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Her head lolled back on his shoulder, her sharp cry piercing through the maelstrom of noise. Another lightning bolt lit up the world, her eyes glowing. He dropped his hands and pushed a finger deep inside her, the welcoming wetness telling him exactly how ready she was.
Widening his stance behind her, he guided his dick to her core, then slammed into her with all the brutal ferocity she craved. Her shriek of encouragement pushed him straight to the brink. Along with their rain-slicked skin, the wind howling around them and the thunder rumbling ever closer, he wasn’t holding back.
She met him stroke-for-stroke, her backward thrusts creating a delicious, hot friction that made the cold wetness around them barely noticeable.
His balls tucked up high and he reached between her legs to knead her clit, the magic button instantly making her come while giving him the same luxury. This round might be quick and brutal, the next round wouldn’t be. She screamed into the storm and he grunted as his seed poured inside her, his eyes closing at the intense pleasure coursing through him.
He leaned over her, taking a moment to enjoy the warmth of her back on his chest while the rain swept down his spine and plastered his hair to his head. He kissed the side of her neck and she twisted her head a little so that their mouths connected, the kiss deep and lingering.
Another lightning bolt lit up the sky, highlighting his wife’s nude perfection, the crack of thunder vibrating the deck underfoot. He caressed her face and gently withdrew from her. “We should probably go inside now.”
She didn’t object when he bent and lifted her into his arms, then carried her across the deck, through the opened glass sliding doors that led inside the kitchen. He continued into the bedroom without breaking stride.
She giggled. “We’re dripping on everything!”
He placed her in the middle of the mattress and followed her down. “Who cares?”
Lightning continued flickering on-and-off, the bedroom lighting up like it was day, then night, then day again. Her eyes gleamed, her small smile filled with humor. “Clearly not you.”
“Then you’d be right. I don’t sweat the small stuff. I have bigger picture problems to solve.”
She tensed beneath him, and he smiled. His smart little wife was overthinking things now. Time to remedy that.
He pressed kisses to her brow, to her eyelids, and then worked on her mouth until she opened up to him and his tongue bumped and danced against hers. Then he was moving down her jaw, her throat, before he concentrated on each of her quivering, heavy breasts, where he sucked her nipples into sharp diamond points.
She gasped. Not good enough. He moved further down, swirling his tongue around her navel and dipping inside. She jerked and moaned. He continued kissing down, pushing her legs apart with his hands then thumbing open her outer petals to the glory within.
Her drawn-out, shuddery gasp when he licked her in one long stroke was music to his ears. But her cry when he focused on her clit was the ultimate grand finale.
He leaned closer. Had she forgotten about the double encore?
Chapter Eighteen
Arabelle drifted in a hazy, orgasm-induced sleep, where very little penetrated the many layers of darkness pressing down on her. But then something niggled and gnawed at her, a sense of urgency that shook her out of her comfort zone then held her in its grip, tearing her through the void.
Her eyelids flicked apart as Mahindar paced back and forth, his cell phone pressed to his ear. She stayed still, silent, as his voice washed over her, masculine, yet clipped and slightly accented. And oh so Sexy.
In that unguarded moment, he reminded her of a wild and gorgeous desert cat, sleek, tough and menacing, but smart and resourceful, too. Few would mess with him.
He stopped, his shoulders as tight as his voice. “It’s obviously become a matter of urgency. Just…I’ll handle it. Keep me informed.” He nodded, a reflex action to affirm whatever it was the person on the other end told him. Then he finished with a curt, “We’ll leave within the hour. See to it the jet is ready to go.”
He disconnected and her stomach roiled. What on earth was going on? She sensed he hadn’t been lying when he’d said he wanted this honeymoon with her to get to know one another. He wouldn’t be cutting it short unless it was of utmost importance.
The wordurgencyhad been used, a little voice reminded.
“I guess you heard we’re leaving?” he asked brusquely.
She blinked and focused on him. “I did,” she admitted. “Is something wrong?”
He folded his arms and nodded. “I’ll tell you everything on the flight home. For now though, you’d better get dressed. I’ll organize someone to pack our things while I make us some coffee and toast.”
She nodded obediently, leaving the warmth of bed to drag on soft gray pants and black ankle boots, then a thin cream shirt followed by a gray woolen shawl for the layers that were often needed when travelling. On impulse she clipped on a fine gold choker, which looked lovely against her lightly tanned skin.
She sighed. She’d miss the private beach. She’d miss their privacy, period.
At least they had time for a lingering cup of coffee and hot, buttery toast on the deck while hired staff arrived to pack away their clothes and toiletries.
The dawn sun glinted on the now gentle waves, creating effervescent flashes and sparkles in the water that were almost blinding, the odd whiff of the briny ocean offsetting last night’s rain, which had washed everything in a fresh scent. A pelican landed in the water and lifted a wing, using its huge, ungainly beak to preen its feathers.
