“Oh, my.” She kneaded the sheet and swallowed hard as he filled her.

“Is this okay? You’re comfortable?”

“Oh, yes.” She closed her eyes, head resting on her forearm, and shuddered. “I’m fine, thanks. Never been better, really.”

Then she decided talking was going to have to wait.

She was going to be much too busy having an orgasm to form words.

Especially since he started moving with tight just-right movements, his hands on her waist, firm and hard and masculine. She loved his control, the way he rolled his desire in and out at will, the way his emotions loosened when he was with her like this.

He was taller and more muscular than Ben, but it wasn’t just physical features that made Ben seem small in comparison. It was Damien’s presence. His aggressive, vibrant approach, his confidence, yet secret hidden depths attracted her to him in a way she never had been to another man.

If Ben was a biscuit, Damien was a Danish. Cool, sweet, complicated and very, very irresistible.

Too much Danish wasn’t good for her.

But she was on holiday and it was okay to indulge. She would resist the temptation when she got home and thought through the consequences of overnibbling.

Damien’s fingers snaked around and cupped her breasts. He stroked in and out of her as he played with her nipples, and Mandy let go of her thoughts and gave in to the ecstasy of his body in hers.

As she tumbled into an orgasm, blurting out the obvious, “Don’t stop, I’m coming,” Damien swore.

Then her own cries of pleasure were drowned out by his as he let go and poured himself into her. She felt the spasm of his body, felt the jerk of his hand on her breast, felt the heat of his skin pressed against hers.

And as she heard his groan, mingling with hers, her eyes closed, Mandy knew this wasn’t just sex.

This was something much more, and it scared the bloody hell out of her at the same time it exhilarated.

Chapter 15

“Tell me we never have to go back,” Mandy said as she lay on the bow of the sailboat.

Damien tilted the sail and watched her sun herself, looking relaxed and beautiful, arm flung over her eyes. He had the urge to suggest they toss over their lives back in New York and sail off in the vast ocean and never look back. Pretend the real world didn’t exist and that they could just have each other, idyllic days in the sun, and nights spent making love.

But Damien was no dreamer.

And even the ocean wasn’t calm every day.

“Maybe it will be warm when we get back tomorrow.” He scanned the horizon and told himself he didn’t care.

That it didn’t matter to him that this was the end of his time with Mandy.