ALANNA STOOD BEFORE FLYNN IN all his marvelous nudity. The first time she’d seen any man completely naked.

She was hooked. Only if it was Flynn.

In one fluid motion, she pulled her shirt over her head. Flynn watched, his wild gaze igniting her confidence. She shimmied out of her deck shorts and kicked off her shoes. He sauntered toward her, ripped a foil packet apart with his teeth, and dropped the rest to the floor.

Standing there in nothing but her underwear and the brilliant gems made her courage stagger. There was nothing to hide behind in the large room. She drew her hands across her stomach.

“Don’t hide yourself from me. You’re beautiful.”

His hot gaze swept up her body, a trail of goose bumps forming in its wake along her skin. He stood in front of her, a mass of muscle and testosterone. He freed her hair from the ponytail holder, teasing his fingers through the strands draped over her frame. A feathery touch from his thumb trailed down her face.

She covered his hand with her own, and kissed his palm. He cupped the nape of her neck entwining his fingers in her hair.

“You are so beautiful, I don’t deserve you,” he whispered, his voice strained. Reaching behind her, his warm fingers skimmed her back and unclasped her bra. The straps loosened, and they fell away.

This is going to happen. Finally going to happen.

He stepped back, taking in her naked body, save for the jewels draped around her collarbone.

“Angelic,” he whispered.

Pulling him forward, she trailed her mouth across his, wanting to savor the taste of the man who’d saved her.

The man I love.

Their lips locked. Then he devoured her. A fall like Geronimo into the depths of him. His ravenous hunger claimed her, raw and possessive. She was lost in him, and never cared to be found again. His fingers traced over her body, on the sides of her breasts and down to her hips. He slipped her panties over her hips, letting gravity finish the rest.

Her heart nearly stopped when he scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bathroom. He set her down outside the shower, and unclasped the necklace, setting it on the counter behind her.

She stepped into the stream, nearly scalding. Her skin took a moment to adjust. Bracing her hands on the sides left her handprints in the fogged glass. Before he came in behind her, he slipped the condom over his shaft.

A fiery twinge sparked between her thighs as he rolled the latex over his thickness. She bit her lip, watching as his delicate tip shifted and stretched under the material.

Will it hurt as much as they say?

She backed into a small shelf, the tile cool against her waist. His massive form filled the shower stall. Sliding his hands beneath her bottom, he lifted her onto the shelf. His eyes darkened with his wet hair. Water streamed down his chest, the trails channeling toward his stiff cock.

“Open for me.”

With his gaze locked solely on hers, he nudged her knees apart. Skimming his fingers up her inner thigh, he didn’t waste time in finding her center, and rubbed her clit. The merciless circling of the little nub made her heartbeat erratic, her whimpers the only sound outside of the endless waterfall of the shower. Electric shocks rocketed through her body, escalating her internal heat to a supernova.

“Flynn.” She closed her eyes, letting the pleasure filter through every muscle. His cock pushed against her hot skin, lengthening with each caress between her thighs. Every time she moaned, he moved faster and pressed harder against her. She slapped her hand against the wall, bracing herself from the dizzy spells invoked by the sweet circles of his thumb.

He groaned with hazy eyes, and positioned his cock at her entrance. “If you need me to stop,” he rasped, “cover my ears.”

Her eyes opened to his desperate expression. Everything in her body ached, her breasts heavy, the need to have him deep inside her overwhelming.

“It’s the only way I know I’ll stop,” he added, his pupils wide.

She nodded and grabbed his shoulder. “I need you. Now.”

The head of his dick spread her entrance, slowly easing her open to his girth. Her body involuntarily rocked forward, squealing for release. Achingly slow, he pushed in, inch by inch stretching her.

She strained through the splinters of pain, and dug her nails into his muscles. Everything winced and tightened. As he filled her to the hilt, he growled. The carnal sound vibrated through her whole body. His eyebrows drew together, and he stilled, his legs trembling.

