Page 37 of Turn the Tide
He squeezed, gently. Just to be contrary, probably. But it stoked the craving, turned her into a needy mess, and made her forget everything else.
Something about a rough man being gentle was an extreme aphrodisiac.He could kill me. But he won’t.
Okay, that was crazy.
But good.
His fingers on her nipples sent a harmony ofOhs from their mouths. Had she ever been this out of control?
With a weird Alice in Wonderland swirl, the day came back to her. All of it: the worry, the fear…the heart-pumping fear. And now this—half-naked on his lap in the cool island wind. She moved faster, bucked when he pinched her again, and then slowed when he worked a hand back down to her belly.
His eyes on her asked permission, and, totally shameless now, she urged him on. “Yeah. Touch me. Oh, please touch me.”
To his credit, the man didn’t need to be told more than once. And he may be slow, but somehow that measured, calm rhythm fed into that ruthless efficiency she’d witnessed earlier to create a combustible combination.
The position was awkward, but he managed to work his hand into her pants, and…
That was not a pretty moan.
He smiled. “You like it?” He lifted his hips, pressed himself hard against her, and withdrew, eliciting another sound from her and a low, hungry hum from him.
“I could get addicted to this.” She wondered if he was even aware he was talking. “So…needy. I mean,lookat you.”
Did he expect her to respond? Impossible.
“This works for you?” Was he going to talk now? Because that would surely throw her over the limit. “You like my hand on you like this?”
“Yeah” was apparently all she could say. But he seemed to like it.
“’Cause I could do this all day. This.” He pinched her nipple purposefully and, after a few more slow turns of his thumb, asked, “What else do you need?”
“This.”
“Just this or…” He lifted his hips, pressing his hard length against her, and everything pulled in tight.
“Oh, no, I’m going to… I’m going to, Eric.”
“Yeah.” He moved faster, getting friction going between them. So close to penetration, she could almost feel it.
And then he lifted her breast to his mouth, sucked it hard while his thumb went into overdrive, and everything came together…
For a good five or six seconds, she wondered if something had exploded nearby—fireworks, or maybe the rig had blown. Color blasted at the edges of her vision, and every muscle contracted, arching her back, forcing her against him, catching his hand in that tight space between their bodies. When the initial rush started to ebb, he gave her another flick, and the surge was as instantaneous as pain but twice as hot.
By the time she came down from the most singularly spectacular orgasm of her life, Zoe Garcia was halfway in love.
For the first time since this thing had started, the cool air was less than comfortable, as was the ground beneath her knees. She shook her head, blinked a few times, and took a deep, satisfied breath before meeting his eyes.
“So, that kiss,” he said with a satisfied half-smile. “In exchange for me saving your life?”
She blinked for a few seconds before getting what he was saying. “Um. Yeah.”
He cocked his head and narrowed his eyes at her. “Would you say we’re about even now?”
Something warm and sweet rolled up through her, and she couldn’t stop herself from grinning. “Not even close.”
