Page 25 of Marrying the Enemy

“The hummus is from a packet. I used bottled water to make it.”

“It looks good.” He could have eaten all of this himself. It had been hours since breakfast and he’d carried roughly a hundred and thirty pounds across the island before working up an appetite with her.

She was hungry, too. They attacked the food, not speaking again until there were only a few olives and a lick of hummus left.

“Oh. Dessert.” She leaned to dig into her bag. “My protein bar is chocolate-coated.”

He snorted. “I thought you were going to offer me the other condom.”

The look she sent him made him want to bite his tongue. Or hers, now that the air took on an erotic vibration.

“Yes, I want to use it,” she spat with resentment. “Damn you to hell.”

“Oh, I’m quite sure that’s where we’re headed.” He snapped out a beach towel, wafting it onto the floor. Then he stepped across to gather her up and take her down onto it.

“Dom!” Eve snapped awake in the secure spoon of his body. His solid chest warmed her back. His hot thighs were bent behind hers and his heavy arm weighed against her waist. There hadn’t been any other way to sleep in this narrow space down the middle of the shack. As night had fallen, he’d closed the awning, she’d set down fresh towels and sarongs as bedding, and they had crashed harder than the surf.

Now the floor was shifting beneath them.

She urgently tapped his thigh, trying to sit up and find her phone on the counter above her, but his arm tensed, locking tighter than the safety bar on a roller coaster as he drew a long breath, pulling himself into wakefulness. She blinked her eyes wide, but couldn’t see a thing in the pitch dark of this unknown hour. She didn’t think they’d slept very long, though.

“What’s wrong?” he murmured.

“I think we’re floating.”

“We are. It’s okay.” He roamed his hand down her front, ironing her more firmly into the hollow of his sheltering body. “It’s high tide. There was only a short beach when we arrived. Remember? That’s how he gets this thing onto the beach. It’s anchored to concrete blocks underneath. I saw them when I put the booze down there.”

“Oh. Okay.” She relaxed. Mostly. Because now his hand was petting her thigh, fingertips tracing the seam where her legs were pressed together. He was hardening against her butt cheek.

“That means he’ll likely be back in twelve hours to retrieve it,” he added.

“We don’t have a condom,” she reminded, voice growing unsteady with arousal.

“I know,” he grumbled and brought his hand back to her stomach.

“We could do other things.” She rolled to face him.

“Hell, yeah, we could.” He pressed her beneath him and kissed her with urgent, dark passion, invading the recesses of her mouth in a reclaiming of territory he’d conquered only a short time ago.

She met the electric dance of his tongue with her own, greedily taking all that he was willing to give because they had less than twelve hours.

“Stand up,” she urged when he started to part her legs.

He did and she used the darkness to hide her inexperience while she learned how to take him in her mouth and pleasure him in every way she’d ever read a man enjoyed.

He seemed to enjoy it very much. He swore and hissed in shaken breaths and his thighs were like iron beneath her hands as she stroked them. When he hit his release, his jagged cries were both triumphant and vanquished.

Then, while she was still glowing with inordinate pride at delivering him so much pleasure, he lay on his back and arranged her in a most unseemly position to return the favor. It was the most sinfully erotic experience of her life on top of a night of generous caresses and life-altering orgasms.

That really should have exhausted their libidos, but the chuckle of a kookaburra woke her to predawn light and the quiet of a blown-out storm.

Dom was already awake. His erection pressed insistently against her backside. As she drew in a waking breath, her breast shifted in the hand that cupped it.

“Your nipple is hard. It’s been driving me crazy, wanting to play with it while I waited for you to wake up.” He skimmed his hand down and discovered she was already wet.

She moaned with something like relief, shifting her leg so it rested on his, parting her thighs so he had more room to caress into her tender folds.

He groaned with appreciation and opened his mouth against her nape. “Once more? I’ll pull out.”

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