Page 71 of Pervade Montego Bay

My entire body shuddered as the intensity of the orgasm claimed me.

My breathing ragged, I sank back into the water, into Xavier’s arms. Wrapping my legs around his waist again, I wriggled closer until I felt the tip of his erection. With one shove he was inside me.

We rocked against each other and the sensations felt so good. I rested my forehead against his as we moved slowly, savoring our pleasure.

Digging my fingernails into his back, I felt Xavier shiver as he began to move faster. My body responded to his fevered thrusts and I focused on the rising pleasure, the drive to reach oblivion…

Xavier whispered, “I love you.”

I came hard, gripped by unrelenting shudders as pleasure rippled through my body. Xavier stilled and spilled his heat inside me.

We pulled back a little, both of us breathless and searching each other’s faces as though needing to know this was real, our grins wide with joy.

“I’m sorry for everything, Em.”

“Me too.”

“You had every right to be on that yacht. To pursue your dream.” He dipped his mouth to kiss mine.

I whispered, “Don’t ever leave me again.”

“Never.”

Xavier’s promise caused a rush of happiness to surge up inside me. Our hearts had drawn us back together. Surely this proved we were meant to be.

He rested his forehead against mine. “I want James to be this happy.”

“Me too,” I agreed. “More than anything.”

“Go get him.” He nodded with conviction. “Tell him we won’t take no for an answer.”

I pushed myself up and out of the pool. Grabbing a towel, I dried myself off and then dropped it on a lounger. Not caring that I was stark naked, I padded toward the house.

I hurried through the kitchen door and then stopped in my tracks when I saw James wasn’t alone. Mortified, I put one arm across my breasts and my other hand between my thighs.

“Em.” James turned to look at the tall, handsome man standing opposite, and threw him an apologetic glance.

The stranger respectfully turned his back on me.

James yanked off his T-shirt and tossed it to me. “Put this on.”

Quickly, I tugged his shirt over my head and dragged it all the way down until it covered my thighs. “Sorry, I didn’t know you had a visitor.”

“It’s fine.” The young man turned around to face me and gave me a reassuring smile. “I’m naked under my clothes, too.” He winked to lessen the tension.

I laughed and looked over at James. He rolled his eyes.

The stranger was beautiful and had the kindest brown eyes. He was in his late twenties, maybe. He was dressed in “island garb”—a white shirt and beige khakis.

I realized this might be the man Xavier had been with all this time.

“I’m Emily.”

“Louis.” He threw a wry smile over at James, who gave him a nod.

Xavier burst into the kitchen and stopped abruptly. He’d wrapped a towel around his waist and dried off a little, his dark blond hair sticking up all crazy.

“Hey, Louis.” He came to stand behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.