Page 17 of Come Sail Away

Harper was beside herself with overstimulation. She wasn’t exactly a virgin. There had been one passing relationship in college that went nowhere, and she knew her way around a sex toy. But she’d never in her life had such a sensual, attentive experience. She smoothed her hands over Sully’s wet shoulders, enjoying the feel of his skin and composition of his toned muscles.

He tipped her backward and replaced his hand with his mouth, suckling her breast. “Mmm, that feels good,” she whispered, delicious sensations dancing through her.

He moved to the other breast and feathered his tongue up to her neck and jawline. As he kissed her, he slid his hand between her thighs and stroked her, gliding his fingers inside her core. With a few slow passes and expert flick of his finger she came, clutching him to her.

“I like it when you hold on to me,” he said.

“Mmm,” was the only sound she could muster.

He seemed to understand how bone-limp she was as he hugged her and she laid her cheek on his shoulder. She closed her eyes, content, exhausted.

A short time later—probably only a minute or so, she wasn’t sure—he urged her from the water. “Let’s go to bed,” he said, and she felt the mild rumble in his chest as he smiled.

She stepped back and let him help her out of the pool.

So tired.

He collected towels from a nearby chair and placed one around her shoulders, drawing her toward him for a kiss. Then he clearly took pleasure in drying her, followed by quickly rubbing the terry cloth over his own skin.

For once in her life, she didn’t want to overthink things. She moved with him to his room and let him tuck her in bed. He climbed in beside her and began lightly rubbing her back with feather-light strokes.

Mmm, good. So freaking good.