Page 17 of Making Waves

Pausing in his descent, he looked up to meet her gaze in the half light.

“But you saved that for me?” The slow thud of his heart slammed a fist against the inside of his chest.

Her skin was pale and perfect, her breasts taut and upturned, as if waiting for his kiss. She levered herself up on one elbow.

“You give better orgasms than any hot tub jet.”

The fire at the base of his spine morphed into an inferno. The need to possess her branded his skin and left his flesh smoking as he slid his hands down her hips. His towel had half fallen off and lay there, covering her. He yanked it down and off, revealing the darker curls covering her sex, a neat triangle between her thighs.

Sliding off the bed, he made a place for himself there, ducking a shoulder beneath one leg and cradling the other in his hand. He could hear her ragged breathing, knew she was close to the edge even before he closed in on her slick heat. But there was no stopping now until he got his fill of her.

She tensed at the first stroke of his tongue up the heated center of her. Two strokes later and she writhed in the sheets, twisting the fabric in her fists as she fought off the inevitable. A growl shuddered through him, vibrating over his lips and humming against her skin as he worked her.

Her body arched up off the bed and she cried out, her fingers clamping around his wrists as if to hold him there. As if he had any intention of leaving. He steadied her in the aftermath, easing off just enough to give her time to catch her breath before he started all over again.

Once, twice, three times she found release that way. He didn’t remember her being so exquisitely sensitive, her body attuned to his every touch. The knowledge that he could do that to her rocked him to the core.

“Come inside me,” she whispered, lifting herself up to tug on his shoulders and pull him closer. “I need you.”

The raw want in her voice almost made him forget why he needed to hold back.

“I have no condoms. Nothing to protect you.” He hadn’t known she’d be on board the boat. Hell, he never expected they could smooth over the past long enough to share this again- even on a short term basis.

He kissed his way up her body until he lay on the bed beside her, careful not to get too close or he might lose all control.

“Are we too smart to trust the withdrawal method?” She splayed a palm along his chest, her calf muscle running lightly up his.

“I sure as hell hope so.” Although in his condition, he didn’t trust himself for long.

“Check the bathroom.” She pointed to the half open door with a jerk of her thumb. “It’s the corporate party boat, right? Someone must have gotten busy on it before. There could be a half box stashed in a medicine cabinet.”

Crazy as it sounded, he leapt to his feet and shoved open the door to the head.

“Nothing.” Damn it. Unlike him, Keith hadn’t been stuck on a destroyer for the better part of the last four years. Shouldn’t his sex life warrant better than this?

On impulse he tugged open a drawer near the bed that functioned as a nightstand. And, hello, foil packets.

“Bingo.” He held up a row of five for her to see. “And they aren’t even expired.”

She met his gaze in the half light, her brown eyes glittering with mischief.

“Guess you have no excuses, Murphy.” Reaching up to the strand, she tore off one square and set it beside him on the bed. “You’re all mine now. At least for tonight and four more times.”

She grinned as she rolled her hips against him in flirtatious invitation, but he couldn’t help reading between the lines.Tonight and four more times. The words underscored the time limit that hovered tangibly between them. He didn’t have much time to win her back. Tossing aside the extra condoms, he planned to make every encounter with Alicia something she’d never forget.

* * *

A shadow had passed through Jack’s eyes. Alicia could see it clearly since a moonbeam spilled over his face and onto one shoulder.

But just as soon as it appeared, his expression cleared again, his gaze lit with a fire from within. For her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him down to her. His heavy shoulders and strong back loomed above her, keeping his full weight off her when she wanted to feel every ounce of him stretched out over her. Inside her.

She coiled a leg around his and rocked her hips against him. And while she’d meant for the action to spur him on, she nearly sent herself hurdling over the edge again. Her whole body sparked into flame every time he got near her, making her wonder if he’d hypnotized her four years ago. How else could she respond like Pavlov’s dog to just a simple stroke of his finger?

His tongue?

“Ohhh.” A moan rumbled up her throat as she realized how close she was all over again. How had he held back while she orgasmed like there was no tomorrow? “Hurry.”

He sheathed himself with the condom she’d set out, his hands nudging her belly and her thigh while he worked with the prophylactic. She braved a peek at him, her gaze eating up the rippled ab muscles as he positioned himself between her thighs.

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