Bolts of molten lightening shot through her belly as her body followed his command. Her hips jerked frantically, and her head rolled from side to side between her straining arms.
“That’s right, Syn. You’re mine.” He slammed into her with more urgency.
She screamed as her world exploded, her body arching off the mattress, supported by only her shoulders and heels along with Ice’s firm grip. The shattering spasms ripped through her pussy, which sucked at his cock. She felt every ridge of his pulsing heat bathing her womb as he joined her, filling her with his pleasure.
As she floated back down to earth on gentle waves, reality crashed over her. He hadn’t worn a condom. Ice always took care of that, was adamant about it. Terror spiked her blood pressure through the roof. Her heart raced, her head spun in dizzy circles as numbness made her weak and cold sweat shivered over her skin. She couldn’t breathe, and her chest ached with the complete loss of control.
She wasn’t worried about disease. All the guys went through frequent, rigorous medical testing. And she wasn’t concerned about pregnancy since her birth control shots were up to date. What scared her was how this would affect the future she longed for.
Reaching up, he untied her wrists, her arms flopping uselessly to the mattress. Ice took her face in his big hands. His intense eyes captured her panicked gaze, seeming to read her chaotic thoughts.
“That’s right, Syn. No going back. You’re mine.”
His arrogant smile ratcheted up the fear in her heart as she wondered what the hell being his meant.
Chapter Four
Sleek red fiberglass cut through vibrant blue water smoother than a hot knife through butter. Four powerful motors propelled the cigarette boat at exhilarating speeds, forcing the bow high and dropping the stern down low. From her spot lying on a cushioned stern pad—what the guys referred to as a bimbo pad—Syn savored the spectacular view.
Shaggy jet black hair molded to Ice’s head and streamed out behind him. Wearing only a pair of low-slung trunks put more than six feet of sun-kissed skin and corded muscle on display as he piloted the craft. He was blessed with a classic V-shaped masculine torso, those broad shoulders tapering down to trim hips.
She never got tired of looking at him, especially when he was relaxed and in his element. A megawatt smile had settled over his sensual lips the moment he spotted this sweet beauty of a boat from the bedroom window and hadn’t disappeared since.
How the hell was she going to say goodbye and live with never seeing him again?
No, she wasn’t going to think about that now. Their day of playing in the water had been wonderful. She wanted to enjoy it, kick back, and live in the moment, cherish this special time while it lasted. There would be plenty of time to dwell on things later. An entire lifetime.
Ice throttled back as they neared a no wake zone. He eased the boat under a bridge and up to a dock, powered down, and jumped out to tie down. She glanced at the patio of the waterfront restaurant, smiling when her stomach grumbled. Ice had to be psychic because he always knew what she needed before Syn did.
She pulled on a comfortable maxi dress over her bikini and slid her feet into sandals. Ice met her at the starboard side of the boat, clasped his hands around her waist and lifted her to the dock. He slid her down the length of his body, her hands trailing along his sculpted chest. Too bad he’d put a shirt on or she would have gotten more enjoyment out of copping a feel on the way down.
As they were seated, her cell chirped. She glanced at the caller ID and sighed. Reality calling. “It’s Karen. I’ve got to take this.”
Ice nodded.
Swiping her finger over the screen, she lifted the phone to her ear and didn’t even get to say hello. Karen was in full gripe mode. “Do me a favor and punch that big jerk in the mouth. You have no idea what I’ve been dealing with.” Her assistant prattled on about scheduling conflicts for the cover models, trying to talk to anyone official on a weekend, and issues with the city permit. Feeling a headache coming on, Syn pinched the bridge of her nose. If she didn’t shut her down, Karen would carry on for hours.
“So when will all the models be available?”
“We have to shoot on Monday and Tuesday.”
Crap, her week with Ice just went up in smoke. She’d have to drive home in the morning.
“Fine, file the permits. I’ll meet you in the studio late tomorrow afternoon to prepare the equipment.” She watched Ice’s face as she spoke. His expression stayed the same, revealing no emotion while her stomach churned with anxiety. “I’ll text you when I get back.”
Ending the call, she dropped the phone into her pocket. Appetite gone, she picked at a salad while he devoured a massive hunk of rare steak, a loaded baked potato, grilled vegetables, salad and an entire basket of rolls. And yet, when the dessert cart rolled over, he had the look of a man who hadn’t eaten in days instead of mere minutes.