Island Idyll (13 page)

“I said I love you too.” Shit, the tears were back, clouding her vision. She couldn’t see his face, had no way of knowing what he was thinking.

Sienna began to shake.

“What about Ben?” Josh asked coolly.

“He’s…gone.” Sienna wrapped her arms around herself to stop the shivers. It didn’t help.

“Gone where?”

“Back to Newcastle.” Her skin was covered in goose bumps.

He shook his head, looking confused. “Why?”

She swallowed. “I asked him to leave.” It had almost killed her, almost broken her heart all over again, but it had been the right decision for both Sienna and Ben. Hopefully, one day soon, Ben would be able to see that too.

“You did?” Josh took a step towards her.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

She chewed on her lower lip. “Because our relationship is over.”

Another step. “He came back for you.”

“I know.” She nodded. “And in doing so, he confused the heck out of me. Made me think I still loved him. Made me think I still wanted a future with him.”

“You don’t?” His question was a hoarse whisper.

“A part of me will always love him, will always love my memories of him. But our engagement is over. It has been for a long time.” Their relationship had died months before she’d officially ended it. “Seeing him again was a shock. Hearing him say all those things about wanting me back, well, it made me nostalgic, made me long for what we’d once had.” Because what they’d once had had been good. “But then you left, and I was alone with him. And I realized the magic wasn’t there anymore. Whatever Ben and I once shared has died.” While the knowledge was liberating, it still made Sienna terribly, terribly sad. She’d lost Ben all over again. But… “The magic in the room last night was there because of you. Not him.”

“Si…” He stepped closer.

“You created the magic, Josh. Not him. It sparked the second I saw you by the pool and exploded into something undeniable when we made love yesterday afternoon. Ben got caught up in our magic. Yours and mine. That’s why the sex was so good. It wasn’t about him, it was about us.”

Josh took one final step, and he stood in front of her, close enough to raise his hand to her cheek and wipe away her tears.

She took a shaky breath, luxuriating in his touch, in the tingles that flowed through her as a result. “I was crazy about you as a school kid, Josh Lie-With-Me. But yesterday I fell in love with the man you’ve become.”

“You did?”

“I did.”

He closed his eyes, almost as if in prayer. “And you’d still want that?” he asked, his voice sounding as shaky as she felt. “You’d still want five minutes to lie with me?” He opened his eyes, watched her intently. Waited for her answer

She shook her head vehemently. “No!”

Josh dropped his hand so fast she never saw it move.

She grabbed it, brought it back to her face, held it there. “Five minutes would never be enough for everything I want with you.” She smiled, then grinned through her tears and quoted him, word for word. “There are so many ways I wanna make love to you, you’ll be ninety before we’ve covered half of them.”

Josh groaned, the sound emanating from somewhere deep inside him. “I wanna make love to you too, princess. But I’m a selfish man. I won’t share you. Not ever again. I can’t tolerate the thought of anyone else touching you. Can you live with that?”

“If you love me, I can live with anything.”

“I do love you.” He pulled her into his arms, crushed her against him. “Christ, I’ve loved you since forever, don’t you know that by now?”

Sienna held him just as tight, wouldn’t let go. “I’m a slow learner, apparently. But if you could give me a gentle reminder every now and again—”

His mouth cut off the rest of her words. His lips met hers in a kiss so heated, every chill that had wrapped around her skin melted in his embrace.

The kisses they’d shared before faded to insignificance. As his tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her, making her his, Sienna knew this was the kiss to end all kisses. This was the real the deal. The kiss that sealed her fate.

She was Josh’s. Without a shadow of a doubt.

Her heart belonged to him completely. Him, and no one else. And his mouth told her his heart belonged to her—and no one else. Which was a damn good thing, because Sienna was just as selfish as Josh. She too refused to share.

She smiled as she kissed him, couldn’t hold back her joy. She didn’t try. Ben was gone, officially a sad memory from her past. Josh was here, with her. He loved her, like she loved him. Happiness exploded inside her, like the sun coming up.

“Josh?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you do me a favor?”

“Anything, princess.”

“Lie with me?”

“For the next ninety years at least,” he promised as he took her hand, and together they sprinted across the beach, back to her hotel room.

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Paradise Found

© 2011 Vivian Arend

Bandicoot Cove, Book 2

Paige has enjoyed every no-strings-attached minute with her two Australian lovers, Trent and Mason. Over the past eleven months, they’ve surfed, hiked…and explored their seemingly limitless sexual chemistry.

Her lovers’ invitation to the opening of a new resort comes at the ideal time, because in a few days she’s returning to Canada. It’ll be a fitting swan song for their easygoing relationship. A chance to fulfill a few fantasies and then escape before her men realize she’s broken the rules by falling in love with them both. Better to take flight than be forced to choose.

Unaware of Paige’s self-imposed deadline, Trent and Mason scheme to get Paige on their yacht for a once-in-a-lifetime voyage with one goal in mind: break the news that they’re ready for something more than casual—and hope she doesn’t run like hell.

It’s a delicate operation that’ll require close attention to which way her emotional winds are blowing. One wrong word, and their paradise-perfect arrangement could be lost in an instant.

Warning: This book starts with the heat turned way up high. Two men entirely focused on one woman’s pleasure. One woman stepping outside the box to please her men. An exotic resort suite featuring an erotic piece of furniture that makes ménage a trois even hotter than usual. Really.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Paradise Found:

Paige stared him in the eye. “Sex in a pan.”

