Free Sea of Love: A Bayberry Island Novel by Susan Donovan Page A

and over Ash’s thighs as he sat back on his heels. He pulled her to his chest. Mouth rough on hers. Hands on her ass, then moving across her hips, along her back. Oh God. She could feel his big cock pressing into her belly. All she had to do was lift up and forward just the tiniest bit and they’d be in business.
    She heard herself whimper. Rowan clutched at his wet skin, slapped her hands onto his back, and opened her mouth so that he could have her. In that moment, she knew she would give Ash anything and everything he wanted.
    She was drowning in the lust, lost in it, and so incredibly hungry for relief. “Please,” she whispered as he kissed her. “God, please.”
    Ash slid one hand from her hip to inside her open legs. A vague sensation of embarrassment went through her. It had been so long since she cared about how her body would look and feel to a man. Had she shaved her legs that morning? Her underarms? The tip of his finger brushed against her swollen clitoris and her brain exploded.
    “Please. Please.” She knew she sounded like a desperate woman, but she didn’t give a damn what she sounded like. The same went for the shaving. Who cared? His finger slid down into the opening of her sex, and she cried out from the shock of it.
    “Rowan. God. You’re so wet. So incredibly beautiful.” Ash spread her open with his fingers, teasing and pushing and teasing some more. He dragged his lips from hers and began kissing her cheeks, hair, and throat. “Are you sure? We can stop. Tell me what to do.”
    His words sounded as desperate as her own, which surprised her. This was a huge deal for Rowan. Maybe it was for him, too. Of course, she had no way of knowing because Ashton Louis Wallace III was a stranger. She knew almost nothing about him, except that he possessed a gorgeous face, perfect body, and black credit card.
    Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. She shouldn’t be doing this. She
knew
this wasn’t a smart move. On every level. First, she didn’t have a condom. Of course she didn’t! This wasn’t exactly planned.
    And what about afterward? How ridiculous would she feel? True, she was sex starved, but she’d been sex starved before and it had never left her lost to herself like this, helpless, feeling as if she were being swept up and
claimed.
But that was exactly how she felt at that moment.
    Lightning split the air. Thunder rolled through them. Rowan knew it was far too late to stop, even if she wanted to. Whatever this was, it would have to be. It had a weight to it. A force. It felt like fate.
    Ash’s fingers suddenly stilled, and Rowan realized she’d gotten so absorbed in her own internal battle that she hadn’t noticed that he’d produced a condom as if from thin air. She also realized she hadn’t answered his question.
    “Don’t you dare stop,” she said. “Take me. Make love to me.
Do
it.”
    Ash didn’t need to be asked twice. He resumed the beautiful torment with his fingers, and Rowan could hear the extent of her own arousal. He hadn’t been joking—she was as soaking wet as her clothes had been. He found her nipples again with his mouth, and Rowan felt it building—rushing, driving, hot—so intense it was almost painful. Ash gently closed his teeth on a nipple and the lid blew off of Rowan’s being.
    She heard the strangest sound, something so raw and fierce that it didn’t even occur to her that she was responsible. Orgasmic waves hit her over and over, leaving her fingers numb, her breath ragged. Lightning ripped the darkness apart and Ash looked up at her. Their eyes remained locked as more lightning flashed, and Rowan’s gaze was glued to Ash’s as he lifted her and slowly, so slowly, guided her limp body onto his rock-hard cock.
    It was too much. Too much pleasure and release. Rowan felt the tears roll down her cheeks as she called out again, squeezing and pulling on him as he moved her up and down.
    Ash might have been speaking to her. She couldn’t tell for sure. The thunder