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He couldn’t hold back any longer. He had to have her. Right here, with the sound of the waves pounding against the cliffs, with the salty ocean breeze blowing across their bare skin, and the stars shimmering above. All his concerns, all his guilt, melted away in the heated cauldron of need that burned inside him.
Somewhere along the line she’d unfastened his belt and unzipped his slacks. He shoved his pants down around his thighs, heedless of the fact that they were in a public place. His usual caution, his sanity, had been consumed by the fire of need and longing burning inside him.
He knelt between her thighs, positioned himself, and pushed into her, just a bit.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he’d been worried that he hadn’t prepared her enough, but he needn’t have worried. She was already wet and soft and ready for him. She cried out with unmistakable pleasure as he slipped into her slick body, and he groaned, fighting to control himself, his hands clutching convulsively at the tufts of grass beneath her.
Driven by what he guessed to be instinct rather than experience, she lifted her legs, bracing her heels on the back of his thighs. Fortunately, she’d lost her stilettos somewhere along the way. He felt himself slip deeper inside her, and they both cried out with the pleasure of it.
He wanted to surge deep into her, to thrust hard and fast, over and over again. But he caught frantically at the fraying ends of his self-control, reminding himself that she was inexperienced, probably virginal, and that she wasn’t used to being taken so forcefully. He had to go slowly… he had to…
But then her hands slid down his back, her nails digging into his ass, and he was lost. Before he knew what he was doing, he’d sunk balls-deep inside her, and the bliss of being buried in her hot, tight channel was almost unendurable. He buried his face in her neck and let out another resonant, shuddering groan.
And then, as if his body was an entirely separate entity over which he had no control at all, he was moving in and out of her, slowly, but in a steady and determined rhythm. Her hips rose to meet his as well. At first her movements were erratic, hesitant, but very soon she seemed swept up in the same primal rhythm that had seized him, and their bodies moved together as if the two of them had done this many, many times before.
Brent felt the tension growing in his balls, a tight knot of need and wanting that could only be satisfied by filling her with his seed. At the thought – the idea of coming deep inside her, without any condom in the way – he almost lost it then and there.
It was, he thought, a stupid thing to get so turned on by. It wasn’t like she was going to get pregnant, after all. She was on the pill.
But even so, the thought of her slim abdomen growing round and taut with his baby inside made him shudder harder than ever. Despite himself, he felt his hips moving at a faster rate, felt himself fucking her more fiercely.
She cried out his name, a broken, half-strangled syllable, and then he felt her tight inner muscles spasming around him, hard. She wailed, her fingers digging into his shoulders, and he knew she was coming.
His own hips moved in a violent, erratic rhythm, and all at once heat swept over him like the great waves pounding at the base of the cliffs, a powerful and violent force of nature that couldn’t be resisted, that couldn’t be stopped. His come gushed into her warm, soft depths, spurt after spurt of it, and the intensity of his climax stole his breath away.
When he came back to himself, he was lying on his back next to her, her hand in his and the stars glittering overhead. He blew out a long, unsteady sigh, remembering his earlier thoughts.
A single weekend.
For the first time, he admitted he was lying to himself. There was no way a single weekend with her would be enough.
He wasn’t sure he’d ever have enough of her.
Chapter Eleven
Jessica
Three months later
“She does love penguins, doesn’t she?”
Jessica chuckled as she watched Cara dance happily toward her grandfather’s house, proudly attired in the penguin T-shirt she’d just gotten at SeaWorld. Fortunately for all of them, Donald hadn’t troubled himself to come out to greet the three of them. Instead, Cecile had come out to collect the little girl, muttering something about a conference call. Cara waved at them before disappearing inside the enormous mansion.
“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Brent said to his driver, “before my father decides to grace us with his presence.”
Jessica thought she saw the faintest smirk on the driver’s face, but he only nodded and said, “Very good, sir.”
The partition rolled up, giving them privacy – which was now the standard operating procedure for whenever the two of them were alone in the limo together – and the enormous car began its stately progress down the long curving driveway, bumping gently as it made its way over the cobblestones. Brent blew out a long breath, which sounded relieved to Jessica’s ears, and put his arm around her shoulders with casual familiarity.
