All the while, her hands roamed over his lean but muscular body, smoothing over hard flesh and warm skin. Though she’d touched him before, this time she felt a measure of possession. His body was hers, at least for tonight. And in turn, she surrendered herself to him.
They held off for as long as they could, each of them bringing the other closer and closer to release, touching and teasing. When she finally sheathed him, Sophie was almost dizzy from the need. He turned her away from him, tucking her against his body, his lips pressed to her nape. Then, ever so slowly, Trey entered her.
The sensation was more powerful that she’d ever experienced before. And as he began to move, Sophie had to keep herself from dissolving into her orgasm. Trey whispered her name softly, telling her how much he wanted her, how much he needed her.
His hands drifted to her breasts and then to the damp spot between her legs. But Sophie was so close that she couldn’t bear to have him touch her. She wanted the feelings to last far longer than they ever could. Days, weeks, months would never be enough.
“Tell me you want me,” he murmured, his breath warm against her shoulder.
“I do,” Sophie said, arching back against him. “Oh, God, I want you so much.”
It was nearly impossible to get any closer to him, the hammock cradling them both. Sophie knew he was almost there and this time, when his hands drifted lower, she allowed him to touch her.
Her orgasm came quickly, like a bolt of lightning, sending a current through her limbs until she trembled with ecstasy. Spasm after spasm rocked her body and a moment later, Trey followed after her, moaning her name as he surrendered.
The pleasure seemed to go on and on, long after they’d both been satisfied. For Sophie, this time had been different. This wasn’t just sex. It was an expression of her feelings for Trey, of her trust and her affection for him.
Sophie listened as his breathing gradually slowed. Trey pressed a kiss to her shoulder and sighed. “Say it,” he whispered.
“I love you.” The words were so simple, yet so powerful. But she barely had to think before they formed a sentence and became true.
“I love you,” he replied.
Sophie didn’t care whether it was the truth or not. For now, in this moment, it was. And though their feelings for each other might not last past morning light, they would last the rest of the night and that was enough.
TREY SLEPT SO SOUNDLY, he didn’t stir when Sophie crawled out of the hammock. As he opened his eyes to the early morning light, he realized she wasn’t lying next to him anymore. He raked his hands through his hair and brushed the sleep out of his eyes before swinging his feet to the floor.
He was still naked and the breeze off the ocean was cool on his skin. He rubbed his chest, surprised at how smooth his skin was from the
Trey smiled sleepily. It was odd to wake up and find himself alone. Usually, he was the one who crept out well before dawn, preferring to finish out the night in his own bed, alone.
Drawing a deep breath, he stretched his arms over his head and worked a kink out of his back. Though the hammock had kept them close, it wasn’t the most comfortable place to sleep. His thoughts shifted to the big four- poster in his hotel suite, with the down pillows and crisp cotton sheets. He’d like to wake up with Sophie there.
Trey walked to the door of the cottage and peeked inside, then turned and stared out over the lagoon. There was just enough light to see the outline of the atoll, and Sophie standing at the edge of the water.
She was naked, the low light creating a silhouette over her curves. The stiff breeze tangled her hair, whipping it around her head. For a moment, Trey wished he’d had a camera with him to capture the scene. She looked like an island princess, a sacrifice to the gods of passion, her tanned limbs and dark hair a contrast to the white sand that surrounded her.
He’d thought the sunset had been beautiful the evening before, but this was just breathtaking. Closing his eyes, he committed the scene to memory, burning the image into his brain so it would be there for years to come.
What was she thinking? Was she looking for the rescue plane to come and take them both off the island? Or was she thinking about last night and the pleasure they’d shared? Her words still echoed in his head.
It was just a silly sentence, a Christmas gift that expired at the end of the evening. But it felt so real, he mused. And when he had returned the sentiment, there was no guilt or regret in his heart. He’d wanted to say those words again and again. But now, in the light of day, Trey wasn’t sure what to do.
Now he knew what it was like to make love to a woman. Though he’d seduced more than his fair share, love had never been part of the equation. Sophie had changed that. The connection between them had been so intense, so perfect and pure, that Trey couldn’t imagine ever feeling that same way again with anyone else.
He slowly sat down on the top step, his eyes fixed on her, his mind running through what might happen in the next four or five hours. In truth, he would have been happy to kidnap her, to take her back to Tahiti, lock her in a hotel suite with him, and figure out exactly how they felt about each other.
But Trey was afraid the moment they returned to civilization, they’d both realize what they’d shared was some silly fantasy. People didn’t fall in love in the course of a day. Their situation had merely made them vulnerable to the illusion of love.
It seemed like the perfect solution, but only if Sophie went along willingly. But would forcing the issue be the right choice? Or should he take a few steps back and woo her slowly? He could find more than enough excuses to stay in the islands for a week or two. Certainly, after that, he’d know where they stood.
Hell, he’d never really had to work to get what he’d wanted from a woman. It had always been so simple. They went after him and he was happy to oblige for as long as it suited his fancy. But with Sophie, he felt like a rookie, desperate to get into the game, yet not fully aware of the strategy.
Trey groaned softly. How the hell had he managed to go through nearly thirty years of living without ever figuring out how to fall in love? He wanted her in his life, but he wasn’t sure what he had to offer. A marriage proposal was beyond his current capabilities. A simple promise to make her happy might work.
Maybe it was best to just wait, until they got back. Then, everything was sure to make sense in his head. He pushed off the steps and walked to the edge of the lagoon. Standing behind her, Trey slipped his arms around her waist.
His touch didn’t startle her. Instead, she reached back and wrapped her arm around his head, twisting her fingers through the hair at his nape. “They’ll be coming for us soon,” she murmured.
Her backside nestled against his hips, the soft flesh pressed into his cock. He closed his eyes and drew in a slow breath. “I know. I’m going to miss this place.”
Sophie laughed softly. “Me, too.” She turned in his arms. “We could always come back.”
Trey gazed down into her mesmerizing eyes. It was the first time she’d ever acknowledged the possibility of a future together and he took it as a hopeful sign. “We could. But next time, we’re going to bring better food. And wine. And ice for the champagne.”
“And a softer place to sleep,” she mentioned.
“And more clothes,” he said.
Sophie shook her head. “I was just thinking maybe we had too many clothes. It might be nice to spend the whole vacation naked.”
“You’re right,” he said, glancing down at her naked body. He dropped a kiss on her lips, his palm cupping her breast. “Who needs clothes?”
“We will today,” she said. “They won’t take us back to Tahiti if we’re naked.”
Trey smoothed his hands from her torso down to her thighs. “So where are your clothes, Sophie? If we don’t get dressed, they might just leave us both here for a little longer.”
She turned in his arms again, wrapping his embrace more tightly around her. “Will you buy this island for your resort?” she asked, her gaze scanning the landscape.
“I don’t think it’s right for the resort,” Trey answered. “But I wouldn’t mind making a personal investment in the local real estate.”
She looked at him over her shoulder, frowning. “I don’t understand.”
