Donovans 03 - Pearl Cove

moved against him in a haze of hunger.
    The bathing suits that had seemed so minimal were suddenly intolerable. He stripped her bikini top off, caressed her breasts, and tugged at the nipples. Helplessly she arched, pinning her hips against him, moving hungrily until the scent of her arousal infused the air. He breathed it in even as he pushed his hand beneath the bikini cloth that barely covered her soft, moist center. When his finger penetrated her, she cried out and silky heat spilled into his hand.
    Hannah’s reckless response made Archer fight for breath and the self-control that he usually took for granted, the same control that was sliding away even as he reached for it, like her bikini bottom falling to the floor. She was so close, nearly his, caressing him with every glide and clench of her response to him. Unable to stop himself, he probed more deeply, pushing into the tight, slick satin of her body. Hidden muscles gripped, begged, demanded.
    She was more than ready for him. He could take her now, right now, filling her, ending the agony of always wanting what he couldn’t have. Yet he knew that she was off balance, frightened despite her courage, emotionally exhausted beneath her sexual hunger. Vulnerable.
    And he had come to Australia to protect her.
    With the last of his control, Archer pulled his mouth away from Hannah’s until there was just enough space to speak. “If you don’t want to finish this, tell me now.”
    It took a moment for the words to get past her sensual daze. “I want you.”
    “You’ve got me. But I don’t run around with a pocket full of condoms, because I’m too old to look at sex as a game. Unless you’re protected, we’re real close to making a baby right now.”
    The thought of his own child teething and drooling on his knuckles aroused Archer as much as Hannah’s sultry feminine core rubbing against him. His hands contracted on her hips, lifting her against the erection that had outgrown his swimsuit. He fought against the climax pulsing at the base of his spine. He wanted to be inside her when he came. Naked. All the way naked. Naked as his tongue. He had never been like that with a woman in his entire life. He could only guess at how good it would feel.
    “I’d like a baby, Hannah, but only if it’s what you want, too.”
    Her eyes widened. The thought of having a baby had knocked her breath away, leaving her gasping. “I—I’m not—I haven’t—seven years—”
    Archer wasn’t surprised that she had no handy means of birth control. Everything Kyle had discovered suggested that she hadn’t taken lovers. That was why she felt so tight when he pushed his finger into her sweet, hot center. So soft and yet so strong, so supple. She could take all of him and they both would know only a blinding pleasure.
    “Your call,” he said huskily.
    But he couldn’t help probing between her legs once more, tempting her with what she didn’t yet have. The hot, helpless rush of her response spilled over his hand. He gritted his teeth against a groan of need. Her hidden flesh clenched rhythmically around his finger. The sultry rain of her pleasure licked over him again, this time kissing the broad, bare head of his erection.
    He stopped breathing.
    “Hannah?” he said thickly.
    “Don’t worry—” pleasure arced through her, making her rigid, shattering her voice “—about a baby. I don’t expect— Oh, God, take me.”
    His thumb moved, two fingers probed deeply, and the tension coiled inside her burst. Shaking, making broken sounds that could have been his name, she clung to him while waves of violent pleasure convulsed her.
    Watching her through narrowed eyes, Archer smiled despite the sexual heat that sent sweat sliding down his spine. He wasn’t inside her, but he was so close that her climax kissed his penis with hot, teasing pulses. All that kept him from pushing her against the wall and taking her was a need he had just discovered. He wanted to see her eyes while he buried himself inside her, to watch them widen and then go hazy with pleasure when she discovered just how good it felt when they were completely locked together.
    “Put your legs around my waist.”
    Hannah hardly recognized the rough voice as Archer’s, but she tightened her arms around his neck and drew herself up his body. She couldn’t have done it without the strength of his arms supporting her, his big hands lifting and spreading her legs until she could cross her ankles behind