Intensity (8 page)

“Are you so averse to giving us a chance, Sarah?
What, think your mother won’t approve? My parents would be fine
with it. Well, Mom will be pissed I got married without telling
her, but they have never said a bad word about you.”

“We grew up in the same town.”

“Newsflash, lots of people marry from their
hometown. It’s not like it’s a mortal sin.”

“What about your carousing with the rest of your
SEAL buddies?”

He laughed. “Sarah, the last woman I was with was
you. No one else.”

That was another point in his favor. “I thought that
you would be out with them.”

“I go out, yes. I drink, yes. But I’ve never taken
another woman to bed. And, before you go there, I’ve never taken
one anywhere. My cock goes in one pussy, and that’s yours.” He
whispered the words in her ear before flicking his tongue along her
earlobe. “And it’s missed being surrounded by your heat. The way
you grip me. How tight and hot you are. Like you’ve been made for
me only.”

She nearly hung out her tongue and panted. They were
called to board, and he stood before offering her a hand. Together,
they walked up and showed their boarding passes. He stowed her bag
and slid in beside her after she’d taken her seat.

This time, he captured her hand and laced their
fingers. They accepted drinks from the attendant and waited to taxi
down the runway. Outside, it didn’t look all that warm with all the
snow on the ground, and she couldn’t say how pleased she was to be
heading to their vacation spot.

Once they were airborne, he leaned closer and
whispered her name. She turned to meet his gaze and found his mouth
on hers. Like the rest of him, the kiss was possessive yet gentle,
showing he was aware of her cut lip. His tongue slipped deep into
her mouth and tangled with hers.

“I want to fuck you, Sarah,” he muttered, drawing
back from her lips.

She cleared her throat and looked out the window.
Her shallow breathing and tightness in her gut only part of the
story. That single kiss had pebbled her nipples and had her pussy
clenching with need. His chuckle told her he was well aware of what
he did to her. Bastard.

“What exactly are your plans for when we’re there?”
she asked.

“I didn’t hide what I had in mind. I want to get to
know you and allow you to know me.” This time, his chuckle was
harsh. “We’ve been married for ten years Sarah. Ten. Most of that
time we’re apart, and when we were in the same vicinity, we’re at
each other’s throats. Except for a few times where we didn’t talk
and just fucked.”

“Has it really been ten years?”

He looked at her and lifted her hand to kiss the
back of it, lips lingering. “Yes. Do you not remember?”

“I’d put it out of mind except when the papers would
come back to me unsigned.”

He grumbled. “No mention of a divorce during this
trip. Okay?”

“Deal.” Ten years? Gods, had it truly been that
long?

“You’ve been married pretty much the entire time
you’ve been in the Corps.”

“I’m aware of how long I’ve been in.”

The attendant returned and smiled at them. “Can I
get you two anything else?”

“Coke for her and coffee for me, please,” he
said.

“Right away.” She left, again.

“How did you know I wanted a Coke?”

He tucked some hair behind her ear. “I watch you,
wife
. When you don’t think I am, I do. I know you only drink
coffee as a last resort. You love Coke and would drink it all the
time if you could. Never a Pepsi or Dr. Pepper.”

“And you can live off coffee.”

His callused palm slid along her cheek. “Yes. I
could. And I hate Coke.”

“That’s a strike against you,” she commented with an
upturn of her lips.

“Yes, but I will make it up to you in other
areas.”

“Is that a promise?”

“Certified guarantee,” he vowed. “Ten years is a
long time. Those two other times don’t count in my eyes.”

“Are you two taking a vacation or a business trip?”
the attendant asked as she handed over the drink.

“Kind of a second honeymoon,” Grey informed her.
“We’ve not seen much of each other these past few years.”

“How romantic,” she gushed. “Well, I’ll leave you
alone.”

She backed off, and Grey looked over to Sarah,
again. “I agree.”

αβ

Tioman Island

Grey stood at the door leading to the patio in their
room, staring at the woman on it. Sarah wore a sarong of peacock
blue and a small tank of peach. Her hair had more waves in it than
he was used to seeing. Granted, it was loose and not pulled back in
the functional bun or braid it usually had been put in. Her hands
curled around the railing as she had her face tipped back to the
sun.

