Paradise Discovery (Passion in Paradise 3)

"A little."

He bent and kissed the slightly reddening spot left by his hand. "I'm sorry."

She half turned to look at him and grinned. "I wasn't complaining. I liked it."

Holy hell. Isabelle was a constant surprise to him. He reached around and grasped her breasts, her nipples hardening into the palm of his hands. He gave them a squeeze and she whimpered her pleasure.

"Are you going to fuck me soon or not?" she asked, passion-tinged impatience evident in her voice.

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck you. Right now."

He pulled back and guided the tip of his shaft between the moist folds of her pussy. She spread her legs further apart and wriggled her ass, trying to get him into position. Her impatience made his hard-on more rigid, his anticipation more intense.

When he slid inside her, she gasped and shifted back, grinding against him. He pulled back and thrust harder, her pussy squeezing him. She was hot and tight and he nearly came again from the pressure of her clenching muscles.

She gripped the arms of the chair, her nails digging into the fabric as he plunged repeatedly inside her, each time deeper and harder. Dax could sense from her encouraging pants and moans and her drenched pussy that she wanted it rough and primal.

He reached for her hair, winding the long, dark strands around his fist and pulling her head back. She moaned and he pulled harder.

"Yes," she hissed. "Like that."

Grabbing one shoulder with his free hand, he pumped hard and fast, meeting her rearward thrusts with as much heat and fervor than she gave.

"Harder, Dax," she whimpered, her vaginal muscles quivering and squeezing him. He fought for control but her wild response to their lovemaking made it difficult.

"You like it rough, don't you, Isabelle?" he managed through clenched teeth.

"Yes. Spank me, Dax. Make it hurt."

Maintaining hold of her hair with one hand, he smacked one round cheek. Giving in to her request, he used a little more force this time, and her pussy flooded with moisture. "Like that?"

She bucked wildly against him. "Harder."

Aware of how strong he was, he hesitated, afraid he might hurt her.

"Harder, dammit!" she growled.

His mind was in a whirlwind, his body nearly out of control. Her voracious desire spurred him on. She was a wildcat, bucking against him and screaming out her demands that he take her roughly. He smacked her with much more effort and thrust faster. His balls drew up like hard knots against his ass and he knew he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Dax, I'm coming!" she cried, giving him all the impetus he needed to let go. Her pussy tightened around his cock and he shot another load of come deep inside her, pumping furiously until their juices mingled, drenching them both.

His legs trembled and he leaned against her back, his heart pounding out a rapid rhythm. Fighting to catch his breath, he held onto her, finally righting her to a standing position and turning her around to give her a scorching kiss. She returned the kiss with fervor, winding her arms around his neck and holding him close.

When he pulled away, he smiled at her satisfied expression. "I hope you enjoyed that."

She nodded. "More than I can ever tell you."

"I didn't know you liked it...shall we say, a little rough?"

Her cheeks reddened. "There are a lot of things I like that I'm just discovering now."

Dax wanted to think it was because of him. Or maybe she'd just never felt free enough to explore her sexual desires until she reached the island.

She might have a lot of questions about him, but he had quite a few to ask her, too. A sudden interest to know everything about Isabelle fixated in his mind.

"Location bringing out the wild woman in you?"

She snorted. "Hardly. I've been to many tropical islands before, Dax, and I've never behaved like this. Actually, I've never made love to a man while on a research trip."

Which of course begat questions in his mind about other men she'd been with. Questions he had no business asking. But damn if he could stop himself.

"No other guy has explored the rough side of sex with you?"

She sucked in her lower lip and shook her head. "No."

"Why not?"

"I guess I was never really interested in sex before..."

"Before what?"

"Never mind. Maybe I'm just a late bloomer."

She obviously didn't want to talk about her sexuality any further and he didn't want to press her. But she sure as hell made him feel like king of the world right now. If she'd let go with him like she'd never let go with another man, then there had to be something between them.

"Did you want to have that talk now?" he asked, knowing he should have let it lie, but also aware that Isabelle wouldn't forget.

She surprised him again when she shook her head. "I've got some phone calls to make and a little work to do on the laptop. Then I need to take a dive. Maybe later?"

"Of course."

"Why don't you come dive with me about six tonight?" she asked.

"Great. I'll meet you at the beach."

Isabelle kissed him lightly and left for the bedroom. Dax gathered up his shorts and went back to his bungalow, thoroughly confused by her demeanor. First she'd been dying to get answers to her questions about him. Now it seemed as if she didn't want to know.

Could he get lucky enough that he'd never have to reveal his secrets to her?

He hoped so. Once she found out who and what he was, any hopes for him and Isabelle would be lost in the depths of the ocean he called home.

Chapter Nine

Isabelle stared at her laptop screen, trying desperately to concentrate.

Impossible. All she saw, all she thought about was the way Dax made love to her, the way his body seemed to fit hers perfectly, the way he seemed to instinctively know exactly what pleasured her the most.

But she still didn't have answers about Dax, only this time she had herself to blame for delaying the inquisition. After her shower she'd stood in front of the bedroom mirror combing her hair and mentally compiling the list of questions she was going to ask him. Then he'd walked in her room and she'd spotted him, his gorgeous body reclined against her doorway, his perfectly chiseled face smiling at her. In an instant her mind had gone to mush and her libido had taken over.

Her skin burned at the thought of how she'd responded to him this afternoon, the way she'd shouted out her need for him to fuck her harder, spank her, pull her hair. Who knew she had latent masochistic tendencies? She sure as hell didn't know that about herself. Before Dax, the sexcapades she'd had were of the bland vanilla variety. Plain, routine, maybe a change in positions now and then, but nothing like the wild, no-holds-barred-beat-me-hurt-me-fuck-me-make-me-like-it saga she'd asked for. She chuckled at the phrase. Dax had certainly given her everything she'd wanted.

And more.

She picked up the document on her desk and fanned her heated face, forcing thoughts of Dax aside. Plugging in her laptop phone line, she checked her email, pulling the message from the Institute on free diving without oxygen tanks. She printed and scanned the report, not surprised at all to find that the world record for free diving didn't come anywhere close to matching the length of time Dax had been submerged.

Dammit! With an angry flick of her wrist she tossed the document to the floor. She knew it, and yet she didn't want it to be true. She'd hoped that perhaps Dax was some free diving world record holder, which would logically explain his ability to remain submerged for ten minutes or more. She knew enough about human biology to realize it wasn't possible.

Not with a human, anyway. So, how did he manage it? What was he, an alien or something?

Back to the questions. Questions she'd not-so-subtly avoided by sucking his cock and fucking him this afternoon. She couldn't do that forever. The marine biologist in her begged for answers to the mystery of Dax Seagrove. The woman in her was already emotionally involved with him.

Which spelled d

isaster no matter how many different ways she looked at it. He was a stranger, and at that she wasn't even certain he was human. She knew nothing about him other than what she'd found out during the past few days, which wasn't too damn much.

Just like her mother, she'd fallen for a man she shouldn't have fallen for. But unlike her mother, she wouldn't spend her life wishing for something that wasn't going to happen. She refused to live her life with an aching heart.

The laptop screen blurred, her concentration shot. She heaved a sigh and turned it off, knowing she'd get no work done. At least not paperwork.

She craved the ocean, the freeing expanse of water as far as her eyes could see, the weightlessness of floating through the depths with the creatures she'd come to know and love.

After getting into her swimsuit, she grabbed her dive gear. She glanced at the clock, then walked next door and rapped on Dax's door. He opened it and graced her with a wide grin that set her heart kickboxing against her ribs.