down at him.
“That was lovely,” he said with a wicked smile.
Amy wasn’t sure whether she should laugh or cry. It had been lovely. Better than anything she’d ever experienced in her life. And she wanted to do it again. But she couldn’t help the doubts creeping into her head. Had she made a mistake? How was she supposed to live the rest of her life knowing that this was what passion was really about?
After it was all over, she’d have had her adventure. But then what? Was she meant to go home and forget it had ever happened?
No. If she wanted everything, the perfect experience, then it couldn’t end here. She could give him as good as she’d got.
Amy pulled him up next to her, stretching out beside him. Smoothing her hands over his belly, she brushed up against his shaft.
Mal smiled, his eyes still glazed with desire. Wrapping her fingers around him, Amy gently stroked. His response was immediate and he growled softly, nuzzling his face into the curve of her neck.
Her touch was soft and gentle. She wanted to tempt him, but not too far, as there was so much more she needed before he finished. Amy felt powerful, in control. She’d heard stories about climbers, men like Mal who flirted with danger and death. They approached sex in the same way, with a powerful passion that couldn’t be denied, as if every moment in bed with a woman might be their last.
She wanted to be the woman he remembered when he was sleeping in his tent on some distant mountainside. She wanted him to imagine her there with him as he pleasured himself on lonely nights.
She pressed her lips to the center of his chest, the soft dusting of hair tickling at the tip of her tongue. As he’d done to her, she moved lower. And when she closed her mouth over the tip of his shaft, Amy realized he was now at her mercy.
He reacted as any man would. But to Amy’s surprise, he wasn’t a silent participant. He softly urged her on, telling her when it felt good, whispering encouragement. She reveled in the sound of his voice, hearing how she made him feel.
And then suddenly he froze, his body stiffening beneath her touch. Amy knew he was close, fighting back the surge of pleasure that threatened. He held her tight, unwilling to let her continue, and she waited for him to regain control.
When he did, he pulled her up against his body, then reached over to grab a condom from the bedside table. He quickly sheathed himself and drew her on top of him, dragging her legs up on either side of his hips.
Amy shifted above him, the simple movement causing a groan to rumble in his throat. Slowly, he pushed inside her, burying himself deep in her warmth. Closing her eyes, she let the delicious sensation overwhelm her. For a long time, he didn’t move. She looked down at him and found her staring at her.
“What?” she whispered.
“Nothing. I’m just enjoying paradise for a bit longer.”
Paradise. That was exactly what this was. The place where life was perfection. Amy leaned forward and dropped a kiss on his lips, her long hair falling around his face. “Maybe I can find a way to extend your stay,” she said.
“Actually, I was just thinking of ways I could extend your stay,” Mal said. “Maybe you should get rid of your hotel room and move into the caboose.”
“Caboose?”
“It’s a little guesthouse out back. We usually rent it to visiting surfers, but it’s empty now. It’s close to the water and it’s simple, but nice. You don’t have to leave right away, do you?”
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