The combination of the stifling heat, his nearness, the glide of his erection and the erotic thrill of making love outside had Maddie reaching for completion before he’d even touched her. He flattened his hand over her belly and worked his leg between hers. His hand slid from her belly to play with her breasts, tweaking her nipples and setting her on fire.

Her breasts were so sensitive that she almost begged him to stop touching her there, but he moved on, sliding his hand down to cup her mound as his cock nudged at her from behind. Maddie gripped the corner of the lounge pad, looking for something to hold on to as he inched into her in small increments that were nowhere near enough.

“Easy, honey. Relax against me.”

“It’s so hot,” she said, moaning as the warm air heated her from the inside with every breath she took.

“Yes, you are.”

She pushed her bottom backward, aching for more. “I meant the air is hot.”

“That, too.”

No matter how hard she pushed back, his hand on her hip ensured that he remained wedged just inside her. And then his fingers slid through the dampness above where they were joined, teasing and coaxing her toward release. He made her crazy with a combination of shallow thrusts and the small circular movements of his fingers.

She was on the verge of pleading when he rolled them to the left until she was facedown and he was on top of her, plunging into her now with deep thrusts and insistent fingers that swiftly took her straight to heaven.

He collapsed on top of her, both of them sweating profusely and breathing hard as he continued to throb inside her.

“Anything you want, sweet Madeline,” he whispered in her ear, his breath making her shiver. “I’ll give you anything you want.”

Completely surrounded by him, she sighed with contentment. He always knew how to make her feel better. “I have everything I need as long as I have you and our family.” As she said the words, she decided that no matter what the pregnancy test showed, she’d remember to count her many blessings.

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

“That was freaking amazing,” Josh Harrelson said through the microphone that linked the soundboard to the studio where Evan McCarthy had just recorded the first song for release under the Island Breeze label. “That’s the one, man.”

“You’re sure?” Evan’s insecurities were never far from the surface, especially when considering his own music.

“Ab-so-freaking-lutely. If that’s not a huge hit, I don’t know jack shit about this business.”

“I thought you’d given up swearing,” Evan said, relieved by the praise and amused as always by Josh’s colorful dialogue.

“What did I say that was a swear?” He seemed genuinely baffled, which made Evan laugh.