Donovans 03 - Pearl Cove

his waist. The hard, smooth head of his erection nuzzled against her undefended core. She was entirely open to him, entirely vulnerable . . . .
    And she smiled. She had been helpless in his arms before, and he had given her pleasure. Pure, blazing fire.
    She wanted more.
    Archer was heading for the bedroom until Hannah shifted herself against him, shivered, and hitched herself over him, all the while watching him like a cat that had just discovered cream. The sensation of her slick heat on his aroused flesh made his heart stop.
    “That’s it,” he said hoarsely.
    “What?”
    Her voice was as husky as his. He sank to the floor, never releasing her, never letting the blunt head of his erection move from its lush nest. “I was going to give you a bed.”
    Cool tile met her sweaty back. “I don’t want it.”
    “Your back—”
    “Your front,” she cut in.
    He blinked. “What about it?”
    “Mine,” she said. Her hands went to his hips and her fingers pushed beneath his swimsuit, fully freeing him. He jerked against her, groaning. In fiery silence she measured him, wondering if it had been so long since Len was capable that she had forgotten what an aroused man was like, or if Archer was simply big. She could hardly wait to feel herself stretching around him, discovering all the other things she had forgotten about sex . . . and discovering other things she had never known. Like this slow, teasing sensuality. It was completely new to her, completely delicious. “Definitely. Mine.”
    He gave a crack of laughter even as he shuddered with the pleasure of her hands stroking him, savoring him with frank female approval. “Yours, huh? I don’t know how to break this to you, sweetheart, but I come with it.”
    She fought against a delicious bubble of laughter. “You sure?”
    “Damn sure.”
    One fingertip circled him like a lazy tongue, spreading the few drops he couldn’t hold back. “Then I guess we’ll just have to share.”
    Sweat gathered and ran over Archer’s clenched body. He was so close to the edge, closer than he had ever been without giving in. With each heartbeat, the head of his penis nudged against her sultry core. Each heartbeat told him what he already knew. She was hot, wet, ready.
    And the climax was pulsing up the base of his spine.
    “Hannah, look at me.”
    Her half-closed eyes opened wide as he thrust into her, hot and deep and hard. She felt even better than he had expected, so tight he knew he should be afraid of hurting her. But it was much too late for fear. He could no more pull back from her than he could strip off his own skin.
    He hooked his arms beneath her legs, lifting them, opening her even more, stretching her around him. Her eyes went dark, then blind with pleasure. Hot ripples licked up from her core, sensual contractions that drew him deeper. The feel of her trembling and tugging at him made him wild. His eyes and mind went blank and he felt nothing but the slow mating of their bodies.
    Then he was buried deep within her, fully sheathed. The first pulse of release ripped through him. He tried to hold back, wanting to stop time so that he would always be as he was right now, feeling her climax radiate in delicate convulsions, feeling his own power pulsing, pulsing, pulsing, pleasure consuming him, overpowering him, devouring him.
    And then it freed him in a world gone red and black and blind.
    Smiling even as she fought for breath, for sanity, Hannah kissed Archer’s eyelids, his nose, his lips, his neck beneath the sleek black beard. Her fingers combed over his hair and down his back, then up again, and with every stroke she nuzzled against his beard, licking and nibbling. When he began to get up, she made an unhappy sound and tried to hold him right where he was.
    “Even with my weight on my elbows, I’m flattening you,” Archer said.
    Hannah shook her head. She didn’t want him to get up, didn’t want the closeness to end and the cold to begin. She had learned with Len that it might be weeks before he came to her again. “You feel wonderful.”
    “You feel better.” Archer shifted his hips just a bit and smiled to hear her breath break. He was still hard. She was still soft. The combination was dizzying.
    For both of them.
    “Impossible,” Hannah said, her voice husky. “There’s no word for better than wonderful.”
    “Yes, there is.”
    “What is it?” she challenged.
    “Hannah.”
    She laughed softly and went back to exploring his face