Free To Love, Honour and Disobey by Natalie Anderson

again, again.
    Her hands swept over his broad, slick shoulders, revelling in the bulging muscles, savouring the incredibly hard body riding her, rocking into her with a faster, more powerful rhythm than she’d ever dreamed of. This couldn’t be wrong. It had to be right. Nothing had ever felt so right.
    It didn’t take much; it was never going to take much when she’d been so on edge for him for so long. She panted, more audible, more hysterical until all too soon he caught her mouth with his and contained her scream, adding his own groan to it as they shook, reaching the summit and freefalling through the sensations.

Chapter Six
    A NA rose before the sun, slipped on a tee shirt and shorts, not bothering with a bikini underneath—just wanting to escape while he slept. Seconds later she left the banda and went for a walk along the beach, eventually succumbing to the temptation and wading into the warm water. She floated for an age, looking out to the horizon where the sky was lightening, and waited for the sun.
    She sensed something, looked over her shoulder and saw him watching from the water’s edge. The splashes were gentle as he walked in. His arm curled around her, pulling her back against him before she had any chance of escape—not that she wanted to.
    His hands spread wide, smoothing over her wet shirt, and then cupped her breasts. She couldn’t help herself, leaned back against him. One hand slipped lower, beneath her waistband to where she was really wet. It was mere moments, the fewest of seconds, but it wasn’t over. His mouth was hot on her neck, pressing passionate kisses between the words he whispered again, again. ‘One night is not enough.’
    Until finally she answered him, acknowledging thetruth of it, and offering the only answer she could. ‘The rest of Africa. We can have the rest of Africa.’
    ‘Yes.’ He hauled her closer, touched her more deeply, and, as the sun rose, made her come.
    A bit over an hour later Ana was enjoying fresh fruit and toast for breakfast, relieved to see Seb disappear with one of the island guys for a while. Instead of feeling any kind of release, she was now tenser, more aware than she’d ever been. It had been amazing. His body was that much leaner, stronger and his patience had filled her with awe. Because after those snatched moments in the sea she’d been begging as the void inside had needed to be filled again and he’d happily obliged. Twice.
    But now the others were dotted over the beach—either reading in the shade by the restaurant, or soaking up the sun’s rays. She sat in an ancient lounge chair and watched the scene, almost drowsy after the total lack of sleep the night before and yet restless—aching for more. She didn’t know how long it was later that he appeared, but he pulled her from the seat and kept hold of her hand. Silently he led her across the sand to the water.
    The kayak looked way too small and unstable.
    He looked at her expression and laughed. ‘I’ll paddle.’
    For the second time that day saying no to him was beyond her. He held the kayak steady and she sat in the front seat.
    ‘How can you do this in the heat?’ She pulled her hat lower on her head and felt him push the boat out. ‘You’re amazingly fit, Sebastian.’
    ‘Why, thanks.’
    ‘No, I mean really. Abnormally fit.’
    He laughed. ‘I’ve been working on it.’
    Carefully she twisted her head to watch him.
    ‘You really did stop hanging out in the city?
    ’ ‘I was the epitome of the faithful husband.’
    She gave him a long look. ‘Are you honestly trying to tell me you’ve been celibate this whole time?’
    ‘It’s not something I’d joke about, Ana. Not ever.’
    No sex for the best part of a year?
    ‘But what have you been doing with yourself?’ she spluttered. ‘I mean…come on, Seb.’
    ‘It wasn’t that difficult really.’ He pushed the paddle faster through the water. ‘I did sport. Multi-sport events.’
    ‘As in