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I pounced on the bed. Emily squealed.
I pinned her hands over her head. “Ever been fucked under the moonlight?”
She shook her head. “I hope I’m about to.”
I dragged my lips over hers. Our tongues twisted. I wanted to tie her up now and make love to her. The kind of love that was rough and primal. Searing my body into hers. I wanted her so fucking badly.
“Bed or balcony?” I asked, wagging my eyebrows.
“But people could see us.” I saw the alarm in her eyes.
“I don’t think so.” I kissed her throat. “Your choice.” There was a wide hedge of tropical plants and flowers. Someone would have to go out of their way to see what was happening on the porch.
“Balcony.” She breathed.
I grinned. She was perfect. I lifted her into my arms. I hated that she was smaller than when I left. I knew it was my fault. The hollow lines on her stomach. The bones on her hips. But I’d love her back whole. I would take care of her. And I’d never leave.
My mouth covered hers. I couldn’t get enough. I never would.
I wasn’t built to love. I wasn’t that kind of man. I didn’t get attached. I didn’t make memories and relish moments. I was never that man.
Until I met Emily Charles.
I spun her in my arms, so that her hands were planted on the railing.
Her back rubbed against my chest, while I stroked her breasts. Her nipples hardened at my touch.
“Ohh,” she moaned.
I couldn’t take it. She drove me wild.
My hands slid over her back, pushing her forward, hiking her hips toward me. I pushed my cock between her legs. As she jutted her ass higher I slid into her heat, wanting to bury myself inside her. Needing her warmth. Craving her pussy. She clenched and tugged around me.
I pumped hard. Drove into her. She called my name with ragged breaths.
“Vaughn, tell me,” she begged.
And that’s who I was. I was Vaughn Hunter to her. That was the man she loved. The one she needed. I would be him.
“I love you,” I moaned. “I love you, Em.”
“Oh, God.” She rocked into me so I plunged deep to her core. “I love you too.”
We scaled a sexual peak in record time. My spine gripped with tension just as I released inside her. She screamed my name as her own orgasm hit.
“Fuck, Em. Fucking insane,” I groaned.
I held her while her body jolted with pleasure. Bursts of electric sensation.
Her forehead rested on the railing, but I scooped her in my arms and carried her back to bed.
I kissed her as she nuzzled against my chest.
“There’s your moonlight sex,” I joked. I felt drunk off her. Drunk enough to fuck her again. All night. Every night.
“We have to leave tomorrow?” she asked. “I like the islands.”
“We can come back.”
