Paradise (20 page)

“You’re a quick learner. You got it right.” He circled her clit with the pad of his middle finger before lowering it to trace the outer rim of her wet slit. Gasping, she squeezed his cock in response.

“That’s nice,” she whispered, “but I had something a little thicker and longer in mind.” She tugged his cock, directing it to her waiting portal.

“You can replace that finger with this, Tarzan, and make me a very happy woman.”

“Whatever you say, babe,” he moaned, easing his shaft into her soft folds. He kissed her long and hard as he entered her hot, wet channel.

She was so tight that at first he wondered if she could take him yet, but her natural moisture eased the way until he was buried up to his hilt.

He leaned back to measure her reaction. Eyes as deep as the sea stared back at him. “Are you all right?”

In reply, she wound her legs around his hips. A hint of a smile curved the corners of her mouth. “Oh, yeah. I’m doing just fine.” She reached up to take his mouth and arched her pelvis into him.

He began his thrusts slowly, not wanting to hurt or frighten her with the force of his need. His control was in shreds. Never had he wanted a woman like he wanted this one. She had to stay in his future. After knowing her for only a few days, he was as certain she was meant for him as if he’d known her for a lifetime.

As control slipped away, he attempted to even his ragged breathing. This had to last, but her moans and urging told him she was close. Giving up, he pulled back longer and thrust deeper, all thoughts of sanity gone until she convulsed beneath him.

Not yet, he begged, wanting to keep going forever. As her climax grew, he kept up his rhythm, suppressing his own need for completion. She peaked and her spasms encouraged him to join her. Through gritted teeth, he held his own release in check. As she began to come down, a sensation of total possession enveloped him, knowing he had satisfied her so quickly.

“Again,” he whispered. “I’m going to give you another climax. Stay with me. I have to feel you…to come with you…”

He resumed his pace. Passion as he’d never known clouded his senses. Bracing his elbows, he stared down at the loveliest vision he’d ever seen. Her skin flushed with the glow of the lantern light, her eyes half closed in desire, her arms gripping his shoulders, drawing him down to her.

She tensed beneath him.

“Eddie, Eddie,” she moaned. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Talk to me. Tell me…what…you’re feeling.” She clung to him, thrusting her hips high to meet his.

He was seconds away. “Come for me, Robbie. Let go. Now!” The instant he felt her first spasm, he thrust deeply again and again. “Robbie! Robbie!” His roar echoed against the walls of the tent.

His seed flowed into her, making them one. Her legs were like vises as she drew him further into her. God, he wanted to stay lost in her forever.

He surfaced slowly, not wanting the moment to end. When he could move without having his heart explode, he leaned back on his elbows. Robbie’s breasts bobbed with her labored breathing. Unable to resist, he bent and took a firm globe in his mouth, sucking gently. Her hand lightly caressed his hair. He stayed buried in her as he moved to pleasure her other breast.
Oh, yeah, this was
Paradise
.

She took a deep breath, then another. Reluctantly, he released her hardened nipple and smiled down at her. “So tell me, do I take your breath away?”

She inhaled deeply. “Talk about being caught between a rock and a hard place. Between you and this wooden floor, air is becoming a valued commodity. Not that I’d ever complain about anything.” She grinned.

“No, you’d never complain about anything.” He rolled off her onto his back, pulling her with him. He reached for her sleeping bag and yanked it over them. “I think we can use a little naptime, don’t you?” Tucking her gently to his side, he kissed her forehead and settled back. Within minutes, her arm on his chest fell slack and her breathing deepened.

He tightened his hold. The image of Robbie sitting in the office playing with little Drew drifted across what was left of his consciousness. Somehow he’d figure out a way to keep her. He’d been right from the start. Once he had her, he couldn’t let her go.

* * * * *

Soft lips nuzzled Robbie’s neck. “Listen, why don’t you get dressed and packed while I get us some breakfast?”

With his fingers drawing luscious circles on her breasts, the last thing she wanted to do was pack. “Mmmmm,” she mumbled, hoping he’d go back to sleep.

“Come on, sleepyhead. Time to get moving.”

He eased himself away from her and a chill rushed in to replace his warm body. Eddie stood and stretched his arms over his head.

Her eyes popped out when she remembered she had been resting on that massive expanse of male chest. Tiny shock waves pulsed nicely between her legs. Even his armpits were sexy with their little tuffs of hair.

Following the trail like a treasure map, her gaze drifted across his pecs, down his abs, which she knew for a fact were rock solid, to where the trail ended at his unbuttoned jeans.
Unbuttoned jeans. Oh, wow.

Disappointed, she watched as he grabbed a t-shirt and wrestled into it. It should be against the law to cover that up, she thought, as he bent to kiss her forehead.

“Meet you on the veranda,” he called, leaving the tent with the camp stove and cooler.

With him gone, she flopped back into her sleeping bag, remembering last night. She’d been right. He was Tarzan!

Sometime after she’d fallen asleep, he’d turned off the lantern. Later, in the total darkness of night, a calloused hand probed her damp curls, teasing her to awareness. His simple declaration of “I want you, Robbie,” was enough to have her straddling him and taking him deep inside.

