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"Aaron," she gasped. "Oh lord!"

"Call them … " he crooned, his words full of a promise he'd damned well better keep.



Aaron flipped open the phone and held it out to her, then changed his mind, realizing he would have to release her hands.

"Tell me the number," he ground out. The erection pressed tight against his zipper bordered on pain.

"What? You want me to think now?" she protested.

A self-satisfied smile spread over his face. So she couldn't think, eh?  Good. He'd make sure she was flat-out mindless as soon as the phone call  was made. She would think of no one but him. Not Trefor, not Marc.  Nobody. Just him.

Deliberately teasing her, grinding his cock against her fluttering belly, he said again, "The number, Reya. Tell it to me."

She spit out the numbers between gasps. He keyed it in and held the phone against her ear while his mouth played with her skin.

"H-Hello? Hi, this is … oh god!" she screeched, when he'd given her a  full, open-mouthed lick from her collarbone up to her ear. "T-This is  Reya Daines. Sorry, I, I'll need you to … Jesus!" He'd just bitten the  sensitive spot on her shoulder. "I c-can't make it to my dive  appointment. Please have Shelly in Hopkins take the crew out for me.  She's on standby, thankfully."

Aaron disconnected the call, tossed the phone into the grass next to her  duffel and pulled her hard against his body. She felt so good and he'd  missed her so much, he just couldn't hold himself back or away from her  any longer.

"Baby, I've missed you the past couple of days. Take your shirt off. If I do it, I'll rip it to shreds."

"Then rip it," she whispered. Her gray eyes, so much like his, gleamed with passion.

He grabbed the top of her shirt and buttons flew in all directions as  her shirt fell open and hung loosely on her body. He fell on her like a  parched man who'd just discovered a fresh, cool drink of water and  kissed her everywhere his lips could reach. Her lush, swollen breasts  boasted nipples like chocolate candies, her skin like silken cocoa. And  it was all his.

So attuned to her arousal, he felt every shudder, every quiver as he all  but devoured her until she was a moaning, whimpering mass of want. He  kneaded her breasts in his large hands and his mouth moved from one to  the other, tasting, sucking, until her knees knocked together.

"Aaron," she gasped. "Oh god, baby, I need more. Please … "

Down on his knees now, he unbuttoned her camo pants and slid them down  to her ankles. Her strong fingers tangled in his hair as her body  undulated like waves breaking over a sandy beach, rushing and eager for  fulfillment. He'd always been into the Barbie-doll type, but the flare  of Reya's ample hips intrigued him. They reached east and west below a  trim waist and made him want to slide into her until she was full of his  seed.

"I love your body, Reya, your wide hips, your tight, firm ass. And your  stomach, all lean and toned. A man would kill for your washboard abs.  But … " he paused, kissing a path down the cropped mound of her woman's  place, "most of all, I love your pussy. It's like a Dove ice cream bar.  Dark chocolate on the outside, creamy and sweet on the inside."

His mouth slid between her dewy lips, latched onto her clit and sucked for all he was worth. She screamed.

When her knees buckled he caught her, lifted her high and ground his  jean-covered erection against her wet mound, and slammed his mouth down  over hers so she could taste herself on his tongue. It was the most  erotic dance he'd ever experienced. But his woman was insatiable. She  wanted more and wasn't afraid to ask for it.

"Aaron, oh baby. Please. Now." Her words pulled at his gut. She was  ravenous, starving. Her fingers reached down to massage the bulge in his  pants and then a harsh groan emanated from deep in his chest as she  unerringly yanked open his belt and unbuttoned his jeans in short order.

"I want you. Deep. Right now," she breathed, each word sending a jolt of sensation directly to his balls.

"You want it? Then take it." His head swam with her scent, her taste so  heady and overwhelming, Aaron had no idea how he'd even formed the  words.         

     



 

The warm, humid air of the jungle wrapped around his steel erection  scant seconds before the tip was surrounded by the warm, wet caress of  Reya's pussy. The rest of his cock was jealous of the head and demanded  he sink deep so her wet channel could envelop it, surround it  completely.

