Tags:
Fiction,
General,
Erótica,
Romance,
Islands,
Contemporary,
Fathers and daughters,
Revenge,
romantic suspense,
Romantic Suspense Fiction,
Missing Persons,
Young Women,
Marquesas Islands (French Polynesia)
felt incredible. Unbearably aroused, Tally wrapped her arms around him. The muscles in his back were hard under satin-smooth skin. She reveled in the feel of him. Inside and out. Desire pure, sharp, and out of control made her arch her hips off the bed. He plunged all the way to her cervix, then withdrew. His mouth opened against her throat. He plunged again, sinking his teeth into her neck. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to send a bolt of pure sensation directly to where they were joined. His large hands clamped under her bottom, drawing her tightly against him as his fingers spread her cheeks.
"Wrap your legs around me," he demanded, breath hot against her sweat-dampened throat.
He withdrew; Tally followed the movement, raising her bottom off the bed, wrapping her legs high around his waist, opening herself for his penetration. He plunged deep.
The shocking intensity of her orgasm went on, and on, seeming to last forever. Tally's body trembled as each ripple of sensation ebbed and flowed, echoing back on each other, drawing out the pleasure until her mind blanked. Brilliant colors showered the darkness. Her arms tightened around him as the planet slipped off its axis.
When she finally came back to reality, head hung off the foot of the bed, she was as limp as an overcooked noodle, and Michael was still deep inside her.
"W—" Tally moistened dry lips, and tried again. "Wow. You're really good at that."
"I'm a man of many talents." His voice came soft against her ear, his breath brushing her cheek, her throat.
"How many talents?" she wanted to know. Just to be prepared, of course.
"How much time have you got?"
She smiled into the darkness. Hey, she didn't have a problem with his ego. Judging by what she'd just lived through, he wasn't bragging. "What happened to my clothes?"
With his weight on his elbows, Michael moved his hip in a maddeningly slow glide in. Out. In. "Technically they were my clo—Jesus. Do that again."
Tally contracted her PC muscle again, and had the satisfaction of hearing Michael groan. He withdrew, then pushed into her again. She was ready, her vagina tight and slick, as she pulsed around him. She relaxed the muscle until he was almost in to the hilt, then tightened it sharply. They groaned in unison as he pumped into her tight opening hard and fast.
He came in a hard, shuddering rush, then collapsed on top of her.
For several minutes the sound of their harsh breathing filled the darkness. Tally mustered enough energy to raise a heavy arm and stroke his sweaty face. Her fingers brushed his eye patch, but didn't linger. Poor, wounded warrior. She raised her head and pressed a soft kiss to the cool fabric of the patch. Michael captured her face between his broad palms and realigned her mouth downward.
"I love a woman with good muscle control," he told her thickly before crushing his mouth down on hers.
Tally demonstrated again just how controlled those muscles were. Michael groaned as he lifted his head. "Anything else you're afraid of?" he asked laconically, bracing some of his weight on his elbows.
Too weak to move, Tally's legs fell open on either side of his narrow hips. She liked the weight of him pressing her into the mattress. He was still semi-hard inside her, and her muscles flexed spasmodically around his shaft. "Thank God, no. And if I'd come up with this cure years ago, I probably wouldn't be afraid of the dark anymore, either."
She felt the brush of his hand against her sweat-dampened hair. "Not going to scream bloody murder because I took advantage of you while you slept?"
"Sorry, you can't take all the credit. I was awake for most of it," Tally said dryly. "I can't exactly claim maidenly modesty when I climbed into bed with you in the first place, can I?" Actually, she was embarrassed, now that it was over. Embarrassed that she'd been so uninhibited, embarrassed that she was lying, quite naked, beneath this stranger. For once, she was glad it was