The pressure inside was so intense, she cried out and dug her nails deeper into his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, love,” he breathed. “Let me know when you want me to move.” He kissed her forehead, and caressed her cheek with his.

But the pain radiated from her epicenter until it almost burned. Alanna reached to cover his ears, but stopped.

I can do this.

She wrapped her arm around his neck instead.

“I need you to move. Slowly.”

“I’ll try.” The creases on his forehead deepened. With hands on her waist, he gently eased out of her, stopping just at her entrance.

The splinters tapered into a dull ache as her body gradually opened for him. The muscles in his arms flexed, his voice straining as he held himself back.

“Again?” he whispered.

He read my mind.

She nodded. “Go a little faster.”

Another steady plunge, and her sheath slowly relaxed. Shocks of pleasure rippled through her core. With each drive and recede, she yielded, giving in to inexplicable warmth captivating her senses.

Every slip in and out of her channel became easier. Wetter. Hotter. Her hips moved in time with his thrusts, and she grabbed his ass to rock him in closer.

She moaned, the hedonistic sound surprising her.

“More. Go,” she panted.

Water poured over his torso, pooled at their joined bodies, and slid down their hips. Every plunge felt deeper, euphoric, yet not nearly enough. She opened her legs wider, desperate to take more of him.

He ducked his head, sucked her nipple in his mouth and nibbled. A whip of electricity surged through her.

“Flynn!” she gasped.

His tongue flicked over her sensitive nub, laved and suckled. When he nipped the tip, her body twitched.

“You taste so good,” he hummed. Moving to other breast, he gave it the same treatment, her right one more sensitive. The sensation zinged straight to her center, an aching fire pooled at the deepest point of his thrust.

“Así, just like that. Mi amor, así.” She raked her hand through his hair, the scorching spray nothing compared to his tongue on her skin.

With the next lunge, he howled, deep and primal. His head tipped back, filling his mouth with water. When he raised his head, something propelled him harder into her tight tunnel. A coil tightened around her spine, almost painful. With every drive, the slow burn built into a raging fire until her gasps turned to little squeals.

“Am I hurting you?”

She shook her head. “Don’t you dare stop.”

He grinned, his divine face almost devilish, and wholly erotic. “Never. I’ll never stop.”

He circled his hips, grinding deeper into her sex, faster in and out. He smothered her lips with his own. Consuming her. Devastating her beyond return.

Oh God, this is too much. Too much heat. I’m going to fall off the edge of the world.

He rammed into her, over and over, harder and harder. The fractals of pain weren’t nearly enough to overcome her appetite for him. She welcomed them, relished them, as this coil of raw heat kept burning. She clutched to the back of his head. Anything to keep from falling. She let out something akin to a sob.

The coil finally burst. She screamed through it, clinging to him.

“Yes! Feel it, Alanna. Feel me.”

He pistoned into her, her channel squeezing and throbbing in toe-curling spasms. Under her fingertips, his muscles tightened. His thrusts grew jerky, erratic. A deep rumble came from his chest, long and guttural.

The sound was so erotic she covered his mouth with hers, savoring his orgasm.

Eventually he slowed, their tongues swirling until they couldn’t breathe. He panted into her neck, keeping his hands firmly gripped on her waist preventing her from falling off the ledge.

Finally, he gazed into her eyes. Everything tingled, and her muscles felt like jelly. She stared into the face of her angel—an angel capable of deliciously dirty things.

“Damn, that was incredible.” A smile split across his cheeks that made her stomach twirl. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

“You took the words right out of my mouth.”

“I’ll take a lot more from your mouth.” He seared his lips to hers, licking her teeth with a small nip on her tongue.

I’ll never get enough of you.

Achingly slow, he eased out of her, holding her on the ledge.

A red streak trickled down in her inner thigh. Her feet slid to the tile floor, and her legs wobbled.

“Shit. I did hurt you.”

She thumbed his chin, making him look into her eyes. “If I wanted you to stop, I would’ve grabbed your ears like you asked. Did I do that?”

He shook his head.

