Page 41 of Enticing Her Love

She wanted to make him lose his mind for her.

Determined to reclaim a modicum of control, she clung to his shoulders, moving faster, riding him harder. He gritted out a curse, hips jackhammering, water splashing around them. He tugged her head back by her hair, sending white-hot shocks through her core, and sank his teeth into her neck, catapulting her into a world of cataclysmic explosions. “Flynn—” He continued pounding into her, heightening her pleasure, until she cried out again, the loud indiscernible sound echoing around them.

His fist tightened in her hair. “Open your eyes.”

She did, and his hungry eyes pierced through her. “I want you to see me and remember who’s making you feel so good.”

“As if I could forget?”

His eyes flamed, and their mouths collided in a feast of need and greed as he drove into her so hard, she knew she’d feel him for days, and she relished the thought of it. He fucked her faster, rougher, so perfectly, another orgasm came crashing down on her. Her hips bucked as her inner muscles clamped around his cock. “Fuck, Sutton,” he growled, slowing them down. “Fuuck.”

“Don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop.” She was already chasing another high, so lost in them, she didn’t care if she was speaking in tongues.

“I’m not going to stop. I’m going to fucking lose it.” With a sinful, guttural sound, he pounded into her. She clung to him, his every muscle corded tight, and his next thrust sent them both over the edge. His name flew from her lungs as he gritted out hers like a curse. She felt every jerk of his cock, every gust of his breath, as they rode out their pleasure. When she collapsed, boneless against him, his chin fell to his chest, and those strong arms that had held her up gently cradled her.

“Jesus, Sut.” He buried his face in her neck, pressing a kiss there.

“Hm?” was all she could manage.

He slid his hand up her back and into her hair, giving a playful tug. “I have a feeling we’re in big trouble.”

She whispered, “Thoroughly fucked.”

“Catch your breath, sweetheart. We’re just getting started.”

AFTER A SECOND round of incredible sex, Flynn sat by the water keeping watch as Sutton lay on her stomach on the rocks writing in her journal. Her hair was gathered over one shoulder, one leg bent at the knee, her foot bobbing slowly toward the ground and then back up. The afternoon sun glistened on her back, and that sexy pink-and-white bikini was begging to be stripped off by his teeth.

She was even more beautiful when she was sated and relaxed like this, while he was flying high, like a wild animal that had been restrained from the only thing he’d wanted and had finally broken free. Now that he knew what she felt like wrapped around him as she shattered in his arms, he craved even more of her. A deeper connection. He had two days to fill his well. Two days to capture the moments like this, when her guard was nowhere in sight.

Pushing to his feet, he turned on the video camera, panning from her gorgeous head to her adorable feet. She was engrossed in whatever she was writing, her pen sailing across the page. “Doodling my name?”

“Hardly.” She didn’t turn around or stop writing.

“Yeah, that would be juvenile. You’re a reporter, far too detail oriented for that. I’m guessing it’s more along the lines of”—he raised his voice an octave—“Flynn Braden is so hot. I can’t wait to get down and dirty with him again.”

She closed the journal and rolled onto her side, shielding her eyes from the sun. Her smile faltered. “You’re filming this? Are you crazy? Delete it!”

“Chill.” He didn’t stop filming. “This is my personal camera, and damn, Steele. You’re sexy when you’re pissed.”

“Then you must think I’m sexy often.”

You have no idea how right you are. “Have you made your pros and cons list about us yet?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I’ll take that as a yes. How’d I do?”

She sat up, wrinkling her nose adorably, and held out her hand, wobbling it from side to side.

“Seriously? Let me help you. Pro. Never has trouble getting wood.”

“I wrote something about you being a dick. Does that count?”

He pointed the camera at himself as he lowered himself down beside her. “That’s how she says she loves me.” Keeping the camera at arm’s length, he filmed both of them. “Sutton Steele, what kind of advice do you have for anyone who might come to the rainforest with their boss?”

A rascally spark flickered in her eyes. “Come to the rainforest, or come in it?”

Man, she was amazing. “Your choice.”