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  At one point he let go of her hand and dove the dozen or so feet to the sea floor to point out a moray eel that was poking it's head out from its coral cave. Wendy was floating, motionless above him, her hair spread out in a dark halo.

  Drew let himself float slowly to the surface, arms outstretched to catch her as he got closer. They both surfaced and pushed their masks and snorkels off to catch their breath.

  "It's amazing down there!" Wendy exclaimed.

  Her full, red mouth was pulled into a grin that took up half her face, and her thick dark lashes were clumped together in little peaks surrounding eyes that sparkled with almost childish delight. "I think it's pretty amazing up here too,” he said.

  Her smile changed and she gave him a little eye roll. "Right. No makeup, and I probably have a huge red mark from the mask," she said, reaching one hand out of the water to feel the faint red indentation on one cheek. "I'm sure I look super glamorous."

  "No, you don't," Drew said. "But you still look beautiful. And cold," he added, noticing that her usually deep red lips had taken on a purplish hue. "We should get you back in to warm up." He looked at his watch and saw that they'd been out for nearly an hour. Even in the warm waters of the Caribbean, you could catch a chill if you spent too much time in water that was below body temperature.

  Once back on shore they stripped off the masks and slippers and walked the short distance up the beach to the private patio that attached to Drew's villa. He stripped off his swim shirt and retrieved a towel from the stack left by the housekeeping staff, but instead of handing it to Wendy he wrapped it around her shoulders and pulled her into his chest.

  "Now," he said as her cool, wet skin touched his. "Let's see about getting you warm."

  Chapter 7

  Just the feel of Drew's skin against hers was enough to make her forget the goosebumps prickling her skin. The taste of his lips on hers, salty from the sea, the hot warmth of his mouth as he sucked her tongue inside lit a fire that warmed her from the inside out. She tangled her fingers in the thick, damp strands of his hair, felt his fingers tunnel under hers to cup the nape of her neck. She felt a tug and the top of her bikini slipped down. His other hand slid up her back to release the tie at her back.

  It was only as it slipped to the patio that she remembered they were outside, in the middle of the day, the bright afternoon sunlight illuminating them for all the world to see.

  "Wait," she said, pulling away and crossing her arms over her breasts. "I don't want anyone to see. Let's go inside—"

  Drew wrapped his hand around her arm. "Relax." There was a hard look on his face, almost like he was angry. "The villas are designed to be private, inside and out. The only way anyone would see us is if they came right up the beach to the gate."

  Wendy still wasn't sure. She wasn't opposed to sex outside across the board, but these days with phone cameras and Facebook it seemed like everyone was one slip up away from having naked pictures of them all over the internet. "What if—"

  "No one's here, remember? They won't be back for at least a couple of hours. Hell, we could go skinny-dipping in the pool right now and no one would know the difference."

  He pulled her arms away from her chest, his eyes going molten as he took in her naked breasts. "I want to watch you come with the sun shining down on your face."

  She swallowed hard as a jolt of heat hit her right between the legs.

  "Come on, let's rinse off."

  Wendy followed blindly as he tugged at her hand and led her under the eaves that partially shaded the patio. It took her eyes a moment to adjust, but she saw that the stone lined alcove was actually an outdoor shower that led into the villa's masterbath. He turned the nobs and in seconds steam was swirling in the air.

  He dipped under the spray, ducking his head under the nozzle. He was still wearing his board shorts, and the water made the material cling, showing the thick outline of his erection in stark relief.

  "Come here." His voice was a low growl as he yanked her against him so the hot shower engulfed them both. His mouth opened over hers, his tongue thrusting and tangling with hers.

  She closed her eyes against the spray, felt the water run over their joined mouths as the salt taste faded and gave way to sweetness. His hands coursed over her quickly warming skin. His mouth followed, chasing the streams of water that spilled down her chest, over her nipples and down the pale expanse of her stomach. He pressed a hot, open mouth kiss to the spot right below her belly button, and her thighs clenched at the thought of everything he could do with his tongue.

