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His skin glistened with sweat.

             
“Wow,” was about all I could muster with a shaky breath.

             
“You okay?” he panted into my hair.

             
“Yeah.”
I was okay.

             
During the last few months I’d known him, he’d been patient and gentle. Today, he really let loose. He had devoured me and I let him. It was the first and only time Dillon had been rough with me.
Reckless.
I was more than okay.

             
He caught me looking at him. “What?” he asked.

             
“I’m just…surprised by your stamina.”

             
“Well, I’ve waited a long time for this,” he said smoothing my hair back behind my shoulders.

             
“Exactly how long?”

             
“
Livi
, I’ve wanted you since the first time we met when you almost slammed the door in my face.”

             
“I never--”

             
“Yes. You would have if I’d have given you enough time to think about it.”

             
He was right.

Chapter Twenty-Six

             
I hardly slept while on the island. It was so beautiful I didn’t ever want to shut my eyes. Dillon was another contributing factor. He had an insatiable hunger for sex that kept me busy.

             
One morning Dillon found me outside on the beach. I sat cross-legged on the sand, my sketchpad on my lap.

             
I shaded my eyes from the mid-morning sun to look up at him. “Good morning.” I patted the blanket beside me.

             
“Hi.” He sat down next to me and put an arm around my shoulders. His skin was already warm from the sun. “I don’t like waking up to find you gone.”

             
“Sorry.” I gestured to my sketchpad. “The ocean was calling me. Look what washed ashore in the middle of the night.” I showed him the conch shell I was drawing.

             
“It’s beautiful.” He looked around at the water and the palm trees. “I don’t think you could ever run out of things to draw here.”

             
“No.
Probably not.”
I set the sketch aside and turned to face him.

             
“I don’t think I could run out of reasons to kiss you,” he said softly, pressing his lips to mine.

             
He kissed me passionately, possessively, and worked his way down my jaw and neck until he captured my left nipple between his teeth. I gasped as he nipped and suckled until the sensitive peak puckered and hardened. He flicked his tongue over the stiff nub before moving down my belly to my thighs.

             
I sighed and let my legs fall apart and he settled between them. With a flick of his wrist, he moved aside my shorts and made an approving sound when he discovered I wasn’t wearing any panties. He leaned forward and kissed my wet opening before plunging his tongue inside. He cupped my ass and lifted me up as he continued to work magic with his tongue.

             
He was careful not to get sand near my private places, but I didn
’
t care. I just wanted him on me and over me and inside me regardless of the sand.

             
His tongue and thumb worked in tandem and soon I was trembling, gasping for air. Dillon was like a starving man feasting on my body like he couldn’t get enough. I panted and clawed at his hair as he brought me to climax right there on the beach.

             
I slumped forward, exhausted. Dillon sat back on his heels and after I caught my breath, I rested back on my elbows.

             
I felt satisfied, but also primed for more. He had me thoroughly swollen and throbbing.

             
I looked down at his semi-hard cock and thought of something I wanted to try.

             
I scooted around to his legs and when Dillon read my intentions, his eyes darkened and smoldered with what could only be lust.

             
Gently, I cupped his balls in my hand, testing their weight.

             
When I looked up to catch his reaction, his head was tossed back, eyes closed.

             
His cock twitched to life and grew to its full length. It was warm and throbbing against my fingers. Dillon let out a low groan that sounded like it came from deep within his chest. I gently pumped my hand a few times just to hear him make that sound again. Even though it was quite thick and long, I figured I could fit my mouth around his cock. I had to at least try.

             
I wanted to absorb his heat, his essence. I took him into my mouth and savored every inch of his velvet smooth cock as it slid in and out over my tongue. When Dillon gasped for breath,
I
licked his salty skin from base to tip before pulling away to look at how his cock glistened with my saliva.

             
I licked my lips and pressed a kiss to the head.

             
“Christ,
Livi
,” Dillon moaned and his hand fisted into the blanket.

             
I smiled and kissed him again, harder this time and then slowly slid my lips down the length of him. His skin was soft and smooth against my tongue. When I gave him another tender sweet kiss, a dot of silky fluid pearled at the head and I licked it up.

             
This time when I looked at him, Dillon’s eyes were half open, his lips parted. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me up to him so that we were both kneeling on the blanket. He crushed his mouth over mine and I let him suck my tongue. Now both of our essences swirled around our mouths. He pulled back and grinned.

             
“Was that okay?” I asked.

             
He half snorted, half laughed. “Was that okay, she asks. Jeez,
Livi
, you drive me crazy with that mouth of yours.”

             
I smiled, basking in the compliment.

