Free Caribbean Cowboy: Under the Caribbean Sun, Book 4 by Jenna Bayley-Burke Page A

turned to rest her cheek on the sheet. “Taken by the tycoon.”
    He drove into her harder than he’d planned, but for some reason, having her still so deep in the fantasy struck a chord. He grabbed her hips, pressing his fingers into her soft flesh as he pumped into her, racing the beat of his own heart. Her body inched forward with the force of his thrusts, low moans coming every time he pushed into her.
    His balls tightened, his own climax building. But what he needed was more than her body, as good as she was. He needed her to know.
    “Janny,” he whispered, brushing the hair from her face. “Say my name.”
    She didn’t open her eyes, just moaned and tried to push her body back against his, too spent to move much at all.
    He tightened his grip on her hips and fucked her harder with each word. “Say. My. Name.”
    “Yes,” she gasped.
    “Say. It.” He wanted to hear it, needed to know this was more than a fantasy for her.
    She cried out and turned her face into a pillow to stifle the sound.
    “Say. My. Name.”
    She reached back with one hand, her fingers brushing against his. She probably wanted him to let it go, but he couldn’t. He had to know this was more than a game for her too.
    “Say. It.”
    She screamed against the pillow, her body tightening around him, her legs shaking beside his as another orgasm rushed through her. Her body collapsed, going slack and heavy in his hands.
    She hadn’t said it. An odd stab of frustration passed through him as he eased her down to the mattress and pulled out. He removed the condom and took himself in hand, using her wetness to finish the job. Sweat glistened on her body, her ass cheek red from his slaps, the marks of his fingers still on her hips.
    He came with a guttural yell, spurting ribbons of come over her back. He emptied his balls, wishing he’d been able to do it inside of her, to feel her heat instead of the cool air of the hotel room.
    With a sigh, he reached for her, massaging her back with his seed. He hadn’t meant to mark her, but he hoped the impressions from his fingers stayed on her hips for days, making her think of him.
    He got up and strode to the bathroom to get rid of the condom, bringing back a warm washcloth. He took care of her and then lifted her from the disaster they’d made of the bed. He carried her to the empty bed and climbed in, curling himself around her.
    She turned, nestling her body into his. “Nik?” she whispered in the near darkness. “That was the best fantasy I’ve ever had.”
    He smiled, his heart warming and body relaxing. “Better than the stranger on the motorcycle?”
    “So much better.” She snuggled deeper into him and kissed his chest.
    He held her tight, wanting to explain and loving that he didn’t have to. She’d opened the door for him to unleash a dominant streak that would shock most women. Hell, he hadn’t been sure just how far he’d take things until now. Until her. She’d given him permission to act on his desires, let him take care of her completely, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
    This went deeper than sex. His chest squeezed, because he doubted either of them were ready for a connection quite like this. Something had changed in that moment when he’d seen her at his feet submitting to him. A tenderness he’d never known tugged at his heart.
    Janny yawned and slid one of her legs between his. “If you ever visit Holly on Anguilla, you should look me up.”
    “I’ll take the first flight out.”
    She gave a small laugh, her breath slowing once more. He couldn’t let this be the end. He twisted one of her ringlets around his finger and knew he’d find a way. Not just into her bed, but into her heart.
    Janny settled into the tiny seat on the miniature plane and closed her eyes. All morning, she’d been trying to decide if she should call Nik to say goodbye, but in the end, she’d left his number right where he’d left it, on the notepad at the hotel. What