“Then I never wanted you to stop.” She sealed the declaration with a firm, wet kiss. “We’ll clean up in here, and then I’ll take you again on the bed. This time with me on top.”

 

 

 

Flynn shook, his muscles tensing beneath the relentless storm riding his body.

Hurricane Alanna.

He never would’ve anticipated this little fireball would have such an insatiable appetite for sex. He’d opened Pandora’s box of guilty pleasures, and though his body started to protest, he would never ask her to stop.

The mattress swallowed their weight, their lovemaking battling in quicksand. She gripped the headboard for leverage, giving him easy access to massage her nipple with one hand and suckle on the other. A relentless teasing that drove them both further to climax. That was his favorite part—seeing them harden into tiny mountains until they turned a deep crimson. That meant she was close. Next, she’d start whimpering, which would turn into little cries right before she’d scream through the orgasm.

After the shower, they’d moved to the bed, then against the tilted windows overlooking the ocean, then back on the bed. For the full afternoon, they basked in each other.

She was insatiable. Flynn was stunned he had any fluids left. Not to mention they were running low on condoms.

But he couldn’t resist her. After the long, seven hours in the engine room, he was so relieved to see her safe at the lunch table, and still thankfully unaware of what he uncovered and the threat with Liang Wen. Something had changed inside him. Softened. Opened to the possibility of more. More than just his reclusive life on the seas. More than his habit of avoiding intimacy for fear of rejection.

Straddling him, folds curled around his stiff cock. The carnal tension made him moan.

Her long, dark hair fell over her shoulder, skimming the top of her peaked nipple, her eyes closed in rapturous delight.

Dammit, she looked magnificent.

He didn’t know what would happen tomorrow, or even later that night. The captain could toss them both ashore at the next port, turn them in to authorities, or worse just put a bullet in each of their heads.

How could he leave this world without having tasted the delectable dessert of Alanna?

She arched her back through a long moan. He hardened further, stretching more at the sweet sound, and massaged her swollen breasts. The deepest part of her channel was tight, milking him of everything he had. She wrapped her hands over his, rubbing them harder into her chest. The rhythm of her hips increased, and she hissed through her teeth.

“Asi, asi. More.” Her mocha eyes opened and pierced him straight to his gut. His cock twitched inside her. He thrust upward just as she ground into him. With a soft yelp, she braced her hand on his chest. It was too much for her; too much for him. She cried out, her face contorting into an expression he’d never seen. Both on the edge of oblivion, one more thrust and they’d pitch over into spine-tingling pleasure.

One…more…surge.

With a howl, he fell off the world. His sac tightened and seed spilled out, hot and relentless into Alanna’s tight sheath. Then her hand covered his ear. The nerve endings prickled across his brain. He jerked his head away as the rush of ejaculation rocked his body.

“Flynn, stop.” Her words were muffled, but he heard them through the pounding between his ears. He forced himself to stop moving, but the spurting continued. His body jerked and shuddered until they finally subsided.

She chose the one moment when I couldn’t stop. When I have no control.

“Did I hurt you?” he panted.

Her chest rose and fell, her hair tousled around her shoulders. She chuckled. “It was a little too rough there at the end.”

He carefully lifted her off him, and she winced.

“I’m sorry.” He set her next to him.

“That’s your full power,” she beamed. “Damn, that was hot.” She curled her body into his, her face flushed and glorious. A strand of her hair fell over her smile, which she moved back into place. She laid a soft kiss on his lips, and then reclined on the pillows.

Flynn escaped to the bathroom to clean up and discard the latest condom. He returned with a damp cloth to clean her silky center. Her vulva was plump, pink, and wet. So beautiful. The urge to lick and lave there nearly overwhelmed him. She trembled when he caressed the area with the warm towel.

A gasp escaped her, followed by a giggle. “Mmm, more.”

He smiled and wiped her again, her moan like a love song to his ears.

“I could listen to your sounds for days.”

She laughed. He climbed in beside her and held her until she drifted to sleep. Her legs entwined with his, naked and beautiful in his arms.

No dream can hold a candle to Alanna.