Paradise Discovery (Passion in Paradise 3)

As he watched Triton swim away, Dax realized grimly that it was all he'd been thinking about since the moment he'd spotted Isabelle on the beach.

Chapter Seven

Early the next morning, Isabelle rapped on Dax's door, fully intending to question him about his origins.

Of course, he wasn't there. She turned and scanned the beach and water, looking for signs of him. The sun had barely risen, its cheery rays highlighting the glassy surface of the turquoise ocean.

No one was out there. No boats, and certainly no people diving.

And no Dax. Which didn't surprise her in the least. She'd bet a million he was hiding out somewhere, hoping to avoid answering questions about himself.

Irritated, she stalked to her bungalow, grabbed her bag and set off for the hotel. He was probably mingling around with the masses on the other side of the island. What normal male wouldn't? All those sexual games? Would be difficult for a guy to resist.

Either that or he was diving somewhere. And the ocean was way too expansive to even attempt to find him.

But find him she would. And when she did, she'd get answers to her questions.

The resort was busy this morning, couples scurrying off to various sexual activities, no doubt. Her thoughts drifted to the sexy fun and games she'd enjoyed with Dax last night. Her body thrummed to life, heating up at the images of his warm mouth covering her nipples, the way he licked her pussy until she screamed into the night, the feel of his cock stroking rhythmically inside her.

She fought the emotions that had grabbed onto her mind, forcing her to think about Dax in a way that was anything but clinical. This connection she'd felt last night had been nothing more than a fleeting aftereffect of some really great sex. She was a biologist--she knew how chemistry affected one's emotions. And that's all it had been with Dax. Just great sexual chemistry and nothing more.

The fact her body wanted more of it was just too damn bad. They'd had fun, she'd gotten the sexual release that she'd obviously needed, and that was the end of it.

Blowing out a sigh of frustration, she forced her thoughts away from the sexual and concentrated instead on looking for the source of her anxiety.

"You look lost."

Isabelle turned and smiled at Morgan Marino, then nodded. "Some days it seems that way to me, too."

"Are you looking for someone? Can I help you?"

How was she going to explain she was searching for her bungalow neighbor who'd fucked her brains out the night before and now she needed to ask him some questions to find out if he was even human. "You know that guy who checked in next door to me?"

"Dax Seagrove? Yes." Morgan frowned. "Is there a problem?"

"No, not at all. He was supposed to dive with me today and I can't find him."

Morgan pursed her lips. "You know, I think I saw him early this morning, following a group heading towards one of the activities."

Isabelle's heart fell to her feet. Activities? Like, sex activities? "Uhh, do you know which one?" And did she really want to know?

"Let me think a minute. Oh, now I remember. Water Fun. They'll be down at the beach. You should go join them. Have a little fun yourself while you're down there!"

Isabelle smiled politely at Morgan, thanked her and then headed down the path toward the private beach. A mix of emotions swirled through her. Dax hadn't seemed the type to engage in the sexual play at the resort, and had specifically told her he was only there to do some diving. So why did he suddenly decide to take part in the activities?

Had he been lying to her? Tricking her into thinking he was someone else, only to get her to spread her legs for him? Not that she hadn't been more than eager to do that, she thought with some disgust.

And now he was probably in the water with some strange woman, fucking someone else the same way he'd fucked Isabelle last night. Fury roiled within her and she stopped dead in her tracks.

What right did she have to be angry? Dax wasn't hers exclusively. In fact, she'd run like hell from him last night as soon as they'd finished having sex. He was free to fuck whomever he chose.

But still, it hurt that he'd no sooner pulled his cock out of her before he'd stuck it in another woman. And to think that last night she'd been worried about them getting emotionally involved.

Ha! Not likely considering his current whereabouts.

And yet she still marched down to the beach, intending to do what? Pull him away by the ear like a wayward husband? Give him a stern talking to?

Get real Isabelle. Turn around and go back to the other side of the island, and do your damn job! And they say it's only men who think with the brain between their legs? Ha!

Her feet ignored her wishes and kept walking. The end of the path opened up onto the sand beach. Isabelle's eyes widened and she skidded to a halt.

She gasped. Couples engaged in varying sexual activities were spread out all over the place. Many lay on blankets in the sand, the already steamy sun baking their naked, sweat-soaked bodies. Her gaze was riveted to the carnal pleasures they enjoyed. Oral sex, fucking, touching, any type of intimacy imaginable.

Others played in the water either on floating rafts for two or lying at the ocean's edge, the waves crashing over them.

Everywhere she turned there was sex going on! Didn't these people believe in privacy? She was no prude, but really!

"Shocking, isn't it?"

She jumped and turned at the sound of Dax's voice behind her, her momentary delight at seeing him immediately replaced by irritation. Maybe she'd been wrong about him. Maybe he did want to join in the intimate fun and games on the beach. "What I'm shocked about is the fact you aren't out there joining in."

He raised a brow and smiled. "Why would I join in?"

"Isn't that why you're here?" She hated the accusing sound of her own voice, but couldn't help herself. The mere fact she'd found him here confirmed her suspicions that she'd been royally used last night by an expert con man.

"Nah. Just studying human nature. Fascinating isn't it?"

She turned to follow his gaze. A couple kneeled on a blanket spread over the shimmering sand, naked and entwined. The woman was on her hands and knees, the man situated behind her, his cock plunging slowly in and out of her pussy. The woman had a death grip on the blanket spread underneath her, her eyes shut tight and howls of pleasure escaping between her open lips. As Isabelle watched, another man dropped to his knees in front of the woman, grabbed her hair and thrust her head back, then plunged his thick cock all the way down her throat.

It was savage, brutal, the woman immersed in the throes of pleasure. Despite Isabelle's annoyed state, her body responded to the hot sex on the beach. Her nipples tingled and hardened beneath her thin tank top and she instantly wished she'd worn a bra. But in this oppressive heat it had been the last thing on her mind. Looking down, she saw twin peaks poking against the nearly transparent white cotton and fought the urge to cross her arms to hide her arousal.

She shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the moisture seeping between her legs. Dax's position behind her wasn't helping. She'd clipped her hair up this morning and his breath caressed the wispy curls at the nape of her neck.

"Does watching other couples have sex turn you on, Isabelle?" he asked, his voice no more than a husky whisper.

"Not really. It's just biology," she lied. She'd never thought herself a voyeur, but her gaze was fixed on the threesome rocking and writhing together.

"I think you like that three-way over there." Dax lightly rested his fingers on her shoulders, caressing her enough to elicit goosebumps all over her skin. And yet her body burned at his touch.

"Do you ever think about having sex with more than one man?"

She should move away, should throw off his hands. She didn't want him to touch her. And yet her body melted at his light touch. Damn him! "No, I never think about things like that."

"Really." When his lips brushed the back of her neck, his teeth lightly grating across her sensitive flesh, s