...The corner of his mouth lifted. Even in the shadows of the small room, his eyes picked up what little light there was turning the already gorgeous brown into soft, velvety chocolate. Reed’s eyes. Bedroom eyes. Framed by dark, silky lashes and trim brows. Eyes that smiled when he looked at her. Eyes that liked what they saw.

“What do you think?” she whispered as she tilted her head upward in an unspoken invitation. The message was clear.

“I think…” The rest was lost to her ears as Reed kissed her. If he meant to distract her from the subject, he was doing a damn good job. From the moment his lips touched hers, the longing that sparked her slow-burning desire yesterday ignited into an intense heat. She wrapped her arms around him. Holding Reed seemed so…right. Whether it was here in the dark silence, or naked and madly splashing around in the water, her body responded to him as it always had—with aching, physical need, and the necessity to quench an unspoken thirst. It may not be the right thing to do at that moment, but the time had come to strengthen the lifelong bond between them.

Reed said nothing, nor did she protest when he inched her over to the narrow bed. She felt the backs of her bare knees touch the edge of the mattress. If he took her into that bed now, there would be no going back.

She interrupted the kiss to make sure he understood the rules. “I’ve waited for this for years,” she admitted.

“Are you sure, Jenn?”

Her swift fingers answered by undoing his shirt buttons.

He took a ragged breath and shed his shirt. “I knew sooner or later it was going to come to this. I’ve always known.”

Jenny laid a kiss between his solid pecs. “Good. That makes two of us. So there’ll be no regrets later.”

“None!”

She moved her mouth across his hot skin until she captured a nipple. She gently suckled it, flicking her tongue across the tip and loving the sound of Reed groaning. “And I promise to respect you in the morning.”

“I don’t care if you toss me in the gutter and piss on me, Jenny Porter. Just help me get out of these pants!”

No sooner had he spoken than her fingers flew to his waistband. She delighted in the feel of his erection along the track of his fly. Just as she’d always imagined. Long, hot and hard. Had he been like this yesterday as he stared down at her? His cock jumped and he flinched as she squeezed him. She located the zipper tab and lowered it. Reed loosened his belt and in seconds his pants were pooled around his ankles. He stepped out of his pants. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around her and lowered them both to the bed.

Reed’s body on top of hers was exactly what she’d been craving. All the pent up emotions and exhaustion came out in a sexual energy she didn’t know she possessed. They devoured each other in a frenzy. Hands roaming over bare skin. Lips touching and branding scented flesh. The taste and smell of high arousal mingled together.

This first time would be fast, furious. An impatient coupling fuelled by an unspoken passion and long-simmering lust. An addiction fed by yesterday’s taste and stoked by the hours they’d spent apart.

Jenny spread her legs as Reed’s hand reached between her thighs.

He breathed against her neck. “I knew it. God, I just knew it. There’s nothing under the scarf.”

“Sarong,” she corrected.

“I don’t care. And slick—” His fingers slid teasingly between her vulva. “I’ll bet there’s a wet spot on the rock.”

“I’ll bet you’re right.”

“And you’re so swollen and ready. Geez, your clit is like a little pearl.” Jenny thought she would die when he brushed his thumb across the nub.

“Jenny, I’m sorry! I need to take you right now. I can’t wait any longer. I need to feel your pussy around me.”

“And I want you inside me, Reed. I want you. I want you to fuck me.”

He needed no more urging. She felt the wide, wet tip of his cock slip between her lower lips. He thrust home, filling her channel, stretching her muscles as he drove deeper inside her. It was just as much a fulfillment for him as it was for her.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he begged.