“Come for me, baby,” he coaxed, and the command in that deep, sexy voice spun Abby into the void. Stars burst in the blackness behind her eyes, and sweetness enveloped her. A moan escaped as she rested her head on his shoulder and hung on through one sensation after another. The French called it the little death—like dying and going to heaven—and truly it was. Gage’s muscles tightened as he neared release. She could feel him preparing to withdraw, but the idea was simply unbearable.

“Don’t leave me. I-I’m on the pill.” Gage’s whole body vibrated with his effort at control. His strokes slowed, then deepened, grew even more intense, driving her to a second amazing climax, both of them cresting together.

For several long moments, he just held her, Abby curled against his chest. It felt like exactly the right place to be. Gage kissed her softly. With her body still wrapped around him, he turned and walked back into the clear warm water, washing away any evidence of what they had done.

Gage let her go, steadying her until her feet settled in the sand at the bottom of the pool.

“I didn’t mean for that to happen,” he said. “But I’m not sorry it did.”

Abby looked up at him, her body still limp with pleasure. “Neither am I.”

“This changes things,” he said.

She frowned. “How do you mean?”

“It means you’re mine now. Whatever this is between us isn’t finished, and I don’t share what’s mine.”

Abby stiffened. “I’m not interested in anyone but you, Gage. But since we’re clearing the air, I don’t share either.”

The corner of his mouth edged up. She had the odd thought that somehow she had pleased him.

“Understood,” he said. “When the time is right, we’ll take up where we left off.”

Renewed desire slipped through her.

Gage looked down at her as they stood together naked in the pool. “You make one helluva tempting sight, Ms. Holland. I need to get back while I still have the willpower to leave. I’ll give you a moment to yourself.”

Abby just nodded. She definitely needed a moment.

“Don’t take too long,” Gage cautioned. “We need to get moving if we’re going to reach our destination.” He sloshed toward shore, giving her a view of his spectacular backside. Grabbing the towel, he wrapped it around his waist, turned, and flashed her a smile. “Time to find out if your grandfather was right.”

Abby smiled back. It was time to find the Devil’s Gold.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN