Authors: Kelli Maine
Tags: #Fiction, #Erotica, #General, #Fiction / Erotica, #Fiction / Coming Of Age, #Fiction / Romance - Erotica, #Romance, #Fiction / Contemporary Women, #Fiction / Romance - Suspense, #Fiction / Romance - Contemporary
Why do you think I care that you’ve decided to retire in your mid-thirties with billions in the bank? Somehow in your head that’s a bad thing. “You told me your plan months ago. When we went fishing, remember?”
“The storm that day.” You chuckle, sending vibrations through my skin. “I swear, you wrapped your wet little body around my back so tight when I carried you back to the hotel, I had obscene images running wild in my head.”
“Every time lightning flashed, I thought we were going to die.” I stroke the top of your head, twisting sun-warmed locks of hair around my fingers. “The fish you caught was good though.”
You turn your head and rest your chin in my belly button. “Yeah? You hardly touched it.”
I bend and kiss the grin off your face. Eating around you leads to kissing you and touching you and meals are quickly shoved aside and forgotten. I’ve lost eight pounds since I stepped foot on this island. “We need another chocolate raspberry cake.”
You growl and lick my stomach sending delicious flesh memories straight to my center. Memories of smeared chocolate frosting devoured with your tongue. “Don’t worry. I’ve got that covered.”
“Uh…” Riley stammers, standing at the end of my lounge chair with a fresh mimosa in one hand. “I’ll just…” He sets it on the wooden table and shuffles away.
“Thanks!” I call after him. “Think he’s a virgin?”
You let out a derisive snort. “Can’t imagine why you’d think that.”
“I don’t know. Maybe he’s just modest.”
“Hmm. Maybe.” With a flick of your fingers, my bikini top falls open. “Glad you’re not.”
“Not with you.” I wrap my arms around your neck and you pull me down on top of you on the lounge chair sucking a nipple into your mouth.
“Ah,” I gasp. I’ll never get used to the feel of your lips, your tongue. It’s too good, too drive-me-insane overwhelming.
I press against your shoulders, releasing my flesh with a drag of your teeth. I have to have your mouth on mine,
your tongue sliding over mine drawing moans from deep in my throat.
I devour your lips. No holding back. I held back so long waiting to trust you, but now I need to take and take and never stop until there’s nothing left of you. Consume you delicious bite by delicious bite.
Rewarded with a low groan when I nip your bottom lip, I taste my way across your jaw to lap your earlobe and take it in my mouth. Your hands squeeze my ass and slide down between my inner thighs, pulling them apart so I’m straddling you. Your chest is warm under my splayed fingers, salty on the tip of my tongue tasting your hard pecs. You rock your hips into me. I dig my nails into your skin in response making you suck in an airy hiss through your teeth.
The wind blows my hair across your face, cools my bare back damp with heat. You ball my hair in your hands as I trail kisses down your stomach. “I love how you taste.”
My hair goes loose around my shoulders and you run both palms down my back. “I never want anyone else here. Just us. Alone.”
“Me too,” I say, springing your hard length free from your swim trunks. “I’ll have you naked whenever and wherever I want.”
Your fingers find my nipples and begin pulling, pinching and rolling, sending shocks of clenching arousal through my center. “My sex kitten.”
I run my thumb up the thick vein running from the base of your cock to the ridge around the head. A bead of pre-come
glistens at the tip. “Mmm, for me?” I tuck my hair behind my ear and lave your slit with my tongue while staring into your deep, dark eyes. “I love giving you that look on your face.”
Your heavy-lidded, lust-filled expression shifts for a moment as one side of your mouth hitches into a smile. “What look?”
“Like I’m killing you.” I circle my tongue around the underside of your head, flicking and nibbling. “Slowly.” I stroke you and let my tongue slide down to trace the seam between your balls. “So slowly.”
Your hand cups the back of my head. “God, you’re right. You are killing me slowly. Painfully slow. Suck me.”
I take you in deep, hollowing my cheeks and moaning along with you. Your hand guides my head, but I know what you like. And I love giving it to you, to that glorious cock that makes me come so hard.
Your breath comes faster as I pick up the pace. I’m wet and throbbing, needy and empty. You have to touch me soon, satiate this ache. Fill me.
Both hands cup my face and pull me off of you, breaking my suction with a wet sucking sound as you free yourself from my mouth. “Take me inside you.”
Your fingers sweep my bikini bottoms aside, and you groan finding me wet and swollen, ready to take all of your considerable length. I’m always ready for you.
