Page 37 of Return to the Island

I slid myself away from her, teasing her once again.

“Not a fantasy,” I muttered, drawing forward through her wet heat. “I love you wildly,” I growled, as I slammed into her, forcing her to impale herself on the length of me. I tried to ignore that she hadn’t responded with words to me. She let out a yelp, and I stilled momentarily, allowing her to adjust to my depth.

“This lesson will be quick,” I snapped, gripping her hips and lifting her to be lowered just as rapidly. The heat of her stroked each ridge of my dick, and she rode me under the guidance of my hands. Slowly, I rose up on my knees, pressing her forward, shifting the angle and delving in deeper. My hands released her hips and slipped around her, resting on either side of her own on the headboard. I pummeled into her as she pressed back on me with equal force.

“For some reason, you haven’t learned yet. I. Love. You.” I slammed into her, releasing the bar and reaching for her jaw. Tipping her head back to rest on my shoulder, I pressed under her chin. “Say it,” I demanded.

“I love you, too,” she snapped. Her eyes rolled back, and her mouth hung open.

“Feel it,” I commanded.

“I feel it,” she said, her voice rising as she clenched over me, milking me with the tightness of her. She moved my hand from her chin to her chest, trying to flatten my palm over her left breast. Her heart raced beneath her skin, and I knew what she was saying. In there, she felt me.

“So close,” I whispered. “Too fast.”

“Faster,” she breathed, and the rhythm between us increased. The bed squeaked; the headboard hit the wall.

“Too close,” I barked and she pressed down on me. She stilled, and her core clenched, denotating the release from me, exploding inside her while she groaned in relief.

“Wildly,” she exhaled while her body rocked over mine, but I had nothing left to give her. She bled me dry and stars danced before my eyes.

“Wildly,” I said, pressing my head to her shoulder. “So don’t leave me.”

+ +

We lay wrapped in the sheet, her halfway over me. We kissed, and we talked, and we kissed some more.

“What next?” she asked.

“I thought I’d follow you to Baltimore.”

“I’ve moved to St. Michaels on the shore.”

I smiled slowly. I actually already knew that, but I hadn’t told her how I’d found her or how I’d gotten her to this island.

“The beach it is,” I said, leaning upward to take her lips again. Her fingers tickled through the coarse hairs on my chest, and I released her, sensing she had more to ask.

“Where’s Calliope Industries located?” Her voice hesitated.

“It’s in Baltimore.” I brushed back her hair, giving her a sheepish grin. “We’ll work it out.” I pressed my thumb between her brows sensing her worry and not understanding where it was coming from. We’d had an amazing two days and nearly two nights. I wasn’t going anywhere, and neither was she. I leaned forward, reaching for her lips with mine, drawing her down to me. She lay across my chest, continuing to tickle the short hairs there as her mouth tickled mine.

Suddenly, a loud rapping sound came at her door.

“I’m going to kill that Miller,” I snorted, breaking free of her mouth while her forehead came to rest on my chest.

“I’ll be right back,” she said, rising up from the bed. I sat up, following her and reached for her hips.

“You can’t answer the door like that,” I teased, pulling her toward me again as we tumbled back to the pillows.

Another rap at the door broke our kiss.

Slipping away from me, she picked up my shirt from the floor and draped it over herself. She drowned in the linen material, which fell sheer over her body. I hated that Miller would get a good look at her goods through the thin fabric.

The door opened and in an instant the resort manager stood at the end of the bed.

“I’m so sorry to bother you, Boss, but the weather. There’s a storm coming. It’s not looking good.” I sat up, swiping my hand through my hair, attempting to smooth it. Marco wasn’t the type to intrude, so his presence was a warning. Something large was heading for the island.

“I’ll be right there,” I said, shifting to the left of the bed, keeping myself covered until Marco exited the room. “Wait for me in the hall,” I called after him. Juliet was already handing me my shorts. She reached for the hem of my shirt and slipped it over her head.

“Damn, I like you in my clothing, Mouse, and if you have to take it off, I want to stay, but I need to see what this is all about.” I reached forward, cupped her jaw and tugged her to me. Our mouths crashed together, and I drank her in, gulping at her, feeling the separation before I’d even left the room.

“Get some rest,” I said, lowering my head to hers. “I love you.” The words felt unfamiliar and yet comfortable crossing my lips.

“Wildly,” she replied, tipping up on her toes to kiss me in return. The situation seemed vaguely familiar. The smile in her tone, the gleam in her eyes, the promise of something more lingered until I was out her door, closing it behind me. As I stalked down the hall with Marco, a memory flashed. She looked at me in the same way she had the last time. When it was the last time I saw her.