Free Down the Aisle by Christine Bell Page B

admit, she liked it. He stepped down into the water to his waist and took her with him. He cradled her to his chest and lazily walked them to a wide, flat sunning rock in the center of the pool then lifted her with ease onto the warm, flat stone.
    She laid back, letting her knees fall open.
    “Jesus, you’re beautiful.”
    She pushed back the nerves that still made a quick appearance now and then, and opened her eyes to watch him. His jaw was tense as he stared down at her like he wanted to consume her. The heat of the smooth rock seeped into her muscles, making her feel relaxed and languid.
    He leaned in to flick his tongue out, tasting the knot of nerves that pulsed to the touch.
    She gasped. One light touch, and languid flew out the window. She strained toward to him, desperate to get more of his magic mouth.
    “I love watching you squirm like that, so if you’re trying to rush me, you’re doing it all wrong,” he drawled.
    In spite of his tough words, she could hear the tightness in his voice, and she knew with just a little more effort…she wriggled her hips and whispered the word he loved to hear.
    “Please.”
    With a growl, he pounced on her. His fingers gripped her hips as his hot tongue lashed at her. She wrapped her legs around his neck, squeezing his face with her thighs and urging him on. This was exactly what she needed. Puerto Rico. Sun. Water. Her man. A week to lose herself and remember exactly how good it all was, baby or no. A lifetime of Galen was no hardship.
    He sucked her clit into his mouth and bathed it with the tip of his tongue until she was pleading wordlessly for mercy. Just a little faster. Just a little harder.
    “Oh God.”
    He lifted her, kneading her against his face until the pressure became too much to bear, and she shouted his name. Her whole body flexed and bowed. Her legs shook with the force of it as she came hard against his mouth. He held her close until she stopped shaking, murmuring praise against her hip as he set her back against the rock. Her breath slowed, and she waited for him to come up there with her. To slide deep inside her and start the storm all over again.
    “Whatcha waiting for, Mr. Thomas?” She asked when she could form a sentence.
    She ran a lazy hand across his broad, tanned shoulders.
    He climbed onto the rock, peppering her warm skin with cooler water. “I was trying to give you a second to prepare for this.”
    He lay on top of her, covering her sun-warmed body with his chilly one, and she squealed. “Off! Off! I give!”
    He laughed and rolled to his side, pulling her on top of him. “Forget it now. You asked for it.” She straddled him and sat back on her heels, glaring down at him.
    “I was a little brain dead and didn’t think it through. You could’ve warned me.” Already, though, her body was warming his, and the urge to toss him back into the water was fading fast. He ground his bathing suit-clad groin against her, and she flexed back as the tingles started flowing again
    “Seems like you’ve got something for me, husband,” she whispered. He treated her to a lethal grin and reached between them, tugging down the front of his shorts. His cock sprang forward, hard, thick and ready.
    “Mmm.” She cupped his balls in her hand and squeezed, a sizzle running through her when he groaned.
    The stone was rough against her knees as she rose high to take him in, but the sting was fleeting. She slid down over him, relishing every inch as he filled her. She rocked forward, seating him deeper, and he pulsed his hips to meet her.
    “God, that feels good.” It was slow at first. The edge was off, and she wanted to enjoy every thrust—the pulsing inside her, the catch of his breath when she rolled her hips just right. But then he reached up and cupped her breast, tweaking her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, taking control, moving his hips faster and faster. Then it was all heat and need as she slammed down on him.
    “That’s it,”