Love Islands…The Collection. Jane Porter

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      ‘I can’t wait to taste you again. I’ve been dreaming of it too long.’

      He didn’t hold back. He pressed hot kisses up her thighs. But he didn’t pull back her panties. He teased her through them. She shook all over. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she gasped, rocking against him.

      ‘Oh, no!’ So quick. So intense.

      ‘It’s just an orgasm, Stella, get used to it,’ he teased. ‘You’re going to have lots and lots.’

      She was going to have one now. His mouth was finally there. Even through the barrier of her cotton briefs she could feel the heat of him, the wicked swirls of his tongue, the maddening rub of his thumb.

      ‘Ohhhhh...’ she moaned as it hit. So good. She pressed hard on his shoulders to stay upright, but her legs were wobbly.

      ‘And there was me thinking you preferred to stand.’ He gripped her hips. ‘Always.’

      ‘I can’t stand. Don’t tease me.’

      ‘But teasing you tastes good.’ He kissed her explicitly again.

      She wanted this. But it wasn’t enough.

      As if he’d heard her he rose to his feet and turned her, carefully unfastening the small buttons and then parting her dress. She wore scrupulously plain white cotton panties and a sports bra designed for containment—to minimise bounce, not push for great up-thrust. Nothing decorative. So unsexy.

      ‘I like cotton,’ she said stupidly. Why hadn’t she worn the lacy, frilly things Giulia had silently left on the bed for her?

      ‘I like you.’ He tugged her panties down in a couple of swift jerks. ‘Bare.’

      He undressed her until she wore nothing but the sapphire he’d chosen for her. He was at her feet, wearing that incredible suit. And he’d stripped her not just of her wedding dress but all her inhibitions.

      He kissed every inch of her body. The balmy heat, the breeze wafting through the tunnel, the sound of the sea in her ears was like an erotic dream. But it was Eduardo alone who intoxicated her.

      She wanted to see him. She wanted to touch him. Taste. Take. She wanted to feel all of him about her. His strength summoned hers. She instinctively understood that in this they were a match.

      ‘You need to be naked too,’ she ordered, feeling her power returning, and the freedom to have him the way she wanted.

      He stood and all but ripped off his clothing, until he finally shed the silky black boxers that clung to his muscular thighs, and she openly, avidly gazed at his beautiful body.

      ‘See how you affect me?’ he muttered as he climbed onto the thick mattress and pushed her back onto the cool sheets. ‘You want to take it, Stella?’

      She couldn’t wait.

      He kissed her again, laughing even as he ravished her with kisses that made her writhe beneath him. His hands traced teasing paths over her bared skin, setting her cells alight, finally finding the secret curves. She arched into his hand.

      ‘Something you want more of?’ he teased.

      But he gave her only teasing strokes, then finally just the one finger, slipping inside—carefully testing. Too carefully.

      She didn’t want it as gently as this. She wanted all that raw passion back—like they’d had on the beach. She moved, restless and aching at the slow pace of his fingers.

      A smile curved his mouth. ‘It doesn’t hurt?’

      She shook her head, but it was a partial lie. It hurt that he wasn’t ferociously claiming her.

      ‘I’m not a virgin any more,’ she reminded him.

      ‘I worried later that I’d hurt you,’ he said.

      ‘No. It was so good and I felt so wild that I freaked myself out... It wasn’t you.’

      But it was him. He’d been the one to stir up those passions—just as he was stirring them now.

      ‘I like you hot and wet and arching up to me, your body begging for mine,’ he muttered, kissing her again. ‘But this isn’t enough for you, is it?’ he asked, his voice roughening.

      Could he read her mind? She licked her lips.

      ‘Stella?’ He moved his hand, pushing a little deeper, rubbing a little harder.

      ‘No,’ she answered, almost angry that he was pushing her to admit it. ‘I want more.’

      She wanted it as wild and as free as it had been that day on the beach.

      ‘I think you are greedier than you like to admit. Stronger. Ready for rougher. Ready for the rest of me.’ He laughed as she moaned. ‘And you like it when I talk filth to you.’

      She arched as he moved to brace over her, nudging her legs wider and settling between them. Unable to speak. So hot. And, yes, so ready.

      ‘You want me hard?’ he asked. ‘Fast?’ He pressed against her. ‘You want me to slam into you, over and over?’ He paused, barely inside her, barely giving her enough. But he was so close and she was shaking with need for him.

      ‘Yes,’ she begged, curling her fingernails tightly into his hard muscles and trying to pull him deeper. ‘Yes. Please. Yes.’

      ‘What else do you want?’ he demanded, his breath harsh at her rough caress.

      ‘More.’ She didn’t want him to stop. Not ever.

      ‘More?’ He slid his hand between their bodies, stroking right where she needed it.

      ‘Every. Thing.’ She gasped and arched, pulling on his tight muscles. ‘More.’ She couldn’t get enough. ‘You know.’

      His body tautened and he rolled against her. ‘You want everything I have?’

      ‘Yes.’ She wanted every part of him.

      Every. Single. Part.

      ‘Please,’ she begged when he withdrew almost to the tip, unbearably slowly, while his finger kept up that maddening, delightful stroking. ‘Please.’

      ‘Say my name,’ he ordered, rubbing deliciously faster. Then stopping.

      She glanced up at him. ‘Arrogant. Pirate.’ But she would say anything as long as he kept touching her like that. Do anything as long as he made her feel this good.

      ‘With you, my pretty captive princess.’ His laugh was ragged. ‘So determined to fight when really all she wants is for me to—’

      And at that moment he did exactly as she wanted—pumping into her, pounding his flesh against hers, every muscle bunching as he moved as hard and as fast as she’d ached for him to do.

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