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She shuddered. The emphasis onmywas deliberately provocative...and possessive.
But still she refused to be cowed, to be intimidated by his need. Or her own. She wanted this, she wanted him. He was the only man she had ever made love to, the only man ever to see her naked. Why should she be embarrassed or ashamed of the silvery marks on her belly left by her pregnancy? Maybe her breasts weren’t as pert as they had once been, maybe her hips weren’t as narrow, but she was proud of what her body had become to nurture their baby.
Unfortunately, she had never stripped for a man before, and certainly not in the open air, so she completed the striptease with more tenacity than skill. Clumsy fingers released the back hook on the bikini top to let it fall, then she eased off the panties and flung the swatch of fabric onto the bank.
He didn’t say anything, didn’t speak, as his gaze roamed over her skin. She folded her arms around her waist, lifted her head and stared into his eyes—bold and defiant.
‘Now it’s your turn,’ she managed round the lump of need and terrifying emotion growing in her throat as the wildfire sizzled over her exposed skin. ‘I want to see all of my husband too.’
She’s magnificent.
Brandon let out a gruff chuckle through dry lips, tantalised by the glorious sight of his wife’s naked body—and painfully aroused by her bold request. Need throbbed in his groin, the desire to touch, to taste, all but unbearable ever since he had spotted her standing under the waterfall, her curves glistening and wet, her body barely covered by the strategically placed straps of red fabric.
Ordering her to take off the bikini had been a double-edged sword, because instead of resisting she had met his demands with defiance.
Added to that, the sight of her erect nipples, ruched and reddened by the cold water, the tremble of her breasts as she stripped with unpretentious allure and the trimmed curls covering her sex—where he planned to feast very soon—left him struggling not to explode.
‘Touché,’he murmured, stripping off his shirt and chucking it on the sand. He unbuttoned the loose cotton trousers, kicking them off to reveal the swimming trunks which could barely contain his painful erection.
Her gaze drifted down and the explosive need pooled in his groin. Reaching out, he tugged her closer.
He couldn’t wait any longer.
She gasped as he devoured her neck and licked off the fresh water. Her curves were strong and supple under his hands and he felt her instant response, the moist heat between her thighs, as he explored the swollen folds, torturous and tormenting.
He lifted her easily into his arms and carried her out of the pool, the urgency to bury his length in her tight warmth—to finally claim his wife—something he could no longer control. But, as he placed her on her feet on the bank, she covered the hard ridge in his trunks with her palm, testing the shape and length of him beneath the swimwear.
‘You’re not naked,’ she said, her accusation contradicted somewhat by the vibrant flush on her cheeks—and the devastating desire in her eyes.
‘Because I’m about to lose it.’ He grasped her wrist, amused by the flare of triumph in her eyes as he brought her marauding fingers to his lips before she won this battle outright.
‘Are you on the pill?’ he managed.
She nodded.
Thank God.
But, as his lips found the taut nipple and she moaned, her body bowing back, his relief evaporated. He wanted to make another baby with her. Because the thought of seeing for himself the changes to her body as his child grew inside her was even more erotic than watching her strip in front of him, seeing the subtle signs of her previous pregnancy and the uninhibited desire in her eyes.
He recoiled at the vicious wave of arousal that followed.
You need to get inside her before you lose what’s left of your sanity.
He turned her to face one of the palm trees that edged the lagoon. Clasping her hips, stroking the silvery scars where his child had marked her, he positioned her and released the massive erection from his trunks.
‘Brace yourself,’ he murmured against her neck.
She obeyed instinctively, pressing her hands against the trunk as he dragged his fingers through the drenched folds of her sex.
She bucked and sobbed as he circled her swollen clitoris, testing her readiness.
‘I need you inside me,’ she said. The staggered pants of her breathing, the unequivocal demand, was a siren call to his already fractured senses.
He cupped her breasts to anchor her in place, found the tight entrance to her sex and thrust into her from behind.
She took him to the hilt, her body clamping down hard as she cried out and soared straight to peak.
He held still, the clasp and release of her orgasm, the depth of his penetration in this position, almost more than he could bear.
