She drew him down to her, losing herself in the sensual strokes of his tongue, the sweetness of his lips, the rightness of their undeniable connection.

He gathered her up, surrounding her with his love and filling her with an overwhelming desire to feel his skin against hers.

She tugged at the hem of his T-shirt and helped him take it off before running her fingertips lightly over the bruises that marred his otherwise flawless chest. “My favorite man chest,” she said as she eased him onto his back and kissed the well-defined pectorals, grazing his nipples with her tongue, before working her way down to kiss the purpling bruises.

He pulled on her top and removed it without unbuttoning it, tossing it to the floor. Next came her bra, and then they were chest to chest, and Sam exhaled a happy little sigh at the thrill she always experienced when she was close to him this way. Suddenly, she was in a big rush for more. She pushed his sweats down to discover he wore nothing under them, and then went to work on her own jeans, wiggling out of them while he watched her with hazel eyes gone hot with desire.

Sam loved when he looked at her that way, as if he wanted to devour her. His desire for her was a huge turn-on. No one had ever wanted her with the same desperation he showed her on a regular basis. She often wondered if or when their need for each other would settle into something more staid or predictable, but if anything, it only got wilder all the time.

Especially when they were here, in the escape he’d created to take them back to the blissful days and nights of their honeymoon, it seemed that anything was possible. Before him, she’d always thought her breasts were too big, but watching him worship each one with his tongue and hands and teeth, she knew they were perfect in his eyes. He drove her crazy with the insistent tugging on her nipple that sent a live current all the way through her, settling into an insistent throb between her legs.

“Nick...”

“What, baby?”

“I need you.”

“I’m right here.” His lips were soft as they moved over her belly.

“Come up here.”

“In a minute. Or two.”

When she realized his intention, Sam’s arms dropped to the cushion in surrender. “You shouldn’t be doing that. You’re injured.”

“I’m fine.” His lips skimmed the sensitive skin on her inner thigh as her legs fell open to accommodate his broad shoulders. “We’re all alone, so make some noise for me, babe,” he said as dabbed at her with his tongue.

Sam moaned and arched into him, trying to hurry things along, but he wouldn’t be rushed.