It was magic, erotic and a little weird, not seeing the man who made love to her. Her other senses heightened with the lack of sight. She tasted more, inhaled scents she would never forget, felt his skin against hers with an awareness that even now made her flesh tingle.

And the sound. The sound of his deep voice. The sultry words. Whispered promises of what he would do with her, what he wanted her to do with him. Her own voice drifted back like a memory suddenly recalled. She blushed at the things she’d said, murmuring what she liked, sighing her pleasure at his intimate suggestions.

And just now, he’d shown her how up he was for morning sex. Eddie McGraw was one helluva
Rebound
Man.

She needed to do something nice for him. After all, he’d been so good to her -- both in and out of his sleeping bag -- and despite her promises to behave, she hadn’t been a model camper. There were two days left. She would start today. She’d be the most enthusiastic camper, the most interested camper, the most adventurous camper he ever saw. Cripes. She’d be Super-Camper!

Whatever Eddie wanted to do in this nasty swamp, she’d do. She could live through two days of swamp touring. Maybe.

Glancing around the tent, she wished they didn’t have to leave. Spending the day cocooned and making love would sure beat looking at slimy old alligators. She sighed and stood. They had to be off the platform before ten, and it was probably close already.

Regretfully, she changed into shorts and a t-shirt and rolled up the sleeping bags.

“Hey,” called Eddie. “Are you going to spend the entire day in there? We’ve got places to go, woman. Get out here and eat before it gets cold.”

She sighed, the call of the wild, for sure. “I’m coming. I’m coming. Keep your shirt on.” Hmm, probably a bad choice of phrasing, she mused, joining him on “the veranda.” She took a fortifying breath.
Somebody talk me out of this.

“So where are we going today? Would it be okay if we did a little hiking? I know I said I didn’t want to, but I’m missing a lot of interesting stuff by not walking around on some of these islands. Eddie? Eddie, quit looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’ve got three heads.”

“Look, I don’t know who you are, but where’s Robbie and what have you done with her?”

“Oh, stop it, just because I changed my mind is no reason to behave like a snot. I thought that after three solid days in that boat, it might be fun to get out and see some other sights.”

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow and handed her a bowl of oatmeal before locking his hands around her waist and pulling her to him. Her hips connected with his, and a rush of desire flowed through her veins.

“I had a really good time last night.” He leaned around her hands clutching the bowl to nibble on her ear. “And I had a better time this morning,” he whispered. “The word is ‘canoe.’”

If he hadn’t been so close she would have dropped her oatmeal. “What?”

“As I’ve mentioned before, it’s not a boat. It’s a canoe. Can you say canoe?” With a peck on the nose, he released his hold and returned to the camp stove. Her knees wobbled, but she congratulated herself for not falling off the platform.

“I know the perfect island for a hike. It has some beautiful foliage and trails.”

“You know,” she said, eyeing her bowl. “I’m not one to complain, but the last time I ate oatmeal, I was in a high chair. My mother said the kitchen walls were never the same afterwards.”

“Of course, you’d never complain.” He rolled his eyes. “But the sad truth is, you’ll eat your oatmeal or you’ll go hungry.” He turned his back, but not before she caught the beginnings of a smile. Hunkering down, he fixed a bowl for himself.

“I thought the customer was always right,” she said, balancing her spoon upright in the center of the bowl.

His reproachful grimace told her he did not find that amusing. “Tell you what, you eat your oatmeal like a good little camper, and I’ll make sure you see some of the most fascinating sights nature can provide right here in the Okefenokee. Deal?”

She took a deep breath. “Deal,” she said smiling brightly, stuffing in a spoonful of the goop. Hmm, not bad, but she’d feed herself to a python before letting him know.

What fascinating sights did he have in mind? She knew what fascinating sights she wanted to see -- again -- and they had nothing to do with foliage or trails.

Chapter Ten

The day was clear, crisp and nauseatingly healthy. It even smelled fresh. They beached the canoe alongside a dozen others and traipsed down a narrow trail toward the interior of the island.

“Notice the lush vegetation. They have controlled burnings periodically to keep it from overtaking the island.”

She knew she’d regret it, but…“What’s a controlled burning?”

He proceeded to describe the process in minute detail. She hoped her “I see’s” and “How about that’s” were timed right. Cautiously, she avoided any contact with the surrounding vegetation even the type Eddie touched when he held it out of her way. You never knew what was poisonous, and he was probably immune to everything.

She followed closely behind him through the dense underbrush, careful to step in his footprints and avoid uncharted territory. If she was cautious, she wouldn’t step on anything squishy. Before each step, she scanned the ground for creepy, crawly things waiting to pounce. Taking giant steps to keep up, she occasionally lost her balance. Luckily, he hardly noticed her, but kept forging onward.

“Many varieties of wildflowers in a rainbow of colors can be found here.”

Cripes, he was in full tour guide mode now. The flowers were pretty. Too bad she’d left her camera and phone in the canoe. Some of the flowers would have been stunning on websites and blogs.

“I give up,” he said, stopping so abruptly she bumped into him. He turned and grabbed her arms to stop her fall. “What the hell are you doing?”