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She made a mental note to ask him about that.
Later, not now. Now they had unfinished business.
Her body still thrummed with desire for him. He hadn't had release yet, and she was determined to give back some of what he'd given her.
Astounded by her wild response to him, she shook her head. Guilt panged in her stomach, but she pushed it away. Yes, she was a biologist. Yes, she should be hitting him with a thousand questions about who he was. But the woman in her had taken over, and there was no going back now.
They swam out for a while, then Dax stopped and pulled her toward him.
She pushed him away, knowing they couldn't tread water while they were so close. "We'll sink."
He gathered her in his arms again. "Trust me, we won't sink."
Their bodies entwined together like a pretzel, their legs caressing each other. She wasn't treading, and neither was he. Surprisingly, they weren't sinking, either. "How do you do that?"
"Later. I'll explain it later." He reached up and slid his palm into her hair, wrapping his hand around the back of her neck. Then he bent his head to hers and fit his mouth over her lips.
She sighed, her body quaking with a rush of desire. His tongue tangled with hers, a slow, seductive rhythm that sent shots of intense pleasure between her legs. Instinctively she pressed her aching mound against his erection and wrapped her legs around his hips.
How he held them both in the water was beyond her comprehension, but she felt no struggle to stay afloat. They bobbed in and out of the waves, weightless.
The tip of his shaft probed between the throbbing lips of her pussy. With a little maneuvering, he'd be inside her. God, she had no idea until just this minute how much she wanted that.
"Let me," she whispered against his ear, licking the side of his neck. He rewarded her with a groan of pleasure as his cock surged against her. She reached between them and grasped his long shaft, palming it, stroking it, watching his pupils darken, the gold flecks nearly obliterated by the stormy sea green. "You do want to fuck me, don't you?"
He sucked in a breath and blew it out forcefully, moving his hips and thrusting his shaft against her hand. "What do you think? Put my cock inside you, Isabelle. Now."
She shivered at his forceful tone, knowing he was on the brink, loving the fact he wanted her that much. She teased him, rubbing the head of his shaft against her clit. Sparks of intense rapture shot straight to her core and she let loose a loud moan.
"Now, Isabelle. I want to feel your pussy around my cock."
Unable to wait any longer, she positioned his shaft against her and slid down over his cock. Her pussy grabbed it immediately, pulling it in. God, he was thick, stretching her. She gasped at the sensation of being so thoroughly filled and rocked against him.
"Oh yeah, that's good," he groaned, tightening his hold on her.
He pushed her back until she lay just on top of the water, as if she were lying on a bed. Dax ran his hands over her breasts, pulling at her nipples until she cried out in ecstasy.
Waves of delight rolled over her, rhythmically stroking against her body like the white-tipped waves of a crashing ocean. She tightened her legs around Dax's waist, drawing him against her. He thrust slowly at first, pulling out and then inching his way back in. Isabelle whimpered at the sensation. The tension built and she knew she couldn't hold off much longer.
Dax pulled her up and smothered her lips in a scorching kiss, plunging his tongue inside her mouth with hard, deep strokes, using the same tempo to drive his shaft inside her pussy.
Her gaze met his, the tight, drawn look of his features sending her to the edge. He strained against her, holding back his own orgasm so she could find hers. She felt it. Close, drawing closer, like a flame drawing her ever nearer. She wanted to reach that crashing wave with him. Then it hit.
"I'm going to come," she whimpered, panting rapidly.
"Come for me, Isabelle," he urged. "Come all over my cock."
She pushed her hips against him and rode his shaft fiercely, clutching his shoulders and digging her nails into his skin. The sensations pummeled her, his shaft pulling away and plunging back inside her until she couldn't take it any longer.
"Now, Dax, now!" she whimpered, and he quickened his pace, stroking faster and harder until she screamed. Her climax washed over her like a stormy wave.
"Come on, Isabelle, come for me!" Dax was relentless, driving harder and faster against her as her orgasm spiraled out of control. She cried out and held on tight to his back as he crushed her against him, taking her mouth in a devastating kiss.
