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So he checked his messages, found the one from Jo he’d been expecting and opened it: Fletcher and Co on three day cruise. Offer made. Awaiting response on return.
He snorted, letting go some of the angst he’d felt building from the first time his phone had beeped. So Fletcher was making the most of Hawaii’s attractions while he was there, and no doubt Monica too. He knew he should feel angrier. He knew his gut should be rebelling at the prospect of his sister with that man.
Only it didn’t, and it wasn’t, and it was all because of one thing: he had Fletcher’s sister.
No news was definitely good news. Three days would be more than enough. Fletcher would have to accept defeat this time and more than likely Daniel would have had his fill of Sophie. They all paled after a while, no matter how tempting they’d been in the beginning. Sophie was good, he granted her that, but three days surely had to be enough for this crazy fire to burn out?
More than enough.
There was a tap at the door and it slowly opened. ‘Daniel?’ the subject of his thoughts said tentatively. ‘Dinner’s ready if you are.’
He was at her side in a heartbeat, determined to make the most of the next three days. He curled his hand around her neck and hauled her into his kiss. ‘Oh,’ he said after she’d been thoroughly and deeply kissed so that her taste and scent filled his senses, stoking the flames of that fire once more. ‘Believe me, I’m ready.’
They made love in the plunge-pool afterwards, a slow, delicious tangling of bodies, tongues and limbs, an exquisite pleasure-filled torture where delay heightened desire and where postponing the inevitable increased the need. Until finally, their eyes driven dark with desperation, they came together in a writhing, heaving conflagration that churned the water until it was white with foam.
Later, when both the water and their heartbeats had calmed and she lay like a sleepy cat against his body, he wondered about those three days being enough. He’d just had the best sex of his life; the way this woman felt under his hand, the way his body reacted to that touch, there was plenty more to come.
She stirred in his arms and stretched deliciously against him, her eyes fluttering to wakefulness—but it was the smile she gave him, a heady mix of innocence and temptation that made him feel that the bottom had just dropped out of the pool. ‘Thank you,’ she said, her hand lazily stroking his chest.
He picked it up, took it to his mouth and kissed it before softly dropping it down again. ‘For what?’
‘Lots of things. For sex in the pool. And sex on the deck. And sex in the shower. I don’t think I’ll forget that for a while.’
He found himself grinning along with her. Was it only last night they’d first come together? They’d made love so many times already, it felt like it must be longer.
‘My pleasure,’ he growled, meaning it, liking the way her fingers had found his nipple, how her nails raked tiny circles around its peak.
‘I never knew it could be so good—the sex, I mean. Not that I’ve had that much experience, of course. Not like you, I imagine. You’ve probably had loads and loads of women.’
That many? He couldn’t recall. ‘Does it matter? You’re the best so far.’ She blushed, the way she did, but this time she seemed to blush all over.
‘Yeah, sure.’
He didn’t know why he’d admitted it, but it was out there now, and he wasn’t about to argue the point. ‘So, how many lovers have you had?’
She screwed up her nose. ‘It’s a bit embarrassing really. Only the one. Two, really, if you count the first time, but really just one.’
‘So who was he?’
‘A guy I met. I did a volunteer programme for a year doing English as a second language in a small village in Thailand.’
‘That’s where you learned to cook so well?’
‘You really liked it?’ Her head lifted from his shoulder, her eyes bright with pleasure.
‘I loved it,’ he said, kissing her on the tip of her nose. ‘Thank you.’
She snuggled her head back down, the water lapping at their joined skin. ‘I’m glad. Anyway, Craig was another volunteer from New Zealand. We were the only foreigners, and it was pretty isolated. I was homesick, and Mum had just got sick—not too bad, at that stage, but I was worried about her because I had six months left on my contract, and…’
‘And Craig was there.’
Her fingers made whirls in his chest hair. ‘And Craig was there. He was a nice enough guy, but we knew it was temporary. Kind of like sticking on a plaster: it helped cover the wound when I was a bit sad and lonely.’
