“Go slowly.”
Yes, Mr. Beefcake!
She slid one strap, then the other, off her shoulder. The little summer dress she’d slipped on after Raz welcomed her into the jet-set version of Club O proved to not only be something comfortable for sleeping but a garment quickly shed while looking to get it on in paradise. The light fabric pooled at her feet, and she stepped out of her sandals and shook her hair loose from the makeshift bun. She gripped the elastic band of her panties when Raz shook his head.
“Turn around while you take those off.”
Leave it to her boxer to take back control. What used to make her want to bang a gong like a madwoman now got her wet with anticipation. When the competitive alpha set his sights on her, every inch of her body craved his touch.
And you bet your bottom dollar she obeyed. Bending forward, she slid her panties past her ass, down her thighs, then kicked them off. She looked over her shoulder. “Was that to your liking, beefcake?”
“Get that perfect arse over here,” the beast demanded, clearly pleased with her performance.
Libby exhaled a tight breath. If she were equipped with an arousal meter, the sucker would have blown through the roof.
Slowly, she walked toward him. The warm sand tickled her toes as she stood before him, naked, nipples hard and goose bumps prickling her skin.
“Libby Lamb in paradise is a sight to see,” he said, carnal need coating his words.
Swoon central!
His growly tone owned her, body and soul.
She gripped the weathered ropes, then lifted one leg to sit on his lap but stopped midway. “Do you think it’s strong enough to hold us?”
“There’s one way to find out.” Raz palmed the globes of her ass and lifted her onto his lap.
She giggled as the swing rocked back and forth and side to side. She straddled the man, then wrapped her arms around his neck, anchoring herself to him. But she didn’t have anything to worry about. Raz widened his legs, gaining control of the movement.
“I’ve got you, plum.”
“You do. You have me.”
He did.
“This trip will change everything, love,” he whispered, then trailed his fingertips between her breasts, down the length of her abdomen, and stroked her tight bundle of nerves, kindling the heat between her thighs. “Everything,” he breathed against her lips.
She closed her eyes, surrendering to the man, lost in a sea of sensations. He worked her in slow circles with the pad of his thumb before sliding a finger inside her.
“Libby, you’re mine,” he moaned against her lips. She rode his hand, her muscles tensing. Instinctively, she arched back and reached for the rope. She writhed above him, rolling her hips, taking, and taking, and taking, pleasure building as he gathered her hair into his hand. He twisted her locks around his fist, holding her close. He captured her mouth. His kiss demanded all of her. His alpha energy owned her body.
She was his.
“Please, I need you inside me,” she pleaded.
He guided her down, and she welcomed his beautiful, weeping cock. She clenched around him, wanting all of him, desperate for the sweet slide of their bodies moving together. Raz inhaled a sharp breath, grinding into her as he pumped his hips. A sheen of sweat glistened on their skin as the balmy air bathed them in the island scents of the ocean and fragrant flowers. They moved together, becoming one with nature. They were the water, the air, the twist of rope, and the slap and slide of skin meeting skin.
Pleasure built like a gathering storm. His cock stretched her and caressed her. Her skin tingled, and her mind emptied of all rational thought as Raz set a pace that left her moaning his name and begging for more, pleading for him to go harder and faster.
They were live wires, sparking hot, ready to ignite.
Yes, yes, yes!
The waves crashed against the shore as her orgasm took hold, and she dissolved into the light, into the sun, into an electric bliss. Everything and nothing existed as she scattered into a million pieces only Erasmus Cress could put back together.
“I’m there. I’m with you,” he rasped against her neck, kissing and sucking the soft skin below her earlobe. He met his release, holding her close, the force of the man filling her as he cried out.
She clung to him, coming down from the heavens.
“That was…” she rasped, barely able to speak.
“That was us, plum. That was love. It was the yab and the yum—the balance we’ve both been searching for, the physical merging with the metaphysical, the energy of every chakra in my body flowing in perfect harmony with yours.”
Wow, he sounded like…like her! She pulled back and stared at the man.
“I was going to say, really damned good, but I like your description better,” she answered, twisting the hair at the nape of his neck.
“How about this for a description,” he said, flashing that cocky grin she’d come to love. “Prepare to be hot, sweaty, and wet. We’re not leaving this stretch of beach for the next three days. It’s noisy yoga time all the time. We’re going to survive on hot fudge sundaes. And when we’re not sleeping, I plan on yabbing the yum right out of you. How does that sound, Miss Wham, Bam, God, I love you, Libby Lamb?”
It sounded like the beginning of forever.
“I love you, you beautifully infuriating beefcake,” she whispered, but just as the words passed her lips, a chill ran down her spine.
What was that?
She loved Erasmus Cress. She did. Her heart was all in, but the little voice in the back of her mind whispered its warning.
Don’t trust a man with your heart.
It was an overreaction—a defensive gesture she no longer needed, right?
Thanks to her father, her past was littered with broken promises, but everything was about to change.
Raz had spoken those exact words.
She ignored the whispers and concentrated on Raz’s warm embrace. She leaned in, a breath away from kissing the man she loved. “Beefcake?” she said, the word floating in the warm air.
“Yes?” he purred as his self-assured smile bloomed into a boyish grin, and she cast her worries away.
She rocked her hips, reveling in the glow of her boxer. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Erasmus Cress. I’m ready for all the yab you can yum.”
Twenty-Nine
Erasmus
Raz gazed out the jet’s window, his mind and his body at peace. A blanket of puffy gray clouds obscured his view of the ground, but it didn’t bother him in the least. He wasn’t concerned with the houses and trees below. He had everything he needed thirty thousand feet in the air. And what was the precious cargo that had him completely enthralled?
His love.
His light.
His Libby.
He was a man in love.
If he’d had it his way and could stop time, they’d remain in this perfect purgatory, soaring through the air.
The clouds broke apart momentarily, and the rocky earth peeked through the sea of gray.
They were close to the Aspen Airport. It wouldn’t be long now. His pulse kicked up as a thread of anxiety wove its way around his heart. He inhaled slowly, then released the breath.
This isn’t the end.
He wasn’t about to lose anything. He and Libby might have left Colorado as two people, but they were returning as one—a couple in love.