  His tongue flicked out to tease the line where bare skin met her bikini bottom. She threaded her fingers in his hair, smiling as she watched his white teeth close over the end of one of the ties at her hip, then the other.

  He pressed a kiss to the top of her mound. "I've been wanting to do that from the second I saw you this morning. It's like opening up the best Christmas present of my life."

  Wendy bit her lip, rolling her lips a little, yearning for his mouth. "Really? Better than an xbox?"

  "Trust me," he said, his hands sliding along her inner thighs urging them to part, "your box is way better than an xbox."

  Her startled laugh got stuck in her throat as he parted her with his thumbs and sucked her clit between his lips. She leaned back against the slick stone, shuddering as the shower spray glanced off her nipples and sent jolts of heat straight to her sex.

  From this vantage she had a perfect view of Drew's tongue, dipping and thrusting between the swollen lips of her pussy, his full, firm lips closing around her clit, the flex of his cheeks as he sucked on her unbearably sensitive flesh.

  Normally she wasn't big on watching herself have sex, was more inclined to close her eyes and let the sensations take over. But watching Drew, his big, strong body kneeling in front of her like some kind of supplicant, his harshly handsome face so focused as he drover her higher and higher.

  Mesmerized, she watched his fingers slide up the inside of her thigh, could feel but not see them as they teased at the entrance of her body. She moaned in combined pleasure and frustration as they thrust high and hard, stroking, twisting inside her as his tongue lashed her clit.

  She wanted to see... everything. Wanted to see his fingers slipping in and out. Wanted to see his cock sink deep inside then slide back out, covered in her juice.

  "Stop, stop," she said, breathless as she tugged his mouth away from her.

  He looked up, a little dazed.

  She tugged him to his feet with shaky hands. "I want you inside me, now." She forced her fingers to cooperate as she untied the laces at the waistband of his shorts and shoved them down his hips.

  Her hand closed around his cock. Just the feel of it, so thick and hot in her hand was enough to sent a jolt of need to her pussy so fierce it bordered on painful.

  "Hold on," Drew said, pulling away from her grasping hands. He turned off the water and went back inside the bathroom and returned with several foil packets clutched in his right fist.

  "Aren't you coming in?" He gestured with his head to the bathroom which led to the master.

  Wendy grabbed his hand and tugged him in the opposite direction, toward the pair of thickly cushioned teak loungers. "I want to fuck you out here," she said, her voice a husky whisper. "And I want to see everything."

  Drew's gray eyes flared with heat, and he tumbled her back onto a lounger with no further delay. Wendy's giggle at the eagerness that matched her own changed quickly to a gasp of pleasure as the thick club of his erection seared the skin of her belly.

  God, she loved how he felt on top of her, big and huge, capable of overpowering her without even breaking a sweat.

  But he'd had his taste of power last night. Now it was her turn.

  She pressed her hands against his shoulders, urging him to his back. "I want to ride you," she whispered as she sucked his earlobe between her teeth.

  He flipped onto his back and she settled on top, her knees on either side of his legs.
God he was so gorgeous. She took a few moments to drink him in, his face tight with need, every muscle standing out in stark anticipation of her next move.

  And his cock, standing huge and thick from between his slightly parted legs, the broad head dark purple with need and reaching all the way up to his belly button.

  She bent her head, unable to resist one little taste. She watched as her pink tongue met the darker flesh, savored the smooth texture and the salty, musky taste.

  She was tempted to suck him down her throat, pump him in her fist until he came in thick, hot spurts in her mouth.

  But she was selfish.

  She gave him one last soft kiss and sat up, grabbing one of the condoms about to slip from his now slack fist. "Let me," she insisted when he tried to stop her.

  He leaned back on his elbows, his eyes locked on the sight of her slender, delicate hands stroking the latex down the length of his shaft. She could see his throat working as he swallowed hard, see his knuckles standing out, stark white as his hands held the thick cushion in a death grip.

  Gripping him tight around the base, she positioned herself over him, gasping as she watched the broad head slipped between the wet lips of her pussy.

