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This is something else. Something more.

This was just the tip of the iceberg.

His eyes are still wild. Hooded with weak-kneed post-orgasmic bliss. Locked on mine and feral.

“Thai?” I whisper. It’s a question which meanswhat now, what’s next, what do I do, what are you going to do now…

He reaches for me, and I find out.

Chapter Seventeen

Matthais

That wasthe single most intense orgasm of my life.

For a woman who I had pegged as a dead fish lover, she was…sensual, and erotic. She knew exactly what she wanted and took it from me. No matter how good it felt for me, what she just did to me was forher.

She wanted that. She wanted to touch me. To feel me. To make me come. To watch me come.

And now that she’s gotten that, and I’m finished, she’s starting to think—starting to feel. The what-ifs and what’s next are bubbling up. The realization that she’s doing this withmeis going to hit and she’s going to panic.

And I need to watch her come before that happens. Ineedto feel her come on my fingers.

I grip her by the shoulders and spin her around, walk forward so her sex is clear of the waves. Yank her backward against me, my front to her back. Nestling my subsiding cock between the soft silkiness of her ass cheeks, I slink one arm around her torso and hold her against me. Clutch her breast in my hand and feel the hard pink tips of her nipple against my palm, then tweak it with a thumb as if I’m strumming a guitar string, until she whimpers. God, she’s responsive. So sensitive, especially her nipples. With my other hand, I delve my touch lower and lower, scraping my flattened hand against her belly and over her pubis and the scratchy thin layer of trimmed pubic hair, black as night and tightly curled and beautiful, in a natural wedge shape pointing down to the heaven-land of her tight sex. Her lips are swollen, the nub of her clit prominent.

I kiss her ear, breathe on it. Nip her earlobe. Play with one breast, then the other, toying with and flicking her nipples until she’s gasping with it, and then cupping the weight of one breast, then the other. Meanwhile, I touch a single fingertip to her clit. She whimpers at the lightest of touches.

“You’re gonna come so fast, aren’t you, Delia?” I murmur.

Her head nods sloppily, as if drunk. “Yeah, yeah—ohhh, ohhh god, oh god ohhhhhh god.”

I want her voice. I want her words. I want her to scream. I want her to collapse against me and beg me to stop, to let her stop coming.

I slide two fingers inside her tight channel—and if I needed any further evidence that she was turned by what she’d done to me, her wetness was all the proof I would need. She’s drenched. Slick and squelching as I pierce her with my fingers, delving in with my middle and index finger, curling to scrape my touch against her inside where I discovered she likes it best—high, deep inside against her inner front wall. She’s already shaking, and her knees give out until she sags into my touch, held up almost entirely by my hand on her breasts and the fingers inside her. Plunge my touch hard and fast inside her, against her, rubbing my palm against her taut clit.

She whines, a high tight noise in the back of her throat, and her head hangs backward on my shoulder, and she gives in fully to letting me hold her up, spearing herself hard on my fingers. Faster, and faster, and she’s screaming now, thrashing, hips wild against my hand, on my fingers.

She comes apart with a shrill, deafening scream, wordless and breathless at the end—when she runs out of breath, she sucks in another lungful of salt air and then instead of screaming again, she growls, and holy fuck is that savage growling snarl the most erotic, hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire goddamn sinful life.

I feel something spurt against my palm, and the long low growl breaks apart into a delirious gasp, a disbelieving whimper.

I don’t allow her to stop.

I withdraw my fingers and smear her essence onto her clit and whirl my two sticky fingertips against her sex, faster and faster, but still a light touch.

She thought she was done.

Her second orgasm takes her by surprise, rips through her with sudden bashing ferocity. “Ohhhhhhffffff-fuckfuckfuckfuck,” she growls, “oh god ohh fuck,Thai—what are youdoingto me?”

It’s over as fast as it hits her, and now despite the cold water and cooling air, she’s coated in a sheen of sweat, and she’s gasping breathlessly and whimpering, trembling.

“Holy shit, Thai.”

I keep touching, greedy for one more. Her knees give out spastically, and she grabs my hand with wild strength, gripping my wrist to stop me.

“Stop, stop, stop—no more, please, no more.” She spins in my arms. Collapses against me, and I encircle her with my arms. “Any more and I’ll…god, I don’t know. I just can’t take another one.”

I smell her hair, the sea and the damp hair smell. Feel her soft pliant skin under my hands and against my skin. Her breasts are flattened against my chest. Her nose is buried in my throat.