Page 22 of Tropical Inferno

“Oh, I plan to.” He briefly moved away, digging around on the nightstand.

“What are you doing?” she asked in confusion.

“Just a second, honey—condom.” He sheathed himself quickly and was instantly back with her, skin-to-skin, fingers threaded together. He hesitated, but there was no more waiting for this; they didn’t just want it, they needed it. She edged closer, sliding one thigh up around his waist, leaving herself open and ready, voicelessly begging him to take her.

Her lips sought his yet again, sucking him into her, surrendering to him in a way no one ever had before. Without a word, he thrust his hips forward, pressing against her and gliding into her with one smooth motion. They both sighed, eyes locked together, and for a long moment neither of them moved. Time stood still and he paused, somehow sensing she needed to adjust to having him inside her.

“Mine,” she whispered after a long, sensual kiss.

“Very, very yours,” he agreed.

Fire was shooting down his spine, the need to move more than he could stand and the way she shifted restlessly beneath him told him she was equally aroused.

“Baby, tell me what you want.”

* * *

Garrett seemed to instinctively sense when she needed more.

“Just you.” She arched up to meet him. The pressure between her legs was unbearable. She’d never wanted someone inside of her so badly, needed a man’s touch so desperately, or had such an overwhelming sense of completion. Making love had never felt like this before and she kissed him, showing him everything she couldn’t possibly say. She’d already broken all the rules; told him she loved him, told him he was hers, told him she’d give him anything he wanted. Now she wanted only to show him that he could have it, and her, if only he would trust her.

Everything else disappeared as they moved together, bodies and souls linked by some invisible force that had thrown them together at a shady motel outside of Honolulu. She dug her nails into his hard, muscular backside, gripping him tighter, pulling him deeper until there was no space between them. Inside and out, they were completely immersed in each other, hearts hammering in unison as they rushed towards a release that would undoubtedly break them.

She never wanted it to end, the way it felt to be so connected to another human being, and she tried desperately to hold off, make it last longer. Her body betrayed her, though, the first ripples of her orgasm rocking her against him so hard one of his hip bones began to dig into hers. Her cries filled the room, calling out his name, over and over, until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything except ride out waves that seemed to go on forever.

* * *

Hawk hadn’t had sex like this in a long time, so good he couldn’t stop himself from following her right over the edge and growling from the force of his release. She was still moving, the silky skin of her calves moving across his back. When her breath caught, he tried to memorize every nuance of her face. The way those stupidly long eyelashes fluttered on her cheeks. Those plump red lips, slightly parted as she moaned his name. The deep rosy color her skin turned as she orgasmed against him until she couldn’t move anymore. He would remember it always, remember her always. He’d never experienced anything like Madison Teller and he would never, ever forget this moment.

Her wet mouth fastened greedily onto his shoulder, sucking his skin as the aftershocks kept her shuddering beneath him every few seconds. Her teeth nipped at him and he realized she was marking him. It had been years since he’d had a love bite, a hickey, but Maddie was letting him know whom he belonged to. He was sending her away in two days, but she was leaving a piece of herself right here on his right shoulder. It would only be visible for a short time, but its meaning would remain forever ingrained in his soul. He didn’t move, didn’t stop her, didn’t even flinch when her teeth experimentally dug in. She was on a mission and he wouldn’t dream of interfering; having her mark on him was an honor.

When she was done, he flipped them over so he was on his back and she rested on him, against him, between his legs. There wasn’t much of anything to say; they’d said it all with their bodies and he was confused as hell. She didn’t seem to have any such issues. As she drifted off to sleep, he heard her whisper, “Mine.”

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Maddie woke up first, surprised that neither of them had moved at all during the night. He was on his back and she was still draped across and against him. She slowly pulled away, tiptoeing into the bathroom to relieve her screaming bladder. Part of her wanted to slink away to her room and relive every moment of their night together in private, where no morning-after awkwardness would ruin her memories. It had been the most mind-blowing sex of her life, and she’d nearly sobbed when they finished, so unwilling to lose the intimacy. So she’d sucked on his shoulder until she’d known a big brown and purple bruise would remain for days, a constant reminder of her, of them.

She came out of the bathroom and paused, unsure whether to rejoin him or go to her own room, when his voice called to her. “Don’t even think about it. Get your sweet ass back in this bed.”

Crawling into his arms, she sighed in relief as he closed them around her and kissed her temple. “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Good morning.”

“How’d you sleep?”

“Like a rock. I don’t think either of us moved.”

“Ready to run?”

“What?” She stared at him in confusion.

“It’s morning… Isn’t this when we run? You know, that whole triathlon-training thing?”

She flushed. “Oh, yeah. Do we have to?”

“Yes, we do.” He lightly slapped her bottom. “We can come back and get naked in the shower when we’re done.”

She chuckled. “Can’t we just skip to the naked part?”

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