He laughed. “That’s the dessert?”

“The name is a mutation from six in a pan, for the original six layers, but the taste is downright orgasmic, if you make it right.” She ran a finger along the edge of the bowl, scooped up a smear of the chocolate sauce onto her fingertip and offered it to him.

He swallowed hard.

“This isn’t a good time for you to stop what you’re doing, is it?” He forced the words past a throat suddenly tight with need.

She shook her head.

Fuckit
. He sucked her finger into his mouth and moaned. The dessert was tasty, but having her finger to suck and tease, to be able to watch her eyes widen and hear her breath catch as he twirled his tongue around the digit? Torture.

He let her pull back, her finger escaping with a
pop
. He shook off the haze of lust threatening the production of the delicacies.
Hold off, caveman.

Instead, he grinned at her. “If they’re individual sex servings, does that make them masturbation pies?”

Paige rolled her eyes. “
God
. You are not helping me name them.”

“Jerk tarts?”

“Trent!”

“Cream—”

The shot of, appropriately enough—whipped cream—hit him in the mouth, and he sputtered to a stop, eyeing her evilly.

She lowered the piping bag, fists dropping to her hips. “Behave. Let me pop these crusts in the oven, and then we can talk about your fascination with self-pleasure.”

Hmm, now there’s an idea.
Not his pleasure, but hers. That was something he could get into. He stepped back complacently, licking his lips. Paige poked him as she passed by to re-wash her hands thoroughly. She returned to the counter, working quickly with the pastry dough. Effortlessly, she formed intricate flowerlike cups, one after another resting on the paper lining the cookie sheets.

He studied her face, loving the way her intent concentration made a tiny furrow appear between her eyes. She was smiling, nodding as she placed another edible art form onto the tray, and he realized this was a form of artistic expression. The beauty she created not only pleased the eyes but the palate and all the rest of his senses. She was a fully sensual creature, and he loved being around her. Enthusiasm and sensuality shone through everything she did.

He couldn’t be any more certain. This thing between them was far more than a physical attraction. He was head-over-fucking-heels with the slim seductress. He would do everything he could to make sure she stayed in his life—even if it meant a few more unusual solutions, like those offered by Mason’s gung-ho, madcap, anything-goes, both-feet-forward attitude.

Hmm, an attitude that was remarkably like Paige’s.

“I bet that’s why you guys get along so well.”

She straightened after placing the second pan in the oven, that little secretive smile teasing the corner of her mouth again. “What are you talking about? Who?”

“You and Mason. You’re both totally open and game for anything.”

Paige’s heartbeat leaped upward again as he caught her fingers. She’d slipped them under the faucet, adding a shot of soap to clean off the butter clinging to them. He lathered her up, threading his fingers through hers, his touch firm and yet sexual as he touched each digit in turn. Her mouth went absolutely dry.

They didn’t seem to be able to be in the same room without wanting each other. “You’re not such a prude yourself, Trent.”

He crowded closer, his arms caging her, hands rocking over hers again and again. Splashes rose to soak the front of her blouse. He planted kisses along her neckline, and she leaned to the side to allow him to maneuver.

Instead he spun her and locked his lips on hers. Oh Lord, she couldn’t think when he did that thing with his tongue. Taking total control of her mouth as if he were starving and only she could satisfy his hunger. He licked and nibbled and explored—ownership in every touch. The sound of the running water grew faint below the roaring of the blood in her ears. His wet hands slipped onto her back, the fabric sticking to her skin. He held her by the upper arms and slowly separated their bodies, his lips clinging with heat and moisture until the last possible second.

They stared at each other. She knew she was grinning, and the expression on his face—sheer happiness. As if he was exactly where he wanted to be, and life was good.

She’d put that expression in his eyes, at least partially, and for one wild second she nearly blurted out that she loved him.

“Knock knock.”

They both spun toward the door, Trent settling her tightly against his chest. The warmth of his body heated the wet spots on her clothing.

Mason raised a brow as he approached. “Am I interrupting? Fair dinkum, it smells delicious in here.”

“Paige is cooking up a storm.”

Mason walked the length of the room with any hesitation, not stopping until he was pressed firmly against her.

“She always cooks up the most mouth-watering mischief.” He lifted her chin with his fingers and kissed her. A momentary buss on the lips, just enough for her to taste him, tease her senses. “What’s next on the menu? That’s what I want to know.”

He dipped his head again and took his time opening her lips to his caress. A series of small kisses along her jaw, a butterfly soft touch to the corner of her mouth. A tantalizing stroke of his tongue over her lower lip.

A low level of excitement and delight accompanied his teasing touch. She was totally surrounded, boxed in by two solid male torsos. Trent’s erection pressed hard into her right butt cheek, and the longer Mason kissed her, the more his interest rose as well. She tangled her fingers in his hair and held him tight. Twisted her hips slightly, rubbing both of them, slow and deliberate. She might be encircled, but she still had a say in this adventure. It looked as if there was no need to prolong the wait for one of her favorite parts.

Being totally cared for by two men. Four hands bringing her delight, stroking and guiding her pleasure in ways she’d never dreamed possible before getting involved with them.

Paige pulled her lips free and Mason leaned his forehead against hers. Trent’s fingers caressed her hip slowly. They both waited, patiently. Time paused, their three bodies slowly becoming more attuned to each other as their breathing synchronized. Her anticipation rose—there
was
some specific mischief she had in mind, although it was actually Mason who was the engineer of this afternoon’s coming escapade.