  She braced her hands on his chest, biting her lip at the tight, stretched feeling as she sank all the way down, until their bodies were melded together. She held him there for several seconds, her back arched as her body adjusted to the thick invasion.

  "That's it baby," he said, his voice a low rumble, "take me deep. Take me all the way."

  She kept her head down, angled so she could watch as her hips started a slow, rocking rhythm. She loved watching him sink slowly in, then out, his cock shiny with her juice. She loved the look of his skin, so dark against hers as their bodies came together.

  She loved the sound of his groans rumbling from his chest, the way they melded with her own softer, higher pitched sounds of pleasure.

  Loved how he told her how beautiful she was, how fucking her was better than he could have ever imagined. "Christ, I love how you fuck me," he murmured, leaning up give her nipple a firm tug with his lips. "That's it,' he encouraged her as her hips moved faster, harder as her climax hovered just beyond her reach.

  She watched as he slid his fingers between their bodies and spread her pussy lips to expose the moist, swollen bud of her clit. Her body tightened with every stroke, every cell quivering in anticipation as she watched his thumb circle her.

  "That's it," he whispered as her body started to shudder. "Come on my cock. I want to feel you come around me, squeezing me so tight I can barely move."

  A harsh cry ripped from her throat as she opened her knees wider, trying to take him even deeper as her orgasm rushed through her. His fingers dug into her hips in an almost painful grip as he held himself deep, deep inside of her until the last ripples of her climax faded.

  She sprawled on his chest and it took her several seconds to realize he was still hard as a rock, lodged firmly inside of her. Holding her to him, he sat up and somehow managed to adjust the seatback up even though she was draped bonelessly over him.

  He cupped her face with in his big hands took her mouth in a slow deep, kiss. Despite his earlier urgency he didn't seem in any hurry to come but was content to hold himself inside her, not moving as his lips explored every inch of her mouth, neck, shoulders . "God, I love watching you come," he whispered hotly in her ear. "I love knowing I'm the one who did it."

  There was something in his voice, a note of possession she wanted to ignore but that thrilled her nonetheless. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, shifted a little against him and felt her sexual languor begin to dissipate at the feel of him still so hard and deep inside of her.

  Her pussy gave him a little squeeze, eliciting a grunt of pleasure as he threw his head back, his jaw clenched tight. She started to move, a subtle little rocking, but he held her hips fast. "No, not yet. I want to enjoy you for a little bit longer."

  Her stomach did a little flip at his choice of words. "enjoy you." not "enjoy this" or even "fucking her" but "you." When was the last time, she wondered fleetingly, any of her lovers had truly enjoyed her.

  She shoved the thought away as silly and gave herself a mental kick. Surely there was a joke about how only a lawyer could be so analytical even during sex.

  Then the thought was gone and she wasn't capable of thinking about anything but his big, hard hands cupping her breasts, bringing her nipples to his mouth to lick and suck. He sucked her hard, closed his teeth over her until pleasure danced on the razor's edge of pain.

  Her body came back to searing life as her pussy clenched tight with every firm draw of his lips, milking, squeezing, urging him to move and stop the torture.

  Finally he did, his hips rocking underneath her, driving his cock in short, deep thrusts, barely moving. She ground against him, pressing her clit against the ridge of his pubic bone as her hips circled, on him in a delicious counter rhythm.

  Everything came into sharp focus. The hot sun, the salty breeze, the sounds of the waves lapping on the beach mingling with their harsh breath and low moans of pleasure. She watched a bead of sweat roll from Drew's hairline down his cheek. She was so close she could see every pore in his skin, each whisker that darkened the line of his jaw. She looked down and watched the hard, hair-roughened muscles of his chest graze the red tips of her breasts. The pale skin of her stomach brushed his ridged abs.

  And lower, where their sexes pressed as though fused together.

  He gave another thrust, she gave another squeeze, and then he bucked hard, his muscles pulling tight as his cock twitched and pulsed inside of her.

