fuse, pushing her higher, pushing her close to the brink.
She retaliated, nipping his nipples and making him twist beneath her. Then she slipped her hand down and closed it around his silky, hard staff. He jerked and swore under his breath.
Suddenly she was on her back again.
“Damn,” he muttered. “You kill my control.”
Exciting warmth zapped through her in response. She killed his control? She liked that and smiled.
“Look pleased with yourself,” he muttered as he scrambled for the bag and pulled out a condom. “You deserve to.”
She watched him roll on the condom, and far from being a distraction, it only kicked her passion into higher gear to see him touch himself that way. Damn, her whole body flamed with hunger now, and each passing second seemed like one second too many between her and satisfaction.
He put a hand between her knees and they parted as if they had a mind of their own. She wanted to feel his weight on her. Even more she wanted to feel that exquisite sensation of him entering her, stretching her. Just the thought of it was driving her crazy.
He knelt between her legs, but didn’t give her what she wanted immediately. Instead he stroked her there, lightly brushing against hairs until her hips rolled and she was ready to scream for something deeper.
Then he parted her petals, and his fingers unerringly found the hardened nub. The sensation was powerful, right between pain and pleasure, in some hinterland that nothing else could simulate.
“Craig...” She groaned his name. “Damn it...”
A short, thick laugh escaped him. Leaning forward, he slipped his hands beneath her hips, lifting her to him.
Then that exquisite, breath-stealing moment when he slid into her, filling her, answering an ache nothing else could answer. Reaching up, she grabbed his shoulders, tugging him down to her.
He propped most of his weight on his elbows and sucked one of her nipples as he drove into her again and again. She grabbed for his hips, urging him to harder strokes. Her hips rolled up to meet his, faster and faster.
Everything in the world vanished except him, his mouth on her breast, his manhood within her. Every muscle and nerve in her body tightened as she rose higher and higher. Sounds escaped her but she hardly heard them.
She was racing through the stars, hurled out to some distant place beyond imagining.
Then everything within her clenched in a spasm so intense it nearly hurt. Moments later she tumbled into satisfaction, her entire body throbbing with pleasure as galaxies exploded behind her eyelids.
He was only a second or two behind her, unleashing a deep groan as he stiffened.
Then he collapsed on her, heavy, hot and welcome.
She hated the instant when he pulled away, but she understood. He wasn’t gone long, and soon he was beside her, throwing his leg over hers, wrapping his arms around her, holding her close and tight.
Hector would have already rolled away and given her his back, ready to sleep. She didn’t want to think about him right now, but the comparison was inevitable.
Craig dropped a kiss on her forehead, then shifted her head to the hollow of his shoulder. He made a nice, if firm, pillow.
“You are something else,” he murmured, running his hand over her hair, then down her shoulder and side. “Something else indeed.”
“So are you,” she confessed.
“Just wait. There’s lots more to explore.”
She smiled into his shoulder, liking the sound of that.
“In fact,” he said, “I’m feeling a little cavemannish right now. Fast and hot is nice, but not for a first time.”
“I kinda liked it myself.”
“Thank goodness.”
She slipped an arm around his waist and squeezed. “I liked every bit. In fact I more than liked it.”
He gave her a squeeze and another kiss. The musky scents of their lovemaking surrounded them, and she felt a trickle of renewed desire.
Yes, she’d more than liked it. She had loved it. For the first time in her life, all that anticipation, need and yearning hadn’t fizzled like wet fireworks. She wondered how she could explain that to him, to let him know how wonderful he was, but words wouldn’t seem to emerge. She just knew that in relatively short order he’d helped her on a journey of self-discovery that was going to leave her changed forever. In a good way.
“I’m afraid to ask, but how long are you going to be here?”
“A month. Maybe more.”
“Aah, that’s not enough time. Maybe more? You can extend your vacation?”