The resort here was beautiful, and they had their
own villa. But the woman with him was the one who stirred his blood
in ways nothing else could.

“I feel you over there brooding.”

He joined her outside. Standing behind her, he took
the opportunity to touch her skin. He ran his hands up her bare
arms. “I’m not brooding.”

“Whatever you want to call it. You’re scowling, and
I’m not even looking at you.”

“I wasn’t scowling. I was watching you.”

She leaned back into him, and he wrapped his arms
around her.

“Come for a walk with me. I want to go down and see
the sea.”

“Feeling land locked already, Navy?”

Grey cocked a brow at her and snorted. “Sea, air,
and land, Marine. Now, come on.” He took her hand and led her to
the door.

The warm sun shone down on them as they traversed
the grounds, not in any hurry. Grey took her hand and held it as
they walked.

“Are you ever going to tell me why you’re so set
against—erm, on staying married?”

He had to give it to her; she did her best not to
mention divorce there. “Believe it or not, Sarah, despite that
acerbic tongue of yours, which can flail the skin off anyone if you
choose, I like you.”

“You like me?”

“Why is that so hard to believe?” He paused and
angled his body so he could see her directly.

She pursed her lips and shrugged. “Not really sure,
just kind of a shock.”

“If I didn’t like you, this wouldn’t be
happening.”

She canted her head to the side. He couldn’t help
it; he had to touch her, again. So, he did. Cupping her cheek, he
smoothed his thumb along her lips. He stepped closer and slid his
left hand around the nape of her neck.

“So, trust me, Sarah Sorenson. I like you, and while
we’re here at this resort, I’m going to prove this to you. I want
to stay married to you. I want to tell people at home we’re a
couple.”

“I don’t know what to make of you, Grey.”

He liked her off her game—when it came to him,
anyway. “Kiss me.”

She placed her hands on his chest and pushed up on
her toes. “You confuse me, Grey.”

“I’m a simple man. Not anything complicated about
me.”

“Not from where I’m sitting.”

His comment was muffled by the brush of her lips
against his. Instant heat surged through him. His cock hardened and
pushed against his jeans. Her tongue nudged against his lips, and
he allowed her in.

Her taste was unique, just like the woman. He didn’t
know how to label it; all he knew was it was her and extremely
addictive.

Their tongues tangled and slipped along each other.
A low rumble dashed up from his throat, and he gathered her close.
Her curves against him sent him back to the one week when his life
was perfect. This woman, she didn’t even know how much she meant to
him.

She drew back and stared at him. Her eyes were soft,
and they overflowed with what he needed to see in her expression.
Craving for him.

“Let’s go,” he rasped.

“Your trip.”

“It will be.” He splayed his hand against the small
of her back. He encouraged her toward the long dock that extended
out over the sparkling blue water. Surprisingly, they were the only
ones down there. Sarah slowed as they approached the end. She sat
with her usual grace and dangled her feet over.

Grey ripped off his shirt, dropped it beside her,
and dove into the beckoning water. The liquid sluiced over his
body, cooling him instantly. He surfaced, slicking his hair back as
he treaded water.

God, she made his heart clench in ways he never
thought a woman would.

Moving easily through the water back to the dock, he
stared at Sarah.
My wife.
At her legs, he smoothed a hand up
one silken calf.

“Coming in?”

“I suppose I could. I should get a workout in.”

Her words were an invitation wrapped in sin. She
stood and released the knot at her sarong, allowing the flimsy
material to flutter to the surface of the dock and join his shirt.
Her bikini bottoms were a solid orange. When she stripped off her
loose top, the bikini top matched. The material pressed her breasts
up and together, giving him dry mouth.

“How far are we going?” she asked, nudging all their
clothes to the side and out of the way. He got it—if someone else
came down, she didn’t want their things to get tossed in.

“Until you get tired,” he said with a grin.

“Sounds like a challenge, Navy.”

