Page 58 of The Night Island


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With a groan he pulled her hard against his chest. His mouth came down on hers, fierce, exciting, demanding, and infused with a primal hunger. An unfamiliar exhilaration dazzled her senses.

The world outside the cabin went away. She had never before experienced raw, elemental passion, but she quickly concluded it was one of those things you recognized when you were swept into it.

They fell onto the bed, tangled up in each other. She was vaguelyaware of the squeaks of the aging springs, but she ignored them, because Luke was sprawled on top of her, his mouth shifting from her lips to her throat.

“You smell so good,” he whispered.

“So do you.” She threaded her fingers through his damp hair. “Wild. Like the storm.”

He got her pullover off and then his mouth was on her breasts. She managed to strip him to the waist and flatten her hands on his chest. He stroked her slowly all the way down to the damp heat between her thighs. When he found her core with his fingers she shivered and strained against him, needing more.

He leaned over her, his eyes burning. “I knew it would be like this.”

She clenched her fingers into the sleek muscles of his shoulder. “Did you?”

“Right from the start. Hang on. I’ve got some condoms somewhere at the bottom of my duffel.”

He rolled to the side of the bed. She braced herself on her elbow and watched as he leaned over to unzip the duffel. When he turned back to her a moment later he rested one leg across the inside of her thigh, gently pinning her.

“We are going to be perfect together,” he said.

“Maybe not perfect, but that’s okay,” she said. “Not a problem. Really.”

His eyes gleamed with wicked laughter. “Why are you expecting less than great results?”

“I didn’t pack my vibrator,” she said.

“That’s okay, I’ve got good hands.”

He kissed her again before she could say anything else.

She twined one leg around his and reached down to grasp therigid length of his fierce erection. Knowing that he wanted her so intensely gave her a euphoric sense of her own power.

The tension inside her escalated swiftly. She was already wet and aroused and shivering with anticipation.

He was right, she thought. He did have good hands. He used them to trigger her first climax. It took her by surprise. She was still glorying in the thrill when he eased himself deep inside her. Instinctively she tightened around him.

“Yes,” he said, his mouth very close to her ear. “Like that. Perfect.”

His voice pulled her back into the vortex.

The winds howled around the cabin and the vines slapped the windows. Lightning cracked and thunder rolled. She knew the elemental forces of nature were laying down the soundtrack for her memories of this time with Luke.

When her second climax struck it took her breath. She could not even cry out. But there was no time to contemplate that astonishing fact, because Luke was surging into her one last time, his whole body granite-hard.

“Talia.”

She wrapped herself around him and he held her as if he would never let go. She told herself it was enough, but Luke was right—she was a lousy liar.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

The violent forcesof the storm dissipated sometime later, leaving behind a steady rain. Talia sat up on the side of the bed, the quilt wrapped around her, and watched Luke emerge from the bathroom. He was in his trousers and a fresh T-shirt. His hair was still damp from the shower. There was a satisfied energy about him, and he startled her with a quick, sexy grin.

“No vibrator?” he said. “No problem.”

She dissolved into laughter, got to her feet, grabbed some clothes, and headed for the bathroom.

“You sound way too smug,” she said.

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