  Watching his face, his body's reaction, feeling every throb as he came buried deep inside her body, set off another wave of pleasure inside of her.

  It was like nothing she'd ever felt before, as though his pleasure not only sparked hers but became hers, making her cry out as she trembled and shuddered around him in a release that was even more powerful than the first.

  Drew gathered her against him and settled his back against the back of the lounger as they both struggled to catch their breath.

  His big hand splayed across her back and she tucked her head under his chin.

  "That was...." he started.

  "Yeah," she breathed in response.

  "I don't remember the last time I came that hard," he said, as much to himself as to her.

  "Me too," Wendy replied, taking stock of her still shaking limbs, her skin that was still ultra sensitive under his hand. Her eyes drifted shut as she thought back to those last, amazing moments, when he'd been so deep inside her, the way their pleasure seemed to meld and merge, making everything more intense, more amazing. "I've never felt so...."

  Connected.

  She snapped her lips closed before the word escaped. No, no, there was no connection here, or feelings to explore or any of those other horrible cliches that made up ninety percent of the dialogue on dumb shoes like The Bachelor. So even though Drew had been sweet to her—oh, God, who would have thought the words "sweet" and "Drew" would occur in the same phrase in her head—taking her snorkeling, and even though he'd completely rocked her sexual world with not one but two amazing orgasms, there was no room for any connection here.

  It wasn't even like they were friends. Come to think of it, she wasn't even sure if she liked him. She frowned at the thought, wondering what that might say about her.

  Then again, she wasn't even sure he liked her that much. Who cared?

  Not her, she told herself, though the pit that settled in her stomach at the thought said otherwise.

  "Hmmm, you're starting to get a little pink," Drew murmured against the top of her head as he pressed his fingers lightly against the skin of her shoulder. "We should—"

  Wendy pushed herself up from his chest, cutting him off. "I need to get going anyway. They'll be back soon—"

  "They'll be gone for at least two more hours," he said.

  "Yeah, well, I should ch
eck my email and see if anyone has responded to my comments," she said, scrambling for a towel, suddenly self conscious as she felt the bright sun on her naked skin, completely exposed to that icy, penetrating gaze.

  Drew stood up, completely unfazed by his own nudity as he made a quick detour to dispose of the condom. Wendy had managed to get her bikini more or less back into place.

  "Your computer is here, you can check here," he said, an edge to his voice.

  Oh, God, he was almost too tempting, all those rippling muscles, tan everywhere except between his waist and his knees, the contrast somehow making him look even more naked. "No," she said, swallowing hard to moisten a mouth gone suddenly dry. "This has been great, but I really need to go now."

  He looked like he was going to say something then thought better of it, his jaw clenching hard, the muscles in his arms tightening as he folded them across his chest.

  She retrieved her cover up and computer with Drew shadowing her but still saying nothing. On her way out she paused, her hand on the doorknob. "So I'll see you later then?" Inwardly she cringed at her own lameness.

  "Sure," he said curtly, his naked body radiating tension.

  Wendy allowed herself one last, covetous look. Because if she knew what was good for her, this was the last time she'd be anywhere near a naked Drew Walker.

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  Drew stood in that same spot, staring at the door like an idiot for several moments after she left. Fighting back the voice screaming at him to go after her, make her come back here, make her admit that there was something....

  No. He shoved the thought away before it had time to fully form. They'd had had a good time snorkeling and an even better time fucking, and that was it. Sure, he'd couldn't remember the last time he'd come so hard he'd nearly blacked out. And he didn't think he'd ever done it looking into the woman's eyes, tasting her mouth, breathing her breath.

  Feeling so connected it was like he'd not only felt his own orgasm but hers too....

  The peal of his cell phone ringing echoed off the villa's high ceiling, mercilessly yanking him out of whatever sex-induced idiocy he was falling victim to. As he walked to the bedroom to retrieve his phone he shook his head. Connected. Right. All of that new agey bullshit one of the senior partners liked to ramble on about must have invaded his subconscious.