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“Find another couple,” Ryland growled. “She’s mine.”
“Oh, thank God,” Harper breathed against his neck, her arms wrapped tightly around him, as he stomped out.
Hell, she was hanging on for dear life and Ryland fumed over the fact that he’d left her for so long by herself to fend off the wolves. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” His hold tightened on her as he stormed straight off the back patio and onto the sand. “We had some technical complications.”
“But you got it?”
“We got it,” he assured her.
“Oh, good.” He felt the anxiety and tension leave her body as she cuddled even closer to him.
Ryland carried her away from the hotel and the havoc it created in his mind. He needed to be alone with her, to make sure she was okay. Once he reached the overhanging branches of a palm tree, he carefully set her down.
“You’re okay?” he asked, trying to read her eyes in the glow of the moonlight.
She nodded. “Yes and you got there just in time.”
“Thank Christ,” he grunted and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “If he touched you, if he so much as laid one hand on you—”
“He didn’t,” she assured him before pushing up onto her toes and pressing her lips against his.
His body sagged in relief. They’d gotten what they came for and Harper was safe in his arms. Now, they could celebrate. Finally.
Wrapping his arms around her, Ryland took control of the kiss, forcing her head back, sliding his tongue into her mouth and kissing her passionately. Her coconut-vanilla scent enveloped him, driving him crazy, and he slid his hands under her ass and lifted her up. Harper’s legs wrapped around his narrow hips and he pressed her back up against the palm tree, grinding against her, letting her know how much he wanted her.
Being deep inside Harper again was his number one priority and he didn’t think he could make it back to the room. He groaned into her mouth when she undulated her hips against his hard, straining dick.
“I need you, sweetheart. So damn badly.” Desperation laced his raspy voice and if she kept rubbing against him like that, he was going to burst. He needed to cool off or he was going to embarrass himself.
Turning, Ryland held her tightly to him as he marched down to the water’s edge. Without a word, he strode straight into the sea and Harper squealed, wrapping herself tightly around him.
“What’re you doing?” she cried and threw her head back with a laugh.
“Putting out some of this fire before it consumes me.” The cool ocean did little to ease his desire, though, and he waded deeper. Once the water hit his waist, he slid his hand under her dress and ripped her panties off. Harper gasped, but then his hands were on her and the gasp turned into soft, mewling whimpers as his fingers plunged between her legs and began to tease mercilessly.
“Ryland…” she murmured, fingers digging into his arms.
“Lean back,” he ordered and nipped her neck. Harper’s aqua gaze, filled with trust, met his and she slowly let herself fall backwards, floating on the waves, legs wrapped around his waist. Exposing herself to him completely.
Ryland’s fingers worked her taut, little clit until she was thrusting her hips, rising up and down with each wave, and he sank his finger into her core, followed by another one. She shamelessly rode his hand, her chest heaving with each cry. He could see her pebbled nipples pressing against the sheer fabric of the dress, highlighted by moonlight, and his aching dick lengthened, threatening to tear through his pants.
While he continued to stroke between her legs, his other hand curved over her breast and played with her nipple, lightly pinching it between his fingers.
“Oh, my God, Ryland.” She began to twist and writhe, trying to hold back, but it was impossible. He’d taken her right to the edge and now she was slipping over the side, plummeting toward her release. Ecstasy hit her hard, flowing over her face, and her entire body tensed then released. The orgasm left her shaking and he pulled her up, holding her close.
Kissing the side of her face, he tasted the salty wetness and pressed his lips to the curve of her ear. “I’m dying to be inside you,” he rasped, “but I don’t have anything.”
She straightened up in his arms and reached between their bodies, unbuttoning his pants. “I’m protected,” she murmured, releasing his aching cock. She lifted herself up, circled her core over his engorged tip, and Ryland groaned long and hard.
Nothing had ever felt so fucking good.
“Are you sure?” he rasped, knees threatening to buckle. If not, he was about to finish himself off right there. He couldn’t stand another moment of the pulsing need and the pressure building was too much.
In answer, Harper sank down on his steel length, pulling him deep, and he thrust up hard. There were no words to describe what it felt like. Sinking bare into her hot, wet core and being buried to the hilt as her inner muscles squeezed him. It was heaven.
And if this was what heaven truly felt like, Ryland could die a very happy man.
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