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looked over my shoulder at him, narrowed my eyes. I wanted to come, and I wanted it exactly how he was giving it to me, dammit. So when I saw his wicked grin, I knew whatever he was doing was for my pleasure. He was teasing me, taking me to the edge and then backing off. He swirled and stirred that enormous cock within me, then dragged all the way out so I could feel every last inch of him. Then he’d slide into me so tenderly, so quietly you’d have thought we were trying not to wake my parents in the next room or something.

Softly, carefully he gave me gentle thrusts, not letting me take all of him. That heavy length I had feared was all I craved. No one else would ever be able to fill me like him. So I whispered that to him.

“You’re the only one who can fill me like this. I want to ride you forever. There’s nothing like it. Please, please, Billy,” I said, my voice ragged.

Still, he held out, tenderly caressing my body, making something hot and urgent knot in my chest, something that was almost frightening in the howling need it unleashed. His gentlest touches, lightest kisses were all I had to work with. I tried to grind against him, to get more of him, but he resisted. He was so determined to drag this out or something, to tease me, to prove he was in control. He turned me to face him. He kissed my neck slowly, softly, and trailed his fingers up the curve of my spine so tantalizing. I was breathless. I couldn’t speak, so I kissed his hair and his forehead, his cheek and jaw. He moved up, kissed my upper lip so sweetly that it made me clench around him. I kissed him back, sensuous and smooth finally nipping at his upper lip until I felt him jerk inside me. Triumphant, I slid down his length and claimed him. He hooked an arm beneath my knee for leverage and gave me thrust after long, delicious thrust. I had the steamiest, most drawn-out orgasm that I kept thinking it was over only for another wave to hit me, all because of his stubborn teasing. Sometimes it was good to have a stubborn man for a lover.

He dried us both off with a big warm towel and tucked us into bed. I was drowsy and sated, loose in his arms.

“Morgan, I want you to go to the house with the women before sunrise. Before landfall.”

“I can’t. Not unless you’re going,” I said.

“You know I can’t go. I have to stay here in case people need help. I’m part of the response crew,” he protested.

“Then I’m staying, too,” I said, and settled in to sleep. He got quiet, so I assumed he was worrying about what to do with me, how to get me to agree to stay inland. I left him to his worries and went to sleep.

Chapter 26

Billy

Insomnia was a stranger to me, and an unwelcome one at that. I knew how to sleep when and wherever I could from my years in the Navy. There was no such thing as too bright, too wet, too cold, too uncomfortable. Sleep was necessary for survival and survival was goal number two. Goal number one was and always had been success at any cost. But to achieve that, a man had to be rested enough to think clearly.

She’d destroyed me. My ability to focus, my alertness. She’d trashed all my instincts honed over decades of covert missions in just about two weeks. Shaken, I watched her, envious of her easy slumber. I had fallen for her. Of all the stupid, asinine things to do. A tourist. In the middle of a tropical storm about to make landfall. A woman who wouldn’t even listen to reason. I was appalled at how foolish I’d been, pursuing her, seducing her, knowing she would leave very soon. Instead of keeping myself walled off to her, enjoying her body and her company with no strings attached, I’d done the unthinkable and fallen in love with her. With the most infuriating, unreasonable, stubborn woman I’d ever met. I wanted to scream my frustration. I wanted to run out into the storm and tell the damn thing to just take me because I was clearly unable to make a sensible decision when it came to my personal life.

She was going to leave. I was going to