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  She stroked her breasts. Her fingers circled her puckered nipples. Her skin was warm and ready for his touch. “All for you, Carlos.”

  He made quick work of the buttons on his shirt and the zipper on his pants. He bent to pull his pants down his legs and over his feet. She admired the flexing of the strong muscles in his shoulders, the sure movements of his hands, the power implicit in the clearly defined muscles of his calves and thighs. He stood upright again. He was breathing hard, his broad chest visibly rising and falling. Her gaze traced the pattern of black hair on his chest, a broad fan narrowing down to a thin black line that led to the clump of curls between his legs and the thick shaft of muscle.

  She looked at it lovingly. “You have a stunning cock.”

  “I’m very fond of it.” He did not move toward her, his arms hung at his sides. He seemed to be waiting for a signal.

  “Are you letting me lead this time?” She backed toward the bedroom, her hand out to feel her way through the door. He followed as if towed by an invisible rope. She sat on the bed and lay back, her head on the pillows facing the narrow windows set high up in the curve of the bow.

  He looked down at her. “When I saw this bed, I pictured you in it like this.”

  “Surely not like this.” She wanted to tease the restraint from him. “Didn’t you see me spread wide open and bound for your pleasure?”

  A flicker of a smile touched his mouth.

  She held her hand out to him. “Come to me, love.”

  He lay down beside her. She stroked his face. Her fingers softly caressed his neck, his chest, his belly. She wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed gently. He groaned. The sound of his groan switched on an aching desire in every inch of her skin to feel his touch.

  Gently, he pressed her back on the bed. Gently, he kissed her and moved slowly down her body, flicking her nipples with his tongue, tracing her ribs and the curve of her belly. He was slow and tender and by the time his breath warmed her labia, her clit was throbbing and she was ready to scream her need. He touched his tongue to her and she moaned and raised her hips. He slid along her folds with a delicacy that was exquisitely frustrating, until he found her clit. She was so aroused, so eager for him, his gentle tonguing was enough to bring her to a quick and unsatisfying climax.

  He pulled away from her and lay beside her again, as though he was finished, but his stiff cock and hard breathing gave away his own need. She swung her right leg over his legs and straddled him.

  “Do you want me?” she asked.

  “That’s like asking if I want to breathe.”

  His fingers ran lightly over her back and ass.

  He’s afraid to let loose.

  She kissed him, trying to tell him with her searching tongue and grinding pelvis how much she wanted him. She bit his ear, his neck, ran her fingernails down the side of his body, drew her body down his chest and nipped him. She sucked his cock and he groaned loudly, but his hands were still light on her skin as if he was afraid she would break under his touch. She almost howled in frustration.

  “Condom!” she said, barely able to get the word out. He opened the drawer next to the bed. She grabbed the packet from his hand and tore it open with her teeth. She rolled the condom on his cock. She took the tip of his cock and rubbed it against her as if it were an inanimate dildo. His eyes were half-closed but he watched her face. When she couldn’t bear the frustration any longer, she pressed his cock into her and sank her body down on his, moaning as he filled her.

  She rocked her pelvis back and forth, digging her fingers into his hips. She loved the friction she created gyrating against him, but it was not enough. She needed to unleash him, to free him from the knots he’d tied around himself. She rocked from hip to hip and stretched her legs out in front of her, keeping his cock wedged inside. She put her hands on his shoulders and tugged him to a sitting position.

  “Listen to me, Carlos! I’ve wanted you from the first second I saw you, but back then it was a fantasy of a man I wanted. Now I want you. I love you.” She stared into his eyes, desperate to reach him. “I want you with your strange taste in literature and art, with your sweet tenderness and brutal strength. I want you for the way you taste and the way you smell and the way you touch me. All the ways you touch me!” She kissed him hard on his mouth. “But if you don’t show me how much you want me, I’m leaving you to sail this boat on your own!”

  For the first time since she’d come on the boat, his mouth broadened into a grin. He entwined his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back. He covered her neck and breasts with hard, urgent kisses. He nipped the curves of her breasts, sucked hard on her nipples, squeezed her ass. His lust fueled her own. She drove her hips as hard as she could against him. A wordless growl sounded deep in his throat.

