her back.
Lifting her head, she glanced at him over her shoulder, her eyes slumberous. Without resistance.
The sight only further fed his desire.
Gage’s hot mouth dropped to her flesh, cooling in the open air. He ran his tongue across the wings of her shoulder blades, then traced the delicate ladder of her vertebrae, feeling her tremble beneath his ministrations.
Reaching the back waistband of her jeans, he paused, sitting up to get control of his ragged breathing.
“Gage,” she said, wiggling beneath him.
Her movement panicked him. He couldn’t lose her now! Dipping low again, he ran his whiskered cheeks over her skin, moving upward, along the inward bend of her waist to the resilient curve where her neck met her shoulder. Driven by an impulse he couldn’t explain, he bit her there, gently holding her in place as his hands reached around for the fastenings of her jeans.
Her voice was music in his ears, a siren’s song of pleasured moans and heated whimpers. He moved his mouth to her cheek as he pushed away denim and a silky scrap of panties, whispering her praises. “You smell so good. Your body is so beautiful.” His hand slid up her sleek inner thigh. “Oh, baby, you’re so wet.”
She choked out a sound as her arousal flooded his hand, and he could feel her flesh heat in a blush. “Don’t be embarrassed. You don’t know what it means to me, that I can do this to you.”
“I want you, Gage.” Her voice was hoarse.
“I know.” He had two fingers inside her now, where she was smooth and giving, but tight enough to make him sweat. “I want you, too.”
His other palm stroked the round curve of her bottom, and she lifted into the caress, canting her hips and half rising on her knees. The moonlight revealed the glazed petals of her sex and he closed his eyes. It was too good. God, it was so good.
It had never been like this for him before. He liked women. He liked sex. Hell, he loved sex, but this was a different plane of sex, this was sex-to-the-nth sex.
Adrenaline was pumping into his bloodstream, as if bullets were flying or bombs were going off, or like that time he’d been mugged in Cairo.
Only he was suddenly worried about losing more than his passport and piastres now. Maybe he should back away. Make an excuse, climb into his car and speed from the cove. Head for what now seemed like the relative safety of a war zone.
But then she tightened on his fingers, moaned with sweet urgency, and he was lost—a slave to her needs. Her muscles were clenching on him now, and he was shaking all over, his fingers fumbling with his zipper.
His cock sprang free, the wet tip caressing her flank. They both groaned, and it was enough to jar him into remembering protection. Cursing, sweating, he found his wallet, searched for the condom packet with one hand, the other still moving in and out of her twitching body.
“Gage,” she pleaded. “Hurry.”
“I know, I know,” he muttered, then bit into foil. Finally, covered, he came over her back, shoving up his shirt so that he could feel her bare flesh against his chest. She moved, her hips tilting, her sweet bottom lifting to him.
He pulled his fingers free, and she cried out in disappointment.
“It’s okay, baby,” he said against her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat. “Almost there.” Then he fitted the swollen head of him to her heated wetness and pushed inside, her body giving way to his penetration in slow, delicious degrees.
When he was all the way in, he used his knees to widen hers, and took another decadent inch. She moaned again, low and hoarse, and he brushed her hair from her face. “Okay?” he asked, caressing her face.
Instead of answering, she turned her head, caught at his thumb and sucked it into her mouth. Shit. He froze as chills broke out across his skin and his cock seemed to expand. Shaking with the effort to remain still, he let her get accustomed to his possession.
And then he had to move, he had to, as unstoppable as the waves on the beach. In time to their rhythm, he retreated and advanced, their bodies as tight as puzzle pieces. The image bothered him a moment—what would happen to his edges when they weren’t bound by hers?—but then the pleasure was just too mind-blowing. She responded like a dream. Impaled on his cock, covered by his