Turning Up the Heat by Laura Florand Read Free Book Online Page B

hold herself so exposed to him while she came, and it was a pure physical impossibility. Her muscles just didn’t work that way, when his hand was in her sex.
“ Yes ,” he said fiercely, his fingers thrusting into her while she shook and arched, his other hand flat on her breastbone now, forcing her off him enough to give him room.
“No, no, no , Daniel,” she said, “ no ”—And then she was coming, convulsive little frantic waves, clutching at his hand in her, and he kept moving it, pleasure swamping her, the waves building and building and crashing again until she fell on him, kissing him wildly, and then convulsed again in one sharp, high cry and rolled away into the sand.
The sand scraped against her sunburn. After a moment, he reached and gently rolled her over onto her tummy. She buried her face in her arms.
“I like it,” he whispered, fingers tracing over her skull. He blew over her shoulder, and sand skittered off her. “I like seeing you come. Don’t be embarrassed.”
She kept her face buried in her arms, not answering. She was very conscious of how aroused he must be, and her own body still shivered with hunger for him to drive into her. The sunburn wouldn’t hurt that much, she wouldn’t care…and from this position, he wouldn’t have to touch too much sunburn. She arched her butt up just a little, shifting it back and forth in a hint.
He came to his feet suddenly. She twisted her head on her arms enough to see him stride waist deep in the waves and stand there with his hands locked in fists behind his head, staring out at the horizon.
She thought about following him, slipping in behind him and slipping her hand around to the arousal against which he was pitting the force of waves too warm to kill it.
He still stood there, and then suddenly, she didn’t know why she shouldn’t follow him, and she rolled to her knees.
But he turned at that moment and came back out of the water, still enough aroused under his suit that at first she thought he was coming back to her and she sat back on her heels. But he just gave her a little smile that made her blush crimson, and that made his smile deepen as he ducked his head and crouched down by their picnic basket, packing it with deft, fast fingers into a much better arrangement than the resort kitchen staff had ever thought of. “Let’s go find that waterfall.”
     
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CHAPTER SEVEN
     
They hiked along the stream, a narrow, haphazard footpath that not enough feet had worn, the forest rich and thick around them, birds calling, a tree dripping flowers. Green surrounded them, and rich dark earth, and the stream flowing over dark rocks, leftover from volcanoes lost in the depths of time.
They could hear the waterfall before they reached it, but still Léa drew a breath of surprised pleasure when they came out beneath it. The stream was small, and the rocks angling above them spread it out fine, so that it fell into the pool below in a wide veil, nearly transparent. The place was a deep, magical secret, compared to the vast possibilities of the ocean. A spill of red hibiscus near the falls brightened the dark, safe colors of rock and water and green, and the waterfall shimmered with white.
She had hiked to a waterfall the day before, narrower, higher, more pounding, but also beautiful. And it was a sharp, sweet realization, how much more pleasure there was in the moment because Daniel was with her.
Already waded halfway out to the falls, she turned enough to smile at him, an absurdly shy smile for how long they had been married. But she felt shy. She felt as if she had come out here to find a piece of herself, and he already wanted that piece for himself, and she didn’t even know what it looked like yet much less whether she wanted to give it away.
And she still felt embarrassed, from earlier on the beach. Soft and sticky and vulnerable.
His eyes searched hers rather gravely for a moment, and she dipped her head. His eyes narrowed at the evasion, that