  She almost laughed in response, she was drunk with happiness and lust. His hands released her and he leaned back on one arm, his free hand reaching to touch her clit. His touch was magic. She shut her eyes at the intensity of feeling that bombarded her, the spasms starting at the point of his touch and radiating up around her passage, squeezing his cock, then high up deep inside her so that her pleasure radiated along her spine.

  “Oh yes!” she cried. She grabbed his hips and circled her pelvis against him. She would make him feel as high and wild as she did. His cock throbbed and pulsed inside her. He thrust his hips up and dropped his head back and gasped. “Roxanne!”

  He sat up and clung to her, emptying inside her.

  She kissed his face, his shoulders, his neck. His arms wrapped around her waist. He rested his head on her neck. She rested her head on his cheek.

  Mrs. Bigelow’s words came to her. A lover who makes the earth move, the mountains tremble…

  “We start from here,” she told him. “This is our beginning.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Carlos slept for an hour and woke apologetic. “I haven’t slept well for the last month.” He sighed and stretched. “Shall we go for a swim?”

  He wrapped towels and a blanket in a dry sack. They jumped in the water and swam to a sand beach on the island.

  They spread the blanket out on the beach and lay together, watching the sun sink lower, the beads of water drying slowly on their bodies.

  “I have to go back home tomorrow,” she said. “I haven’t been in my office in weeks.”

  “How convenient. I was planning on a trip to New York.”

  “You can come and stay with me.”

  “I was hoping for an invitation.”

  She ran her toes along his leg. “I haven’t seen much in the news about Murkley since his arrest.”

  “The trial is in Evan Blake’s hands. He’s planning to keep you out of it.”

  “I know. I had a long talk with Jill. We both hope that one day you and Evan can be friends.”

  “Maybe.” Carlos leaned back, resting his forearms on the blanket.

  “What happened to Ines?”

  “She’s cooperating with the FBI and the US Attorney.”

  “What about Murkley? Will he cooperate for a lighter sentence?”

  “I don’t know. My work on the case is done. If Blake fails to get a conviction, that will be a different story.”

  “Meaning?”

  He didn’t answer.

  “Our country’s laws and system of justice set us apart from tyranny and chaos, Carlos. My father taught me that and it is a lesson I take bone-deep.”

  “I agree. If I didn’t, I would have taken care of Murkley on my own months ago.”

  “And if Murkley gets off?”

  He sighed.

  “I imagine if Murkley escapes justice, he’ll be happier leaving this country for a time. The laws of the United States allow her agents to carry out certain activities outside her borders against those who’ve committed acts hostile in this nation. If Murkley commits acts hostile to the United States, he’ll be taken care of.”

  His look gave her goose bumps. She did not choose to argue with h
im, not about Murkley, not about things that might never happen.

  “The scar on your back. Was that acquired in the service of your country?”

  “A long time ago, when I was young and stupid. I’ve learned to take care of myself.”

  She lay back on the blanket.

  “I’m not sure I have. I was pretty stupid in my dealings with Ines and Murkley.”

  Suddenly she groaned. She covered her face in her arms.

  “What is it?”

  “Bardon Collins. I have to face that pig. He has certain expectations when I get back.”

  “You don’t have to worry about him. I took care of him.”

  Roxanne sat up and looked down at Carlos. He was smiling a very satisfied smile, his hands behind his head. “Ines told me how you made contact with her. I set him straight.”

  “That’s all taken care of then?”

  “All taken care of.”

  “That leaves only one thing.” She ran her finger from his crooked nose, over his moustache and parted lips, down his chin. His cock lengthened and twitched in response.

  “When are you going to claim me,” she gave him the briefest, softest of kisses, “the way you want to claim me?”

  He rolled over on top of her and grabbed her hands. He raised her hands over her head and pressed them down into the sand. She felt the weight of his body on hers, his cock hard against her pelvis. His face was lit with a glowing caveman smile that stirred her to the core.

  “Now!”

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