Three months later

This was Sarah’s second trip to Saint Lucia. Last time, she’d been nervous, unsure, and a little crazy. Maybe a lot crazy. Who knew? But this time, she knew what she wanted, and it was her man to come back from his shopping excursion. She checked out the clock again. Brock should be back any minute.

Tonight they would renew their wedding vows. Their kids were with Grandma now. A slew of Titan and GUNS friends were on the island too. But right now, Brock and Sarah had the afternoon alone and were revisiting their shopping list. They’d intentionally skipped ropes and ice cream on their at-home to-do list, waiting until they came back there. Seemed corny at first, but at this moment, it seemed hot.

The door lock unlocked, and her stomach jumped. Sarah sat on the bed, legs tucked under her, with nothing on but a grin. “Took you long enough.”

“Turns out, I had to go to two different stores.” He held up a container of vanilla ice cream and a bundle of rope. “And you, angel, get to pick which one we play with first.”

“Ice cream.” She giggled and bounced on her knees. “And rope.”

His eyes were trained on her chest then drifted downward. “Whatever you say.”

Brock tossed the rope onto the bed and ripped off his shirt. His erection pressed evidently into his pants, and she reached for him, stroking him.

“On your stomach.”

“Stomach?”

He raised his brows. “Do it.”

She flipped over but kept her gaze trained on him. He smiled and used a tactical knife to unbind the rope then cut the rope into strips. Methodically, he laid them at the foot of the bed. Excitement buzzed through her body as she stared at the four-poster bed. Her heart beat faster with each second she waited for him to pay attention to her.

Brock climbed onto the bed, straddling her naked legs, and walked his hands up her thighs, her bottom, her back. His palms flattened against her shoulder blades, and their heat burned clear into her heart.

Arousal pounded inside her, waiting for his next move. Both her arms were tucked by her side, and he took her left arm, slowly moving it to reach in front of her, then did the same with her right.

He leaned forward to kiss her neck. She shivered from anticipation and would kill to have more contact. But that was also part of the fun. His hands snaked up her biceps then forearms. One hand grabbed both her wrists while the other wrapped a line of rope around and around, securing her hands together.

“Such a beautiful body,” he growled, still hovering over her.

Brock shifted off of her, opening the ice cream container and unbuckling his pants. The two sounds stole her breath. Wetness dampened between her legs, and a throbbing need for his touch made her almost delirious.