She ran her hand over his cheek and strong jaw, loving the feel of stubble against her palm as they moved together. “You feel so good. So much better than I ever imagined.”
“You actually imagined this before?”
She might die of embarrassment, but she also didn’t want to lie about it. “Yes. Many times.”
He grinned and kissed her softly. “Were we doing it like this?”
“Sometimes.”
He lowered his head and nestled his face in the crook of her neck, resting his body weight against her center, applying the right pressure. “Tell me, Alli. Tell me more.”
The tension in her body was building so fast, she was a little appalled that he expected her to answer, let alone weave together the many stories she kept in her head. “In my imagination, you’re perfect. You know exactly how I like it. How deep.” She bit down on her lip as he punctuated her own statement with a forceful thrust. “You know that I love feeling your mouth all over my body. My neck. My breasts.”
He raised his head, kissing his way from her collarbone to her nipple, swirling his tongue around the tight and sensitive bud. “Like this?”
He switched to the other side, giving it a gentle tug with his teeth and sending a verifiable wave of electricity right between her legs.
“Yes.” Yes yes yes yes yes. Her breaths became sharp and short. The peak was chasing her down the way a lion seeks its prey. It wasn’t just physical right now. Knowing she could say something, and that Zane would follow her cues, was almost too much. She was drunk on power and craving the release.
He took her nipple between his lips and sucked harder while taking more deep strokes. That was enough to push her over the edge, and her head thrashed back on the pillow, the delicious reward spreading through her body, wave after wave. Zane drove deeper and more deliberately, and she was still knee-deep in the pleasure when he came, burying his face in her neck and arching his back. His entire body froze for a moment before he collapsed on top of her and rolled to her side.
“That was amazing,” she said, her chest still heaving. She was pretty proud of herself for putting together so many words. Her brain could hardly function right now.
“It was unbelievable. Just knowing that you thought those things about me. I had no idea it would be such a turn-on.”
She immediately rolled to her side, planting her hand in the dead center of his chest. “Don’t you dare make fun of me for it.”
“Are you kidding? I would never do that. What guy doesn’t want a sexy woman to tell him the things she’s fantasized about, especially when she’s imagined doing those things with him?”
She was filled with a surprising amount of pride. “Okay. Good. I was a little worried.”
His adorable smile crossed his face. He reached out and tucked a tendril of her hair behind her ear. “Don’t worry. I’m just in awe of you, I swear.”
She knew she was grinning like a fool. She could see the tops of her own cheeks. Her face hurt. In fact, she was so giddy, she couldn’t think of a thing to say.
“What are you thinking?” He smoothed his hand over her bare belly. Even in the warm afterglow, she wanted more of him.
“That I hope we don’t get rescued anytime soon. Or ever.” It was the truth. She could stay here forever and be happy. She didn’t need another thing in the world right now. It was a scary admission to make to herself. She knew what it meant—she’d been fooling herself when she’d decided that one time with Zane would be enough.
He smiled and laid another devastating kiss on her. “I don’t want to get rescued, either.”
Eight
Zane woke to the sound of her name.
“Allison!”
It had to be part of a dream, he guessed, but then she curled into him, snuggling her face against his chest, and he didn’t question it. He stroked her hair and pulled her closer, inhaling her sweetness. He wanted to bottle up her smell and carry it with him everywhere.
“How do you do that?” she asked.
“Do what?” He was still drifting in and out of sleep.
“Make it sound like you’re shouting at me from far away when you’re actually right here.”
“Huh?”
“Allison Randall! If you can hear me, say something!”
That was when Zane realized it was a man’s voice calling Allison’s name, and it was coming from outside the house.
Allison shook his arm. “I think someone has come to rescue us.”
Still half-asleep and bleary-eyed, Zane could see that the sun was peeking between the clouds. The storm had passed. They were alive. “What? Where?” Zane sat up and shook his head to rid himself of the mental cobwebs. “Hurry. They’re probably wondering where in the hell we are.”
Both naked, they scrambled for their clothes. As much as Zane had hoped for a sexy morning with Allison, it appeared that was not going to happen. They raced to get dressed, Zane finishing first. He stumbled for the patio door and flung it open, rushing outside. Allison was right behind him. They rounded the house on the crushed-shell path. Several hundred yards away, Marcus, the man who had piloted the boat he took onto the island, was on his way up the hill.
Allison waved. “Marcus! Up here! We’re here!”
Marcus’s vision fell on her. His shoulders dropped in relief. “Your family has been worried sick!” he shouted back through cupped hands before resuming his climb.
Zane could only imagine.
