Free Bare In Bermuda by Livia Ellis

shaking him to his core as hot cum shot from him in a seemingly unending stream.
    He leaned forward slightly as she held on tight with her mouth. The rapture of her mouth, not only through the last waves of his orgasm but while he calmed and softened had no comparison in his past experience. Henna took it all in and didn't release him until he was fully satiated. With a final suck and a slick pop, her mouth slid away.
    Eduardo watched her with his head resting against the back of the seat as she moved gracefully from her knees to the seat next to him. He managed to raise a hand and ran a finger down the line of her jaw. “Thank you. I don't know what you were worried about, but you were perfect.”
    Her smile amused him. The smile of a woman who knew she had a man in the palm of her hand. Which she did. “You're very welcome.” She pulled her spare compact out of her carry-on and checked her face. “You mussed me,” she scolded, smoothing her hair. “Do I look like I've been up to no good?” She put her compact on her knee then combed her fingers through her hair.
    “Does that bother you? That I messed up your hair?” If it did, then he would be crushed.
    “No, not really. I came to terms with my hair a long time ago. Regardless of how little sex I've had recently, I always look like I just had a roll in the hay. Something you'd know about... Rolling in the hay.” She looked at him. “Being a farmer, that is. Tell me the truth. What are you? Some sort of telenovela actor? International man of mystery? Please tell me you are not a model.”
    He laughed loudly. “Telenovela? I really am a farmer. It's a big farm, but I am a farmer.”
    She pulled lipstick from her purse and managed to juggle it and the compact while studying her face. In his opinion, her mouth was perfect as it was without need for enhancement. But that was the nature of women. He concluded many years earlier that they fussed with the lipstick and the hairspray more to show each other up than to be more appealing to their men. Most men, himself included, preferred the women they were with to be their most natural selves with just the pink flush of desire coloring their skin.
    Eduardo watched her while he gathered his composure and enjoyed the feel of his body’s awakening. The simple female gestures and feigned irritation reminded him how much he missed the company of a woman he shared true intimacy with. “You're beautiful.”
    Her cheeks were pink, her pupils large black saucers, her skin flushed. She looked like a woman who had been recently satisfied. If the world knew he was responsible for the rose in her cheeks, then all the better.
    She gave him a small smile as she snapped her compact shut. His gaze passed over her as he studied all her incongruities. The modest and practical slim black pencil skirt that covered up legs he wanted to wrap around his body. The simple black cardigan that covered an equally simple pale yellow camisole, which allowed just a peek at a lacy bra that held breasts he wanted to hold in his hands.
    Cool and sophisticated on the outside but filled with fire and passion. Meeting her at the moment he had in his life created a string of complications that would have to be managed. Destiny was a complicated thing that enjoyed throwing obstacles in the paths of people seeking their way. Questions would need to be answered and truths clarified.
    Inside his soul, he somehow knew they had been brought together as a challenge and a reminder to him that life was never simple. His body, his soul, and the universe refused to let him ignore the sexual needs of his physical being. Forcing that part of his nature to sleep had failed.
    Henna had awakened the primal animal in him and there would be no putting it down again. His lesson had been learned. No matter how much he wanted to build a wall made from his work and his family around him, there would always be outside influences.

Chapter Four
    Eduardo enjoyed the quiet in the