Some Kind of Wonderful (Puffin Island 2)

“You have an incredible body. Have I told you that?” Some distant part of him knew he should be delivering another warning, but he’d lost the power of speech. His head spun as all the blood in his body rushed south to enjoy the party. The tight grip of her body created a delicious friction that blew his mind. He was drowning in sensation, and he tried to move, but she laughed and kept him still, the way he had her.

“You’re not allowed to move until I say so. If you can torture me, then I can torture you right back.”

And she did.

Her hips moved in slow, sinuous movements and the full curve of her breasts filled his vision.

He was so aroused he couldn’t form a coherent sentence.

Usually, with sex, he was the one giving the master class but tonight he’d met his match.

And right through the whole intense, erotic experience she watched him, as he had watched her. And because he was watching he saw the moment her expression changed, saw her eyes darken and her tongue moisten her lips. Then she lowered her head to his and kissed him, the movement shifting the angle yet again.

Excitement screamed through him and he tried to hold back, tried to find the control he usually accessed with casual ease but this time she had all the control. He slid his hands down the smooth skin of her back and cupped her bottom, trying to still her writhing hips, but she moved in a relentless rhythm that wound the excitement tighter and tighter until they both shattered.

He felt her tighten around him like a silken fist and he emptied himself into her, his hand locked on the back of her head, his mouth consuming hers as they kissed like demons.

Eventually she eased away from him, a satisfied smile on her face as she delivered a final lingering kiss.

She said nothing.

Asked for nothing.

Zach wanted to warn her again that he was going to hurt her, but clouds of exhaustion rolled in, and when she curled into him like a sleepy kitten, he didn’t have the energy to push her away.

Instead he closed his eyes and did what he rarely did.

He slept.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

BRITTANY OPENED HER EYES as the first fingers of dawn stretched through the screened window and was instantly wide-awake.

Her head and her heart felt heavy with the revelations of the night before. She knew that later she’d go back over what Zach had said and dissect it, word by word, but right now she had a decision to make.

Go or stay?

She knew they’d taken a huge step. She didn’t want him to feel suffocated or trapped, or as if he had to run from her. Whole nights were for serious relationships and this wasn’t—theirs wasn’t—

Shit.

She should definitely go.

She slid out of bed, stumbled over his shoes that had been abandoned halfway across the floor and froze. A quick glance towards the bed told her Zach was still sleeping and she tiptoed across the room with exaggerated care, like a character from a cartoon. Her clothing had been strewn around the place during her striptease and she gathered it up and dressed quickly.

Carrying her running shoes in her hand, she sneaked out of the door and closed it quietly behind her, but not before taking a last look at Zach. He was still sleeping, sprawled on his front with his eyes closed.

Her insides softened and she felt a rush of emotion. He was sleeping. Really sleeping.

And that was good, wasn’t it?

That was progress.

As she walked away from the cabin, salty sea air brushed over her face, chasing away sleep. The air smelled fresh after the rain and the ground was damp under her feet.

She was grateful that Seagull’s Nest was out of sight of the camp and nowhere near the buzz of the harbor. If she’d had to do the walk of shame along Main Street at this time of the morning, she would never have heard the last of it.

To reach Castaway Cottage from the camp, she had to choose between a long hike through the forest or a blowy walk around the cliffs.