She drank in his groans when he stiffened and came inside her, his body shuddering with the force of his climax. It went on for as long as hers did. He pumped repeatedly inside her, filling her with his hot come.
She'd never felt more connected with someone like she had with Dax. What they had together went way beyond the physical and into the frighteningly emotional territory she'd always tried to avoid. And, God help her, she couldn't stop herself.
Their lips stayed connected as they both slowed the pace, his tongue lazily tracing swirls over hers. Her body quivered with the aftereffects of her orgasm and Dax caressed her, holding on to her, murmuring against her ear.
And still, they floated on top of the water, weightless, like flying.
It was an out-of-this-world experience. She'd never felt like this before--so tied to someone, so connected.
When he pulled back and searched her face, she nearly turned away. His searching gaze hit her like a lightning bolt. He could see inside her, she was certain of it. He knew what he'd done to her, he realized the connection.
And it scared her to death.
Chapter Six
"I think we need to get out of the water now," Isabelle said, gently extricating herself from Dax's embrace.
He quirked a brow. "Are you cold?"
Cold? Hell, no. He just had her in a blazing meltdown and already her body was more than willing to stoke the fire again. And more than just her body was involved, which meant she needed to back off, and fast. "No, I'm fine. It's just late and I need to get some sleep. It's been a long day."
Without waiting for his response, she swam to shore and gathered up her dress, quickly slipping it over her wet body. She heard Dax behind her, but she needed to get her emotions under control before she faced him again.
Visions of what she'd done with him raced through her mind, both exciting and appalling her. She wasn't here on vacation, dammit, she was being paid to do a job. And her job did not consist of fucking a man, correction, a whatever-the-hell-he-was.
Which reminded her that despite the fact she'd become intimately familiar with Dax, she still didn't know a single thing about him.
And frankly, she didn't want to remain close enough to him to find out.
"I'll see you in the morning, then." She turned to leave but Dax grabbed her arm.
"Why are you running away?"
She met his gaze, already hating herself for what she was about to do. Funny how self-preservation seemed like a good excuse to hurt someone. "I'm not running away. I'm tired."
"Afraid you've just made a mistake?"
She didn't like the glint of anger she saw in his narrowed eyes. Immediately on the defensive, she said, "Look. The sex was great. You're a wonderful lover. I came like gangbusters. I'm just tired and I need to get some sleep."
"I see." His reply was short and clipped, his anger more than evident in the biting words. "Well, I'm glad I managed to get you off. I would have worried, otherwise. You know all we guys think about is our technique. Sweet dreams, Isabelle," he finished and walked swiftly away.
Waves of guilt crashed over her as she watched his departing form. She tucked herself inside the safety of her bungalow and bolted the door, as if the act of doing so could protect her from her own thoughts.
Not a chance. Her mind, her entire body, was filled with Dax. She ached in places that had never before been touched. At least n
ot how he had touched her. The delicious remnants of their lovemaking were still apparent in her throbbing body.
Instead of satisfying her completely, he'd left her wanting more. How easy it would be to invite him inside to spend the night, make love over and over again and curl up together as they rested in between bouts of fantastic sex.
And then what? She still didn't have answers about him, and even if she did, she'd already vowed that her chosen career as a marine biologist meant traversing the world's oceans, not staying put and having babies with some man who'd just end up leaving her when he got bored. Just like her father had left her mother.
Long ago she swore she'd never end up like her mother, broken-hearted and pining away for a man who'd forgotten all about his wife and daughter the minute he'd walked out of their lives. No, Isabelle's work gave her all the fulfillment she needed. She wasn't going to base her happiness on a man.
Her mother never loved again, never lived again, after Isabelle's father left. She swore every time the tears of loss rolled down her mother's face that she'd never let a man do that to her.
Not ever.
The first thing she did was connect her laptop and get online, sending out some emails to the Oceanic Institute. She wanted to know who the experts were on humans diving without oxygen tanks, and what the known record was for holding one's breath while in a dive.
She'd read about it before, but never researched it and had certainly never seen it firsthand as she had with Dax. He had to have been down there at least ten minutes today, much longer than any human should be able to survive without oxygen.
