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He chuckled. “You think you’re pretty smart, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh. My brain is telling my body all the many things I can do with yours. I think mine looks pretty good, don’t you?” She had the audacity to lay back, displaying her gorgeous breasts, flat tummy, the shadowed place between her thighs, and her mile-long legs. He had to take a hard breath, his blood heating. The woman stole it every time he allowed himself to indulge in his pure admiration of her.
Awareness sparked in her bright eyes, as did a glimmer of heat he recognized as a direct challenge. Maddy was fearless. She wanted to tease him, and she was silently daring him to be bad, to throw every bit of caution to the wind and give in to some reckless, shameless kind of fun. With her.
He grinned, and her eyes sizzled with her satisfaction as they stroked over every inch of him. “It feels good when you touch me, Shark. So good.”
“Show me,” he demanded fiercely.
Her eyes flashed and she closed them and breathed in deep. She cupped her breasts, and he made a soft sound, leading to Maddy turning shameless and uninhibited. She was doing this all for him. She gently squeezed and kneaded her breasts before brushing her thumbs across her hard nipples. Her breathing deepened as she slid her palms down her belly, her eyes showing that she was enveloped in sensations. She dipped her hand between her thighs and slid a finger over her core. With a soft, breathy moan, her legs fell open, and slowly, rhythmically, she stroked the knot of nerves, moaning along with each passing caress.
When he set his body over hers, her lashes fluttered open to find him kneeling between her thighs. He braced himself on either side of her and lowered his lips to her neck, near her ear. “Don’t stop touching yourself, no matter what I do.”
Only his mouth touched her skin, or his hair, or the rasp of his stubble, each time eliciting a gasp from her. “Shark, please,” she whispered.
He lifted his head and looked deeply into her eyes and found himself lost to her dazed gaze. His heart squeezed tight in his chest, a distinct reinforcement that he was so dangerously close to falling for Maddy, in ways that he’d never allowed himself to fall for any woman.
He was losing his patience as his mouth trailed along her throat and down to her breasts, slowly sucking each taut tip until Maddy was mindless with pleasure. He doubled his efforts with wet, swirling sweeps of his tongue, the arousing scrape of his teeth, and finally the deepening suction of his mouth on the tantalizing peaks. She gasped and arched upward from his assault and the pressure and friction of her fingers, threatening to send her spiraling over the edge.
“Oh, please,” she begged, hoarsely, desperately.“Shark.” But he sucked her nipple harder, biting it with gentle pressure, allowing the weight of his muscular body to bear down on her. She moaned, long and low, and her free hand gripped his damp hair painfully into a tight fist.
He moved down her body until he reached the core of her. By then, she was nearly sobbing with need, but she held back. That was some discipline. He tested her restraint even further when he used his tongue to follow the stroke of her fingers along her sex, learning from her own touch and caresses exactly what she liked, and what gave her the greatest enjoyment.
It didn’t take him long to master her rhythm and discover her most intimate secrets. When he was confident of his ability to take over, he urged her legs up and slipped his arms beneath her raised thighs. He pulled her hand away and laced his fingers with hers pulling them over her head, holding her captive and forcing her to give herself completely to him.
It was an incredibly easy thing to do because she trusted him with her body, and that sent blood rushing into his dick with an aching, satisfied groan of such pleasure, he could barely breathe at how hard and sensitive it was as it brushed against the lounger.
His need to fuck her so deep and hard almost made him lose his mind. He was relentless as he took her core and sucked and swirled his mouth and tongue. She started to pant, then her breath caught on a deep moan as she climaxed.
Before the last of the tremors subsided, Shark was moving up and over her. He covered her body with his own, all hard, lean muscles and barely suppressed hunger. In one, long, smooth thrust, he slid into her, and she lifted her knees high against his waist to give him the deepest access possible. Once he was buried to the hilt, he closed his eyes and groaned as her inner muscles clasped him tight.
He wanted to come, but he wanted to claim her more. He stopped moving, relishing the moment, the warmth and softness of being inside her, and the sweet, pulsing aftermath of her orgasm.
His heart skipped a beat when her lashes drifted open, and her darkened gaze locked with his. He began to move, rolling his hips hard against hers, then plunging deeply, his emotions driving him as hard as his body’s demand for release. In that moment, he felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable, because she’d touched him in a way no woman ever had—physically and emotionally. He fucked her harder. Deep, rhythmic, agonizing, out-of-control strokes desperate to have her, to make her his. He lowered his head and kissed her, and she kissed him back with a ravenous need that blew all his senses. His pace quickened, his breathing grew ragged, and he pumped mindlessly into her.
He groaned deep in his chest, unable to process everything at once, stiffening as his climax peaked. He dragged his mouth from hers, surged into her a final time, and on a ragged, primitive growl, he spilled himself into her.
Too spent to move, Shark stirred, his fingers tangling in her damp hair as he turned his head, then covered her mouth in a soft, lingering kiss. He heaved a sigh, then said, “You fucking drive me crazy, woman.” Lifting himself on his elbows, he stared down into her face. “Did I hurt you?”
“Oh, so good,” she said with a satisfied smile, then reached up and caressed his jaw. “I’m not fragile, Shark, and I loved what you did.” Her face softened. “I feel so connected to you.”
Covering her hand, he brought it to his mouth and kissed her fingers, her palm, a sudden rush of emotion catching in his throat.
Then he held her, just held her against him as if it was as vital as his next breath. Like her, he relished this moment of quiet physical closeness. This was their eye of the storm. Something was brewing in the palace, and his gut told him it wasn’t what it seemed, and he and the team would be ready for anything.
“Hold on to me,” he said. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and he pushed up from the lounge, padded across the comfortable grass mats beneath his feet to the big muslin-draped bed with the inviting white sheets. He set his knee on the edge, then controlled his descent with her until they landed on the mattress. The bed faced out toward the beach and ocean. He gathered her against him as they slipped under the covers, and he propped himself up with her snuggled to his chest.
“How beautiful,” she murmured.
The fragrance of flowers wafted in on the soft evening breeze, the chorus of insects blending in with the hushed sounds of nightfall. The view from the bed was unobstructed, and a panorama of vast ocean rolled out to the still-light horizon, the purple shadows and silhouettes darkening the landscape. The waves reflected the fading colors of the long, tropical sunset, the glassy surface mirroring the midnight blue, soft pinks, and grays of the darkening sky.
He could almost forget he was on a mission here to this powder keg of a country to protect the embassy and the ambassador and his family. The State Department was adamant about not losing another diplomat, especially one as valuable as Clay Towson.
Shark had admired him for his extraordinary diplomatic prowess, but now his admiration had grown for how he’d raised such an amazing daughter.
Her cell phone buzzed, and she leaned over him, her soft breasts caressing his chest, and snagged it off the nightstand.
“Hello, Daddy.” She listened for a few minutes and then grimaced at him. “I’m sorry we didn’t call you about dinner. We got sidetracked after the shopping trip, and it’s getting kind of late to be on the road. We’ll be back in the morning.” She nodded a couple of times. “Okay, Daddy, I will.” She hung up. “That wasn’t technically a lie. We did get sidetracked.”