I angle your tip against my opening and ease down onto you. Both of us sigh in ecstatic relief. Nothing feels as perfect as when you’re squeezed tight inside me.
You sit up, shocking me with the way you slide even deeper, and pull my ass into you as close as I’ll get. Your mouth finds mine. Our lips barely graze as we breathe the same air, the tip of your tongue teasing mine. At the gentle urging of your hands, I rock my hips torturously slow.
It feels so, so good. You’re hitting a spot inside me that sparks tears to my eyes. Our lovemaking is bittersweet with suppressed urgency, denial of clenching muscles begging for a faster release.
Another languid rock into you, and a whimper tumbles out of me. I choke out the word, “God,” like a prayer. I’m all senses and longing. I’m going insane.
Your jaw’s taught, eyes barely open, brow furrowed in your effort to hold back. “You’re… so… tight,” you whisper, sounding like you’re in pain.
I can only make incoherent noises in response between gasps of pleasure.
You lay back, and I clench around you tighter, desperate to keep you so deep. But when your thumb presses and rubs against my clit, I lean back and brace my hands on your thighs, grinding and bucking. Release is so close. A delicious, tingling burn smolders in my core. “Oh God. Right there.”
“That’s right, baby. Come for me.” Your thumb continues its maddening assault, while the fingers of your other hand pluck and squeeze my nipples.
On the brink of exploding, I raise and lower faster and faster, slamming you deeper inside me. Your hips come off
the lounge chair, meeting me thrust for thrust. “Fuck. I’m so close, Rachael.”
“Oh! Oh, God!” I throw my head back as the first orgasmic wave crashes over me. “Come, Merrick. Come with me.”
Your fingers dig into my hips as you thrust hard twice and groan in release. “Fuck.” You throb inside me as you come and I continue to ride you.
My orgasm runs rampant. My fingers take over for your thumb, and I set loose the last pulse of my climax before falling limp on top of you.
We lie panting with the sun beating down on us, the distant buzz of a saw blending with the chirps of birds and rustle of leaves in the gentle island breeze. “I couldn’t have dreamt this.” I kiss your chest, slick with sweat. “It’s too perfect.”
You comb your fingers through my hair. “It’s more than perfect. Promise me something.”
I prop myself up on your chest to look at you. “Anything.”
Your face is so serious, so… wide-eyed and wistful. “Never leave.”
There’s a fear in your eyes I’ve never seen before. It worries me. “I won’t. I promise.”
You hold me tight against you and kiss my temple. With your father trying to take everything you own, all of the real estate you’ve acquired as CEO of Rocha Enterprises, your primal need to grasp on tightly to what’s yours is understandable.
But seeing you, confident-to-a-fault Merrick Rocha, falter on your axis, leaves me shaken.
“This book hooked me from the very beginning and glued me to every page. MJ stole my heart and quickly became one of my new favorite leading men. Loved it.”
—Michelle Valentine,
New York Times
Bestselling Author of
Rock the Heart
“
Taken by Storm
is a passionate love story that grips you by the heart from the first page and doesn’t let go. MJ and Maddie’s love is soul-deep. Maine has written a masterpiece!”
—Kristen Proby, Bestselling Author of the With Me in Seattle series
“If it were even possible for another Rocha man to seduce and beguile me, MJ delivers from the very first page. With his father’s DNA and dimples, he’s every woman’s dream in and out of the bedroom. Maine has crafted another fast-paced, passionate love story.”
—Katie Ashley,
New York Times
Bestselling Author of
The Proposition
“Sexy, beautifully written, and just plain HOT,
Taken by Storm
stole me away for hours and is a read I plan to take in again and again. Sorry Hubby, MJ is officially my new book boyfriend!”
—Emily Snow,
New York Times
and
USA Today
Bestselling Author of
Devoured
and
Tidal
He steals her away to a deserted island, to the one place she’s dreamed of being—the one place she can’t go. He’s used to buying whatever he wants, but he can’t buy her.
How can she resist the magnetism of his body, the longing ache deep inside her? She wants him to take her—on her terms.
Every attempt he makes to love her only hurts her. How can they go on like this? This is the story of how she was…
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The man Rachael DeSalvo loves more than anything is suffering in silence. The grand opening of Turtle Tear Resort should be a time of celebration for Merrick Rocha. But he’s suddenly intent on selling off the business he built from the ground up—and Rachael’s hell-bent on finding out why. Only one man can give her the answers she seeks, but meeting with him would be the ultimate betrayal to Merrick. Merrick once asked Rachael to trust him against all odds… can he do the same?
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