Page 43 of Twister

“This is so breathtaking,” she murmured.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, his voice low and raspy, “Let’s skinny dip.”

She shivered, and her response made him smile. “Just what I was thinking.” The air was balmy, as it never really got cold in Bali. The water would be the perfect temperature, and the thought of immersing himself in it with her was way too appealing. Her reaction was even more so, tugging at his heart, but Sadie did that often, mostly without even trying. He wanted her worries to melt away, especially when she was preoccupied with that whole Burton/Mercer issue. This was all about pleasure and simply enjoying each other.

Tapping into his emotions had already begun, mostly with the idea of their separating after this mission was over, and was scaring him senseless.He closed his eyes, the thought forming, but he wasn’t quite ready to say it out loud,I’m not used to needing anyone, but I need you.

Playing it off didn’t appeal to him, and brutal honesty, albeit warranted…well, he wasn’t quite ready for that one himself. So, when she remained silent, he took that cue and remained silent, too. They walked to a spot on the sand that was far enough from the surf, the water calm but still making that soothing whooshing sound that he loved, the rising moon flitting between breaks in the clouds.

Twister absently rubbed his thumb against the silky skin of her back, and the moon chose that moment to blink through the night clouds, illuminating her face. She wasn’t smiling or frowning. She looked…contemplative. Normally such a look would make him want to know what she was thinking, and part of him didn’t.

“Come here,” he murmured, tugging at her as he turned his body into hers.

“Hmmm, you are really full of unpredictable surprises…in a very, very good way,” she said, willingly sliding into his arms ashe pulled her right up against him. He loved how easily they did that, framed each other. So effortless, so damn good. “What’s going through that quick mind?” he asked, pressing his forehead to hers.

“Mmm,” she hummed, kissing his chin, then rubbing her cheek on his stubble. “Just how much I want to see your heavily muscled body in the moonlight.” She sighed a little, then, and the smile that had begun to curve his lips tripped up some, her words turning him on. “I just want to feel,” she said. “Touch, taste, sound, smell…” She tipped her head back and looked up between the tall trunks of the palms at the sky above, but the moon was swallowed up again, leaving her upturned face in deep shadow. “This is the perfect setting for that, and I couldn’t imagine wanting to do that with anyone but you, Shane.”

Words crowded his mind in a heated and chaotic jumble. He considered so many options, but nothing seemed to emerge. He knew what needed to be said, knew what he needed to say, but tonight, as she said, was just the time to experience the moment in its quiet glory.

The moon peeked out again, casting a silvery gleam on the water, and the water came alive with a glowing sheen all the way to the sandy bottom, where shapes moved in and out of the luminescence with darting, vibrant color.

He let her go, and she reached for the buttons on his shirt, slipping each through the hole until she slid her hands across his aching skin and pushed the shirt off his shoulders. She reached for the waistband of his shorts and undid the bindings. Her hands went to his hips to push everything down to his ankles, where he stepped out of them.

She turned, lifting her shining hair, variegated in the moonlight into shades of gold, to give him access to the zipper to her dress. With trembling fingers, he pulled the zipper down,allowing his fingers to caress her back all the way down to the base of her spine.

He bent down and kissed the nape of her neck and got that same shiver reaction. Pushing the dress off her, she turned and slipped out of her underwear.

He straightened and looked at her in the faint light, his heart missing a beat as a sudden ache jammed up his throat. She was so ethereal, like liquid silver. His pulse was much more turbulent than the slow, undulating waves.

She slipped her hand into his, their steps gradual and slow as they strolled toward the water. Twister absently rubbed his thumb along the side of her hand and wrist, feeling the steady way her heart beat.

The water was warm when they reached the surf’s edge, the sand squishing between his toes. They walked until they were immersed up to their waists, a fair way from the beach, taking in every sensation, the liquid feel of the water on his heated body, the breeze gently blowing around them, lifting her hair away from the perfect oval of her face, those amber eyes and the thick pale lashes fringing them. The long column of her throat, the perfect indentation between her collar bones, her swelling breasts and nipped-in waist with the tantalizing shadow between her toned, shapely legs.

“Shane,” she whispered softly, in a tone that heightened the enormity of his feelings, the memory of her comfort and support during his panic attacks flooding over him and every moment in between. Experiencing a heavy rush, he clenched his jaw, his whole body responding to those memories, going still as the tension leapt between them. It was almost as if she’d touched him, caressing him in the most intimate way. She flattened her palms against his chest, her breathing soft and slow. “Make love to me in this paradise and make reality go away for just a little while.”

Their eyes met and his heart nearly stalled. Never in his life had anyone looked at him like that—as if she could devour him and cherish him at the same time.

He groaned softly at her words, the way she pressed herself against him, locking her arms around his neck, her breath catching when her breasts crushed against his chest, his muscles flexing at the pleasure in her voice.

He’d never known this kind of passion, this fever of need, this raw, urgent hunger, and he gave himself up to the frenzied sensations, knowing that Sadie would never let him fall.

He grasped her waist and lifted her until she wrapped her legs around his waist, the water making a crashing sound. Pelvis against pelvis, he held her fast, his body a steadfast, immovable pillar for her to ride as he claimed her mouth, his thick hardness fused against her.

A sound was wrenched from her as Twister crushed her in a hard, fierce embrace, his hand roughly tangling in her loose hair, his other arm across her sweet ass to support her. Her breathing now out of control, her locked arms savage, he pulled her flush against him, needing her, needing more.

Hoarsely whispering her name, Twister locked his muscles. His heart pounding in tandem with hers, he brushed his mouth across hers, and the surge of raw, intense energy was like being caught in a lightning bolt.

Sadie lifted herself higher and opened her mouth, kissing him as if it was her last. Twister shuddered, grinding his mouth against hers as he crushed her even tighter.

Everything he had been before Sadie incinerated in the flashing heat of her, and his life took a sudden, unexpected path, one he had never anticipated, one that had been so shadowed by his own walls and locked gates. Making a low sound of revelation, his breathing raw and labored, he groaned against her mouth when his dick rubbed a path to her core.

Sadie locked her arms harder around his neck, her breath catching, her body curving toward his. Roughly changing the angle of his mouth, Twister thrust against her, and the pulsating heaviness in his groin intensified. Desperate for more, Twister widened his stance, his body rock hard, his muscles flexing in his legs, arms, and ass to keep himself anchored in a rush of searing strength and rock-hard determination.

She thrust against him, his dick slipping into her, and he was blinded by sensation, growling out her name. He pulled out and shoved back in again, every thrust pushing them higher and higher, until she stiffened against him, her body spasming. At that moment, he turned toward the shore and waded to the beach where he carefully placed her onto her back in the wet sand. He withdrew and surged back into her, again and again, long, hard strokes that increased in power, strength, and depth.

She met him thrust for thrust, moving in perfect rhythm with him as he pumped into her, the ocean lapping across their naked torsos, brushing over her nipples, sliding across his skin, drenching his hair and dripping off his jaw. She slid her hands down the slope of his back, her fingers pressed hard into muscle and flesh as she dragged him closer, deeper, with every fluid stroke. The sand was grainy against his knees, softening with each wave that hit the shore and buoyed them.

It didn’t take long for the heat coiling hard in his cock and belly to spiral and spiral until he came. “Look at me, babe,” he rasped out, and her lashes fluttered open, and she met his gaze, whimpering helplessly as she started to come again, slapping her palms to the sand and arching her back with a strangled cry of pure pleasure that spiraled out into the night.

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