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“Shit, that’s hot,” he said.
Their tempo changed.
Passion devoured sweetness. Carnality triumphed over longing.
He fucked her, hard, marking her with his masculinity. He demanded her full participation as a partner. Holding nothing back, she gave it.
“Wrap your legs around me.” He dragged a pillow over and slid it under her to support her spine as she lifted her buttocks.
Since he didn’t pull out of her pussy, it took a few moves before she was able to cross her ankles.
Once again, he trapped her arms above her head, holding her wrists down with one of his strong hands. Though he used one hand to brace himself, he was so far inside her, she could no longer think.
Over and over, he filled her.
With his cock, he claimed her
Her heart thundered, and her control splintered. Her internal muscles clamped down on him, and she gyrated her hips, grinding out an orgasm. “More, Rafe. More.”
“Jesus.” He groaned. “The way you say that, like you can’t get enough of me…”
“I can’t,” she confessed.
“Hope.” His eyes closed. “Sweet Hope…”
She wanted to feel him come in her. Hope kept her hips high, letting him take what he needed from her body. “Yes,” she murmured.
He stiffened. With a loud “Fuuuuck,” he spilled inside her.
Lost in him, she stayed where she was.
“So damn perfect, Hope,” he managed once he’d regained control. He released her wrists. “We’ll have to do that again.”
“Not too soon,” she said. “I may need a little recovery time.”
“A hot bath will have to do you. I’m not waiting long.”
She grinned as she lowered her legs. Her muscles had already tightened from being held in that position for so long. In fact, most of her body was a little tender. “I might need that bath soon.”
Rafe rolled onto his side and pulled her against him. “I love you, Hope. Thank you for taking a chance on us.”
She reached up to stroke back a stray lock of his dark hair. “I love you.”
“To our future,” he said before kissing her temple.
“To our future,” she echoed, rolling on top of him.
“I have to admit, I like your version of the future.”
She grinned down at him. “I thought you might, Mr. Sterling.”
EPILOGUE
“Shall we?” Rafe glanced down at Hope, who was stretched out poolside on a lounger. A giant yellow umbrella kept the sun off her, and she appeared quite comfortable with her after-dinner wine on the table next to her.
She peeped at him over the top of her book. He’d made electronics off-limits except for the hour they were each allowed to check in with the office every day. After the mental and physical grind of the past three weeks, they’d needed to disconnect and spend time alone with no distractions. In an unheard-of attempt to avoid work, he’d opted not to stay at a Sterling property and instead had accepted an invite from his college roommate, Griffin Lahey, to borrow his Caribbean island for a week. It had been an excellent choice. Each afternoon, a chef arrived by boat to make them dinner and restock provisions. Other than that, they were alone with the birds, the white sandy beach, the sunshine, kayaks, paddleboards, snorkel gear, and the bondage equipment Rafe had brought with them.
“One more chapter,” she promised.
“Sunset waits for no man. Or book.” The damn engagement ring that the chef had delivered this afternoon was like something live in Rafe’s pocket. He’d designed it the day she’d agreed to move in with him, the Colonel and all.
It had taken the jeweler some time to create a drawing from Rafe’s less than elegant sketch, even longer to procure the right diamond. The man had asked what her ring size was. Since he’d he had no idea, he’d snuck one of her cocktail rings from her drawer, traced the inside, then sent the tiny circle to the man as an approximation. Rafe had wanted it to be ready within twenty-four hours, and the jeweler had scolded his impatience, saying the diamond had been in the earth millions of years. Rafe could wait a while for it to be polished to perfection.
It had taken some finessing from Skyler to get it to the island. She’d picked up the ring from the jeweler and expedited it to the chef. The whole time, Rafe had worried that it would get lost, or worse, not make it at all before they returned to the United States.
