Going Under (Wildfire Lake 2)

When he pulls back, I search his eyes. They’re dazed, his expression serious. “I’m not sure my mind is running on all cylinders at the moment because most of my blood is well south of my brain, but that’s an amazing idea I want to talk about more when my blood is back in my head. My big head.”

He reaches past me, closes the lid on the laptop, and pushes it away, then tosses my towel to the floor, and his hands are everywhere. His mouth traveling down my spine, over my ass, between my legs.

“Jesus—” My breath stalls in my lungs. His lips and tongue and teeth are traveling over every intimate millimeter of me, and I can’t get enough.

Then he’s back, jeans loose, pushing into me from behind, stretching me until my breath catches. Carefully working his way deep until my hands are fisted in the comforter, until all I can do is moan.

Then he pulls off his T-shirt, and his hot chest is pressed against my back, his quick breath on my neck, his hands in my hair. “I love this feeling.”

Oh my God, so do I, but I can’t find my voice.

“Right now, in this instant, you’re all mine.”

The raspy edge of ownership thickens his voice. I love a man who can match my passion, my desire to control and lead. Too many men let me do anything I want. Hell, half of them don’t even try, they just let me fuc

k them.

I love the way Ben deftly plays the control card. Sometimes giving it, sometimes taking it away. He feels like my equal in bed. Something I sure did not see coming when we met in the ER. There’s definitely some alpha hidden in this man.

He uses his knees to spread mine and thrusts deep and strong. And when he slides a hand under my belly and down between my legs, I explode, a kaleidoscope of light filling my head, the comforter muffling my cries.

Before I get my brain working again, Ben slides down my body, lifts my hips from the bed, then he flips over, faceup, and pulls me to his mouth.

He murmurs against me, licking and sucking. His arms spread my legs, his hands cover my ass, and he holds me tight against his insatiable mouth. The man wipes every thought from my mind and floods me with ecstasy, bringing a series of hot, intense orgasms that singe the edges of my brain.

I’m still shivering when I push back from his mouth to get my head together, then I roll him to his back to regift that pleasure. I love watching him watch me, propped up on his elbows to get the best view. Love the way his abdominal muscles tense when I hit a sensitive spot. Then the way his jaw tightens, the way his eyes close, the way his head drops back when I exploit that spot. He loves it when I take him deep, and I love the way his hands fist in my hair. I especially love teasing him to the brink where he can’t take anymore and holds me steady as he lifts into my mouth until he comes with deep, satisfied growls.

Like now.

When the climax fades, he drops back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as he mutters, “Fuck, you’ve got a mouth.”

I gently stroke his still half-hard erection, turning him rock hard again before I climb onto the bed, straddle him, and ease onto his cock.

His fingers are digging into my hips as I bend over him, hair spilling into his face. I use my quads and hamstrings to ride him in deep lusty thrusts while staring into his fiery, dark-blue eyes.

“You’re going to give me a heart attack,” he says. “I’m way too old to be fucked like this.”

That makes me laugh. “If you couldn’t take it, you wouldn’t give as good as you get.”

He lifts into me, meeting me stroke for stroke, his muscles rolling beneath his skin. He cups a hand at the back of my neck and pulls me down to kiss me. Not a wet kiss like I expect, but tender, with his eyes open, on mine.

We climb together, come together, and lie in a boneless heap for long, quiet moments when the only thing filling the cabin is the sound of our breath and the gentle lap of the water.

16

Ben

I am utterly content. No, beyond content. I’m happy. I’m actually happy. Not the giddy, excited, tense kind of happy, but the soul-deep happy. I honestly never believed that would happen again. I figured I’d eventually find someone who would fill the hole left from Jana’s loss, but I never thought that person would flood into the spaces I didn’t even realize were empty.

“Tell me I don’t have to go home.” I lazily stroke Kat’s back. Her weight feels luxurious on top of me.

“How long is your sister staying?” she asks.

“Couple of hours.” I look at my watch and close my eyes as my hand drops back to the bed. “I should get back soon.” I muster the strength to sit up, then roll onto my stomach beside Kat and pull her computer forward and open the top. “Okay, talk to me about this whole sailing thing.”

She shimmies up so we’re even and swings her hair over her far shoulder, then enters her password to unlock the screen and scrolls back to June of this year. “We’re planning on finalizing the sale sometime in June or July. The better booked Chloe and Laiyla can get the facilities, the more the property will be worth, because the solid business makes it more valuable.”

“Makes sense,” I say.