for as long as he could.
When she bit down on his ear, his control exploded.One hard push, and his body ignited like dynamite, emptying inside her until she trembled around him as if in her own freaking earthquake, sending out ripples across the water in all directions.
Yet, the emptiness he felt when he left her body had him craving to take her again.It felt like he’d been here before with her, like he’d known her body for years, as she did with him.It was like they were made just for each other.Which was impossible.
Especially when life had a way of ripping away all the good in his world, that there was no way Stone would risk that again—not with Romy.But that thought could wait until morning.
Instead, he scooped her up and carried her to his bed to settle in for another long kiss goodnight.
Twenty-seven
The next morning, Romy woke sprawled across a large bed that had the softest, silkiest of sheets, to the sounds of clinking metal and the rich aroma of coffee.She recognised the sound of Stone working out with the weights.And with a body like that, she didn’t mind reaping the rewards.Especially since Stone had taken her so many ways, and so many times throughout the night she could purr, ready to do it all over again.
Yeah, she’d been greedy seeking her own pleasure while also being just as greedy to please him.She’d never truly let go before, not like she had with Stone after sharing their past hurts.And then how they’d found comfort in each other in ways that had her screaming until she had no air in her lungs, with greedy hands worshipping bodies, skin, lips, and heartbeats.There were no words for that level of intense lovemaking.None at all.
She grabbed the bedsheet and scooted across the hallway back to her room, where she showered.
Was it going to be awkward seeing Stone this morning, when the day after had always been awkward for her?
At the kitchen bench she poured her coffee, just in time to watch Stone emerge from the pool.All those muscles gleaming under the golden beams of an outback sunrise, and those droplets trickling over each perfect muscle of his abdomen, down his treasure trail and lost in his wet shorts.Now she’d seen, tasted, touched, and tortured what was under those shorts she wanted to go again.
‘Morning.’Stone grabbed the towel and casually dried himself off.
‘Hey.Hi.Um…’ Her voice cracked.
He chuckled.
Awkward!She had to be blushing, judging from the heat coming off her face.
An annoying shrill sound cut through the silence.It was the phone Stone snatched up from the kitchen counter.
‘Yeah…’ Stone listened, stopping to kiss her forehead before heading to his own bathroom.
The kiss made her sigh into her coffee, putting all that awkwardness at ease.
But then Stone stopped and turned to face her.‘Yeah, I’ll ask…’ With his hand covering the phone’s speaker he asked, ‘Finn wants to use your drones today.You in?’
‘Hell, yeah.’She could avoid the awkwardness, hiding behind her camera.
Oh, no, Stone was right—it was her shield.
‘Well, get ready then, the outback express leaves in five.’He playfully tapped her bum, then spoke on the phone.‘See you in fifteen, Bossman.Make sure the coffee is hot.’
