Flight of Dragons(333)

“Me neither.” She ran her fingers through his hair, still tugging hard enough to send a pleasurable pain to his cock and keep him in sensual thrall. “Are we going back to our room?”

They stared at each other for a long drawn-out moment. Jack considered everything he should do and immediately did the opposite. “Let’s stay here.”

Emma’s mouth dropped. “Make love here?” She scanned the beach, glanced back at him and licked her lips. “What if someone sees us?”

“They’re going to watch us if we return to our room.” Just once, he wanted to love her without a paying audience. He pushed aside guilt as he scanned the high tideline. The situation was more complicated than a simple fuck. Uneasy, he shrugged and concentrated on Emma instead of emotions he didn’t want to deal with. Besides, he’d hear the vibrations of footsteps coming in their direction long before anyone discovered them in a compromising position.

“That’s true.” She nodded, a slow grin spreading across her luscious lips. “I like the idea of cheating them out of takings and movie rights.”

Hell, what had he done to deserve this woman as a partner? Once again, Jack shied from his thoughts. He’d fuck her since that was what they both wanted.

Jack pushed her gently back onto the sand. “Last chance,” he whispered. “We don’t have a blanket. We’ll probably end up with sand in places that are uncomfortable.”

“You trying to change my mind?” Emma’s gurgle made him want to grin.

“Never,” he breathed, placing a kiss in her fragrant cleavage. “Have I told you how much I like your tits?”

“Yeah?” Her face lit with laughter. “Why don’t you show me?”

Jack scanned the beach again. The brilliant colors of the sunset had faded, leaving the horizon a dark, inky bluish-black. Overhead the pale moon shone, a day short of full.

His cock twitched insistently.

God, he needed her—it was that simple. He unzipped her shorts and tugged them down her legs. Purple panties today. Jack removed them, too, leaving her bare to his gaze. He parted her folds, sliding his fingers along her cleft, then Jack cupped her bottom with his hands and lifted her to his mouth.



Emma forgot they were out in public and concentrated on the feel of him. Her eyes closed, leaving her adrift in a world of senses. His fingers on her bare flesh, his tongue dragging across her sensitive clitoris. Heaven. The sensations built, lifting her higher until she shuddered, slow waves of ecstasy washing over her. With a final swirl of his tongue, she convulsed in a violent climax.

A soft kiss on her belly jerked her to full awareness. A grin spread across her face. “That was wonderful.” An understatement.

“Yeah?” Jack checked the beach before ripping off his clothes. In the moonlight, he glowed, looking mysterious and magical. And so sexy, she couldn’t believe he was with her. Even if it was just for this week. Emma chewed on the unpalatable thought. If she was persistent, she could win him over. I’m going to make that man mine, she thought as she watched him roll on a condom. Yeah, she’d win him over or die in the attempt.

Jack leaned over her, burrowing his hands under her shirt. “Are you brave enough to remove this?”

Emma thought for all of a second. “Take it off.” Cool air brushed across her breasts, tightening her nipples to hard points. The contrast of warm and cold made her needy. Achy. Ready for Jack’s possession.

He parted her legs and filled her with one seamless thrust. Pleasure grabbed her, and a cry escaped. Jack scored the tender skin along her throat teasing another soft cry free. He filled her, hitting the sweet spot, at exactly the right angle, sending her soaring. Too quick. Way too quick, she thought with a trace of regret as heat punched through her.

Jack thrust into her, almost impatient with his rapid strokes. A moan escaped him and deep shudders shook his large frame. His heart thundered, and she rejoiced in the fact she made him feel—something at least. She placed a tentative hand on his shoulder, only relaxing when he rolled off her and tugged her into an embrace.

Tears burned suddenly as she pressed her face against his chest. She loved him, but how the devil was she going to make him admit he returned the sentiment? Sighing, she cuddled closer just enjoying the moment.

They dressed slowly, laughing and snatching nibbles from bare skin before clothing settled back into place. Relaxed and limber, Emma was ready to take on anything. Jack reached out to ruffle her hair, the peacefulness on his face snaring another piece of her heart. She’d thought she’d known Jack, but each hour spent with him peeled away another layer of mystery. He was gentle and moody. Bossy and loyal. And she loved him even more than she had at the start of the week.