Erin ran her fingers through his hair, soothing him as their bodies quaked with aftershocks.

“Just when I think it can’t get any better…”

“Mmm,” she said, laughing softly. “If it gets any better, I might not be able to walk.”

“I was rough with you.”

“And I loved every single second of it.”

Raising his head, he looked into her eyes for a long moment before he kissed her softly and withdrew, setting her down on her feet and waiting to make sure she was steady before letting her go. Then he began unbuttoning her dress, until it fell into a billowing cloud of fabric at their feet. Her bra soon followed, leaving her naked before him.

He kept his gaze fixed on her as his shirt, which was covered in palm trees, disappeared over his head. He took her by the hand, led her to the bed and turned down the covers for her, kissing her when he tucked her in. “Be right back.”

After he disappeared into the bathroom, Erin took her first look at the gorgeous room that had been decorated in shades of white and tan. It included a kitchen, sitting room and deck that overlooked the crystalline blue water. But the view had nothing on him when he emerged from the bathroom, having removed the rest of his clothes.

She took a greedy, hungry look at his muscular body, and the cock that was hard and heavy once again.

He crawled into bed and reached for her. They came together in the middle of the king-size bed, arms and legs intertwined, lips hungry for more. “What’ve you done to me, Erin Barton?”

“The same thing you’ve done to me,” she said, smiling up at him.

He kissed her everywhere, reducing her to a quivering mess of nerve endings—all of them on fire for him—before he made slow, sweet love to her while watching over her with the eyes that saw her in a way no one else ever had.

Afterward, they lay on their sides, facing each other as the sun set over the Caribbean in a fiery ball. He ran a finger from her shoulder to her hand and then back up again.

She had so much she needed to tell him, so many things she wanted him to know, and the long days of counting down the minutes until she could see him again had made her see that the time for hedging was over.