She leapt over his head, form perfect as she knifed
into the water. She rose slowly, a large smile on her face, before
moving her hair from her face. “God, this feels amazing. Let’s
go.”

Together, they struck out, and he didn’t try to
talk, just enjoyed being in her company. On the way back in, she
stopped a short way from the dock and watched him, just her eyes
above water. Instantly changing direction to get to her, he swam
close.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted up
enough to kiss him. Her taste poured into him as her tongue thrust
deep. He nipped at her lower lip before dominating the kiss, taking
what he wanted from her. She hooked her legs around his waist and
rocked against him.

Electricity speared him. “Sarah,” he muttered,
sinking one hand into the wet collection of hair at the back of her
head.

“All night,” she admitted. “All night on that
fucking plane I wanted nothing more than your cock deep inside me.
Then, when we arrived here, I thought it would have happened. But,
you came here instead.” She held his gaze. “I feel you against me,
Grey. You’re hard. What’s the problem?”

“The problem is, once I start, you and I aren’t
leaving bed for a few days. Well, we may hit other things in the
room, but we’re not going out. And I’d love to take you here in the
water, but there are people on the dock, so if you don’t mind
giving them a show, I’m in.” He ground his hips into her, ensuring
there was no doubt to his meaning.

She flicked her tongue along his lips. “I don’t want
to prune.”

He flexed his hand and brought her close for another
kiss. He would never get tired of kissing her. With his free hand,
he dipped it below her bikini bottom and sank two fingers into her
heat.

Her trembled whimper nearly took him down. “So
fucking long,” he said, moving them back to the dock with his legs.
She bucked against him, pushing his fingers in farther.

“How’s the water?” a man called from the dock.

“Great,” Grey replied, scissoring his fingers.
“Wouldn’t you say?” he asked her.

“Let me come or stop touching until we’re out of
here.”

He removed his hand and caressed her ass. “I want
your cream on my tongue, so you have to wait.”

She glared at him. “Ass.”

His grin wasn’t pleasant. “You know it.”

They made it back to the dock, and he released her,
allowing her to climb the ladder first. He was glad his trunks were
baggy, for they hid his erection. Somewhat. The woman who was there
with the guy zeroed in on his crotch, and he ignored her.

“Americans?” the man questioned.

“Yes,” Grey answered.

“We’re here because she wanted to get away from the
cold of Maine.” He smiled, his pasty skin needing the sun, which
fell unfiltered from the sky.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Name’s Jack, and that’s my wife, Lisa.”

“My wife, Sarah, and I’m Grey.”

Her smile was polite, but he knew Sarah wanted to be
anywhere but there.

“Look, we’re here with some other couples from
school. We’re having a party a little later in grounds. Stop by and
join in.”

“That sounds like fun; what time should we be
there?”

Grey nearly choked when Sarah asked that
question.

“Later afternoon. Probably around four.”

He slid his arm around her. “We’ll see you, then.
Enjoy the water, it’s wonderful.” He guided her away. “You’re going
to be too sore to walk by then,” he said.

“Good thing all I have to do for a party is sit in a
chair, then, isn’t it?”

He lengthened his stride, and they covered the
ground back to the villa in record time. He strode up the steps and
unlocked the door. The moment they were inside, he hauled her
against him and slammed his mouth over hers.

Frantic motions tore clothing to fall to the floor.
Still possessing her mouth, he lifted her, used the door for
purchase, and pushed his cock deep into her with a single stroke.
Her moan combined with his as pleasure rocked over him.

Her heat, tight and familiar, nearly burned him. He
placed a hand on the door and released her mouth to bury his face
in her neck. His skin prickled with his synapses going haywire.
“Only you, Sarah,” he groaned, pulling out until the head of his
cock was left inside her.

She grasped a fistful of his wet hair and tugged.
“Move.”

He slammed into her, nipping her neck as she gasped
and shuddered around him. A rumble escaped as his restraint faded
to nothing. It had been well over two years since he’d been with
his wife, and his need dominated everything. Over and over, he
drove deep into her, bringing out the most luscious of cries as she
rocked on him, taking what he gave and asking for more. Her throaty
voice, begging him, only added fuel to his fire.