The Devil and the Deep - By Amy Andrews Page 0,54

deck and claimed Rick’s lips with indecent vigour. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and when he groaned deep and low and needy she swallowed the sound whole, lapping up his response, wanting to fuse their mouths together, to fuse their bodies together for eternity.

Her pulse pounded through her head, her nostrils flared with each laboured breath. His hand left her nipple and stroked down her belly and she shifted restlessly against the deck as muscles deep inside shivered and undulated. The boards were hard against her back but she didn’t care. She wanted him on top of her, pressing down, sinking into her. She wanted to feel his skin on hers, wrap her legs around his waist, have the rock and the sway and the pound of them become one with the rhythm of the ocean.

His hand moved lower, whispering across her skin, skimming the edge of her bikini bottoms. Her hips shifted as heat licked from his fingers and bloomed in her pelvis. An ache took up residence between her legs and she moaned as his hand fumbled with a bow.

She felt the tug as he pulled at it and it came undone.

Then another tug as the other bow ceded to his questing fingers and she shivered as he stripped the tiny triangle of fabric away, leaving her bare to the ocean breeze and the stars and his touch.

‘Those damn bows have been driving me nuts all day,’ Rick said, lifting his head briefly before moving his lips to her jaw, her ear, her throat. And lower, trailing towards her nipple as his fingers slowly stroked her inner thigh.

Stella whimpered as more heat fanned downwards from his kisses and upwards from his hand, searing and ravaging everything in between with devastating ease.

Suddenly it wasn’t enough to be just lying here. She wanted to touch his skin—all of it. Feel it smooth and warm and solid beneath her hands, dance fire across it as he was doing to her.

Wreak a little havoc.

Render him a little crazy.

She grabbed for the hem of his shirt, reefing it up and over his head at the exact time his lips met her nipple. She whimpered as he let go for the briefest second and moaned deep and low when his mouth returned immediately to her breast and his fingers found her thigh again. She sucked in a breath, dug her fingernails into the bare warm flesh of his shoulder as he tormented the sensitive peak.

His flesh shuddered beneath her palm and it vibrated all the way down her arm, stroking gossamer fingers over her neck and her chest and down her belly. Her hands kneaded his shoulders and the defined muscles of his back. Her palms smoothed into the dimples she’d seen all those days ago in the moonlight, slipping beneath his waistband to the firm rounded rise of his buttocks.

When he groaned against her mouth she squeezed them hard.

Rick reared back as his erection surged painfully, bucking against its confines. ‘Stella,’ he muttered, seeing stars despite his back being to them.

He recaptured her mouth, plundering its soft sweet depths, getting lost in the taste and the smell and the touch of her. Wanting everything at once, impatient to know the noises she made when she came.

His fingers moved a little north and brushed lightly at the juncture. Her back arched and she cried out as he found her hot and wet and ready. ‘God, Stel,’ he whispered, his lips hovering above hers. ‘You feel so damn good.’

Stella shook her head from side to side, her hips rotating restlessly as his fingers stroked and brushed and sighed against her.

It wasn’t enough, she needed more. ‘Please,’ she whispered.

‘Please what?’ Rick murmured, licking along the plump softness of her mouth. ‘What do you want, Stella?’

Stella arched her back as his finger pressed a little harder, slid through the slick heat of her. ‘More,’ she said urgently, rotating her hips as she gripped his buttocks convulsively.

Rick slid a finger inside and felt her clamp hard around him. Her gasp echoed around the empty ocean. ‘Like this?’ he asked, licking down her neck, trailing his tongue down her chest. ‘Or this?’ He claimed a nipple as he slid another finger home.

‘Rick!’ Stella clung to him as he stretched her, taunted her. His expert thumb zeroed in on the impossibly hard erogenous zone as if it were fitted with a homing beacon and the stars started to flash in the sky.

A pressure built from deep inside as