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It was like he’d found home, with Romy’s arms around his shoulders, her heart beating against his chest, and her soft thighs around his hips.

Stone rubbed against her, delighted at how her body bucked, eager for more. And more is what he would give her.

He pushed into her as she pulled him closer, wrapping herself around him in ways no woman had ever done before. Driving him all the way until they both shuddered, holding onto each other until she could stretch to accommodate him, before he slowly rocked into her.

It was an out-of-body experience unlike any other, starting again with some slow kissing, while waist-deep in the cool water in the heart of paradise. It was a dance he’d never expected from anyone, yet it felt so right with her.

Across his back and shoulders, her small hands set his skin on fire, while freezing out all the bad thoughts of his past and those of the future. He could only focus on the now, which was everything to do with this goddess in his arms.

His fingers slid over her hips, skating across her smooth, supple skin as if creating a heat map of all the places he wanted to explore, while eliciting such a mind-blowing pleasure. Never had he been so driven to possess all of someone.

He may have rocked into her, that push and pull that was a delicious friction, yet she was the one riding him. Controlling him in ways that his body couldn’t help but react to her, and how she then reacted to him.

He couldn’t get enough of her, even with that feeling of chasing what little time they had left between them.

He was in deep, not just in body, but his soul, as his mouth grazed over each breast, getting off on her moans, and the sexy way her neck arched back, how her heaving chest barely breached the water.

He became completely entranced by his hands moving up and down her breasts, her ribs, watching how her lungs heaved, and how her hips bucked while she pushed herself further down onto him.

But then she yanked him back to kiss him in a way that wasn’t sweet or soft, but exhilaratingly hungry.

Her lips moved frantically against his, burning him up in unfamiliar ways—where she was the one holding him captive, while changing the rules on him, meeting him like an equal, yet taking charge as if their lips were at war with each other.

Nipping. Sucking. Kissing. Riding. Plunging. The rhythm freaking perfection.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Grabbing her hips as her hands rested on his pecs, the sensations collided, making his nerves sing as he drove deeper inside her to elicit a delicious moan from this precious minx.

Her hips bucked as he let his fingers work their magic on her, again loving the way she squirmed and writhed in his arms. Delighting in how she was so incredibly responsive to his touch.

He knew where to touch her, where soon everything around him clenched tight. Her legs. Her arms. Her hands in his hair, while vibrations racked her body as he pumped deeper and harder, hoping to draw out her orgasm for as long as he could.

When she bit down on his ear, his control exploded. One hard push, and his body ignited like dynamite, emptying inside her until she trembled around him as if in her own freaking earthquake, sending out ripples across the water in all directions.

Yet, the emptiness he felt when he left her body had him craving to take her again. It felt like he’d been here before with her, like he’d known her body for years, as she did with him. It was like they were made just for each other. Which was impossible.

Especially when life had a way of ripping away all the good in his world, that there was no way Stone would risk that again—not with Romy. But that thought could wait until morning.

Instead, he scooped her up and carried her to his bed to settle in for another long kiss goodnight.