Chapters (32)
- Author’s Note
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Epilogue
- About the Author
She looked up at him and nodded. “Don’t go slow. It feels so good.”
He took her words to heart, picking up the pace while pressing his fingers to her core, the combination leading to a screaming orgasm that made her thankful for the isolation of the lighthouse. There was no one around for miles to hear how he made her scream.
Reaching beneath her, he gripped her bottom in his big hands as he drove into her to find his own pleasure, coming with a deep groan as he heated her from the inside with his release. When his arms gave out, he came down on her, his body heavy and warm from exertion.
“I think you might’ve just ruined me for all other women.”
Wrapping her arms around him, she laughed. Leave it to him to make her laugh after that.
“No, really. That was… Wow.”
“Yes, it was.”
He raised his head to look at her. “Yeah?”
She nodded and then smiled when he kissed her.
“I knew you were going to be big trouble the night I picked you up by the side of the road.”
Erin smacked his shoulder. “Don’t say that like I was a hooker on the prowl or something.”
His laughter rocked his big body. “So I shouldn’t have told my mom that’s how I met you?”
“You did not!”
Grimacing, he said, “Oh, um, is that going to be a problem?”
“Be serious. You did not tell her that.”
“I had to tell her something when she asked what I was doing for Christmas. I said hopefully spending it with the woman I picked up on the side of a Gansett road last September.”
She glared at him.
“After she got a flat on her bike and sprained her ankle in the dark. Of course I told her that part, too. What do you take me for?”
She poked her index fingers into his ribs, making him startle. “That was not funny.”
“It was, too. You were about to laugh. Admit it.”
“I’ll admit no such thing.” She pushed at his shoulder. “Get off me, you wildebeest.”
“Wildebeest? Not even five minutes ago, you were screaming my name, and this is the thanks I get for that stupendous orgasm?”
“Oh my God! You’re so full of yourself, it’s not even funny.”
“Was that or was that not a stupendous orgasm?”
“It was okay.”
His eyes widened and his mouth went slack, but for only a second. “So you’ve had better?”
“I refuse to answer that on the grounds that your ego is on the verge of not fitting into my little lighthouse.”
“My ego fits just fine in your little lighthouse, baby, and that was a stupendous orgasm. I don’t care what you say.”
She tried to contain the laughter but couldn’t stop the gurgle that seemed to explode from her throat.
“See, I am funny.”