             
Framing his face with my hands, I pulled him in for a kiss. I pulled his hips toward me until I could feel his erection nudge my opening. “Do you want more?” I asked. I thought I should probably finish the job. I couldn’t just leave him hanging there like that.

             
“Oh,
Livi
.”
He kissed my cheeks, my forehead and my lips. “I need to be inside of you.
Right now.”

             
He pulled a condom from thin air, that sneaky devil, and sheathed himself before sinking into my heat.

             
When he pushed inside me, I caught my breath at the sensation of him filling me up.

             
I hooked my leg around his and in a move he wasn’t expecting, flipped him over so I was on top. I leaned down to kiss him and could feel him smile against my lips.

             
Dillon folded his arms behind his head and grinned.

             
“What?” I asked, already breathless and drunk with my own aggressiveness.

             
“Just admiring the view.”

             
I leaned down and kissed the smugness right off his lips. His hand came up and his fingers buried into my hair.

             
I leaned back, my hair tickling my back. It was invigorating there on the beach, riding Dillon like a cowgirl. I tilted my hips just a bit and could feel his cock press against my G-spot.

             
I leaned forward, put a hand on the sand to anchor me. Rising up, I slowly sank back down again, riding his cock like a piston. It was incredibly satisfying being in control like this. I could control the speed and the angle and it felt amazing. I pressed my palms against his chest for leverage and rode him until the spasms of my orgasm enveloped me.

             
The sensation must have been overwhelming for Dillon, too, because within minutes, he thrust one last time and spilled his hot seed inside me.

             
He collapsed beside me and cradled me in his arms.

             
Later, I set up an easel on the sand and painted Dillon as he walked along the beach looking for shells. His back was facing me, shirt off, board shorts low on his hips, a trail of footsteps in the sand behind him. A lone palm tree curved over the beach, reaching for the water. The sun kissed his hair and shoulders. Strong contours of his defined back. I painted what I could on the first application, then let it dry to take back home with me. It would be my most favorite painting to date.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

             
On our last night at
Bel
Ange
, Dillon and I sat on the deck and watched the sun go down in a lazy ceremony of pink and orange. The almost full moon took its place in the starlit sky and glowed, causing the blue water to shimmer. The scent of rain still lingered on the trees from a mid-day downpour.

             
We snuggled together on the rattan love seat and Dillon sighed. “This is the most relaxed I’ve ever seen you,
Livi
.”

             
“Hmm,” I mumbled into his chest. “I love it here.”

             
“You’re lucky I have to be back in Vegas tomorrow or I might never want to leave this place.”

             
“I’m thinking about staying and having you
send
the boat back for me in a few months.”

             
Dillon straightened in his seat.
“Really?”
The look on his face was priceless.

             
“No,” I said, smiling. “As much as I’d love to stay, there are some things I need to take care of back in Vegas.”

             
“Oh, good,” he said with a sigh of relief.

             
I doubled over with laughter. “You should have seen your expression.”

             
“What?” He tightened his hold on my hand. “Sorry, but the thought of you staying here all alone freaks me out a little.”

             
“What? Nothing freaks out the mighty Dillon Milano.”

             
He sat back in his seat and relaxed again. “You really lived out here all by yourself?”

             
“Yep.
For almost a year.”

             
“And your Dad was okay with it?”

             
“At first.
Then he started nagging me to come to Vegas.”

             
“Didn’t you get lonely…or scared?”

             
“Not really. At that point I needed the alone time.”

             
“No distractions, right?”

             
“Right.”

             
No distractions. That gave me an idea.

             
“Be right back,” I said, jumping up and going inside.

             
The days of associating Chopin with my grief were over. We would dance to “Nocturne No. 11 in G minor” under the light of the
Bel
Ange
moon.

             
In the living room, I plugged my iPod into its docking station, pointed the speakers toward the open window, selected the song and cranked up the volume. The song’s romantic melody poured out the window and into the night air.

             
I rushed back outside to Dillon. “Come on.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him out onto the beach. I locked my arms around his neck and the sand shifted under my feet as I kissed him with all I had. He dipped me, pulled me back into his arms and I wished we could stay like that forever.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

             
I learned a lot that week at
Bel
Ange
. I discovered that Dillon was a generous and considerate lover, always making sure I came before he did. I learned that Dillon loved to contort me and pretzel me into different positions and that every different angel felt exquisite. I learned that I’m guaranteed an orgasm when I’m on top, controlling the tempo and thrust. And most importantly, I learned
,
if Dillon’s moans of pleasure were any indication, that I was pretty damn good at sex after all. Suck on that Derrick Huntington!