Drake Sisters 04 - Dangerous Tides

come out of this scorched for life."

    Nothing in his life, not even his most erotic fantasies had prepared him for sharing Libby's body. She gasped his name again, the small, helpless plea for release tearing his last thread of control so that he caught her hips in his arms, holding her still while he plunged deep, over and over, the passion washing through him, sizzling and cracking and roaring like thunder in his ears. He felt her spasm around him, grip tightly, her soft cries mingling with his strangled one. The sensations started somewhere in his toes and slammed through his body with such force, he thought he might not survive the pleasure.

    Libby dug her nails into his back, holding on to the only anchor she had as her body fragmented and the earth spun away. She lay underneath him, feeling as if her heart might explode out of her body, uncaring that it was pounding way too fast and that her lungs burned for air. Ripple after ripple shook her, and she clutched at Tyson, shocked that she could feel so much so fast, that her untutored body could respond with such powerful orgasms. She was a doctor. How often had she counseled women that it could take awhile before one had an orgasm—or multiple orgasms.

    She ran her fingers through his hair, small little caresses meant to convey the enormity of what she was feeling.

    Tyson lifted his head, easing his weight off of her. "You might have mentioned you wanted me to go slow, Libby. By the time I realized, it was too late."

    Libby smiled up at him. "I think we can agree that things went rather well for our first time. Well, I may have rug burn."

    He brushed the hair from her face, fingers lingering on her skin. "You look very satisfied. Sleepy, but satisfied. I love that I put that look on your face."

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    "We're going to have a bit of a mess on the rug."

    "I'll get another one," he said, rolling over, taking her with him so she was lying on top of him, her head on his shoulder. "I don't want to squish you."

    Libby closed her eyes, loving the feel of his arms around her, of his body beneath hers, legs and arms tangled together. She let herself look around the room, something she hadn't even done up until now. It was enormous. The floor was light wood to capture the sunlight that would pour through the wall of glass facing the sea. The view was spectacular. Outside, the waves rushed toward the rocky beach beneath the bluff, soothing them both until she began to drift toward sleep.

    Tyson held her close. She seemed so fragile and delicate in his arms. He had a much larger frame and he was definitely endowed. He'd been afraid of hurting her, yet she'd been eager for him, not in the least fearful. He had never imagined Libby Drake draped naked over him, her mouth pressed to his chest, and her body moving with restless abandon under his. He let her sleep for a half an hour before he moved out from under her to find a towel and clean them both up. He already wanted her again. Maybe he was destined to spend the rest of his life in a semihard state.

    Libby woke to his kisses. Soft. Gentle. Tender. She kissed him back and smiled, wrapping her arm around his neck. "This is a wonderful way to wake up."

    "I was missing you."

    She laughed, her eyes sparkling at him. "What's it been, an entire hour?"

    It gave him secret pleasure that he knew she would laugh at his remark. "I was going cross-eyed staring at you."

    She leaned into him again and brushed a kiss across his mouth before wiggling free. "Bathroom."

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    He pointed. Libby was shocked that she didn't feel in the least bit embarrassed to walk around in front of him totally naked—in fact she enjoyed feeling his gaze on her. When she returned she deliberately walked past him to the window where the moonlight could shine down on her as she looked out to sea.

    His gaze grew hot. Predatory. "You're killing me, Lib. I can't look at you without getting hard."

    Libby laughed softly, feeling sexy for the first time in her life. It was a feeling she could get used to.
    "Really?" Deliberately she allowed her gaze to drift over his body, teasing him, provoking him. Flirting .
    She'd never flirted. She didn't even know how.

    He came across the floor like a tiger, pouncing on her, spinning her around until she was pressed up against the glass. Both of his hands covered