His hips had a life of their own as they thrusted, his cock stroking the  inside of her vagina until they were both grunting, straining for a  completion they could only find in each other.

Aaron felt his balls pull close to his body and pressed his sweaty  forehead against Reya's as she rode him like a professional bronco,  taking everything he had. The tight walls of her cunt milked him until  he could hold back no longer. Her toes pointed as her thighs tightened  around his back as she came long and hard. A plume of thick cum shot up  through his rod like the cork of a shaken champagne bottle, eager to  splash against her womb and fill her with his cream.

Sapped of strength, his knees were history. He fell back into the grass,  taking her with him where she lay on top of him, cushioned against his  body. Chest to chest, her strong legs straddled around his hips. Still  buried deep inside her soaked pussy, his fingers played in her hair as  hers plucked at the hard nipples of his pecs, causing them to  instinctively flex and bunch. The woman giggled as she wreaked havoc on  his nervous system. Chest muscles danced, stomach muscles rippled as she  tortured him with soft touches and gentle scrapes of her fingernails  over his sensitized skin.

"Witch." He let out a chuckle as she tickled his top rib.

"That's Miz Witch to you," she purred.

"You seem to have caught your breath," he queried playfully.

"Mmm hmm."

Her pussy fluttered and his cock stirred wickedly in response,  stretching and filling her as it flared back to life. Pushing up on her  elbows, Reya looked down at him with amazement.

"Already?" she asked, one of her perfect brows raised a good inch.

"Baby, I've got lost time to make up for." The plan? Fuck her until she couldn't walk or see straight.





Chapter Seven

Son of a bitch! How dare he make love to her then decide to leave! Oh  sure, claim it was to finish his original business in Belize City. Claim  he was going to take care of a client so he could return to her with no  distractions and concentrate on her. Yeah, whatever.

To further kick her in the face, the man had moved all his things into  her office. Granted, he only had the black duffel she'd salvaged, but  that wasn't the point. He wouldn't sleep in her bed with her, claiming  it was bad enough he'd made love to her without a commitment, and tried  to stress the significance of the fact that it had never been important  to him until he'd met her. Sure, she believed that one, all right.

Reya had been so angry, she'd yelled that she couldn't wait for him to  leave for Belize City so she could have her life back. Rage flared in  his steely gray eyes and he'd practically ripped every last shred of  clothing from her shivering body. In spite of his anger, his touch had  been so gentle and his words so sexy, by the time the last bit of fabric  hit the floor she'd practically sobbed with anticipation.

The loving had been hot, desperate. Both of them took with mutual hunger  and gave with unrestrained passion. Caught up in the rapture, she'd  screamed words at him that would have normally made her blush, had told  him with unrestrained fervor what she wanted him to do to her. In turn,  he'd promised and delivered everything she'd begged for.

He'd left her sometime in the night for the futon in the office, leaving  her to wake alone. Still, she hadn't wanted to risk facing him and  slipped out of her apartment and down to the dining area much earlier  than usual.

But she still hadn't managed to avoid him. The second he stepped foot  into the dining hall, her body recognized his presence, tingling from  her scalp down to the base of her spine. They worked practically side by  side in the B&B but hadn't exchanged a single word. The stiff set  of his shoulders told Reya she'd hurt him with her accusation that he'd  simply wanted a piece of her ass and had no intention of coming back.  She hadn't exactly said that, but it was close enough.

Later that morning, she'd made her way down to the boat, tired of the  stress and strain of having such an imposing man so near. Aaron's anger  and pain were practically palpable, setting her nerves on edge. It  didn't help to see his finely honed body, all golden skin and stacks of  cut muscle wrapped around long limbs, flex and stretch as he worked with  the kitchen staff. Pissed off as she was, the man still made her knees  wobble.

On her way to and from her diving spot, there'd been plenty of time to  think. The conclusion-her mouth and temper had gotten the best of her,  and as much as she hated to admit it, the stinging words had tumbled out  before she could stop them. She hadn't meant to be so harsh and only  intended to learn his reasons for leaving for Belize City now. But it  had come out as an accusation, and a mean-spirited one at that.