Jo Leigh - One-Click Buy - September Harlequin Blaze

She surfed his tongue, owned it. She hovered on the brink of orgasm, but he would not let her experience release. A steady strumming vibration began deep in her throat, emerging as a wild moan.

“Liam, Liam,” she cried his name.

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“Make me come.”

He let loose then, giving her everything, holding nothing back. His tongue danced, his fingers manipulated. She let go and allowed him to take over. It seemed he was everywhere. Over her, around her, in her, outside of her.

He was magic. He was wonder. He was amazing.

“More.” She thrashed her head. “More, more. Give me more.”

He gave it to her just the way she asked for it, pumping his hand into her with his fingers. His thumb pressed her clit like a trigger, shooting off the secret button of her release.

“Come Katie, come for me,” he coaxed.

She exploded.

The orgasm overtook her in great, writhing pleasure moans.

She cried out, her voice echoing around the room. Laying there, she trembled with the power of what he’d just done to her.

And she realized that making love in a bed hadn’t been boring or predictable or uninspired. In fact, it had been the most intimate, intense, moving experience of her life.

LIAM TOOK HER to dinner at an elegant restaurant, specializing in Pacific fusion, not far from the bungalow. Utilizing indigenous seafood, the chef paired French cooking and Asian flavors. Adventuresome Katie ordered squid and sushi. Liam, sticking with more traditional fare, went with the tuna.

They were seated at the best table near a romantic waterfall surrounded by exotic vegetation. He looked dashing in his suit, although she couldn’t wait until she could get him out of it again.

Liam ate like a man whose appetite had been whetted. Tilting her head, she watched him in the candlelight and couldn’t believe she’d underestimated his passion. This was a man who could really enjoy himself when he allowed his playful side to come out.

Briefly, they discussed both his ad campaign-which was almost finished-and the bungalow’s profitability. Liam’s opinion was that her family could make more by keeping the bungalow and renting it out than by selling it. Then, he presented the downside to renting versus selling. But this dinner wasn’t about business and they both knew it.

“Which way would you go do you think?” Katie quizzed. “Sell or rent?”

“When you’ve got something valuable, you should hang on to it.” He was gazing at her, and she knew he wasn’t talking about real estate.

“Is that the outlook that turned you into a tycoon?”

“No. What’s got me where I am today is recognizing a great opportunity when it falls into my lap.”

Katie felt a blush of heat radiate up her neck. The more she was around him, the more she found to like and admire. He was strong and masculine, but also tender and kind. And he made her hope for something she’d never hoped for in her life.

She savored her dessert of bananas foster while Liam sipped a brandy. He raised his glass and winked at her.

Katie winked back, noticing how his hazel eyes darkened with appreciation whenever he looked at her.

He paid for the meal against her protest that she owed him for flying all the way to Fiji to assess her family’s property, but he hushed her by saying, “We both know that’s not why you invited me. Nor was it the reason I came.”

For one heart-stopping moment, she thought he knew about her Martini dare, but she quickly realized that was impossible. She’d almost forgotten about the silly dare herself.

He held out his hand to her as they left the restaurant. “Stroll on the beach?”

“How about skinny-dipping in the moonlight?”

“To be honest,” he said, “I never found sex on a beach quite what it’s cracked up to be. Too much sand in all the wrong places, and now that I’ve been introduced to the wonders of regular bed sex, I don’t want us to lose our momentum.”

“Okay,” she agreed without protest because she was enjoying the bed sex more than she wanted to let on. She slipped her arm through his, snuggled up close against his warm body. Sated happiness, sweet and light, filtered from her head to her toes.

When they reached the sand, Katie took off her sandals and hooked them around two fingers. Hand in hand they walked along the beach, the surf lapping at their feet.

The night breeze was balmy, but the heat rolling off his body was sizzling. Her own body heat was inching upward as she thought about what would happen when they got back to the bungalow. Every time she caught a whiff of his cologne, she felt a jolt of desire deep inside.

She loved the feelings he generated, wished she could feel them forever. He let go of her hand to slip his arm around her waist, and she rested her head on his shoulder.

Fifteen minutes later, having gotten their fill of ocean and moonlight, they picked their way up the path to the bungalow.

Liam took the keys from her, unlocked the door and held it open for her. Once they’d crossed the threshold, he drew her into the circle of his embrace. While he kissed her, he inched down the zipper on the back of her aqua-and-white floral sheath dress.

Every nerve in her body came alive. Katie shivered as his mouth moved slowly from her lips to her chin to the smooth column of her throat. Her dress slipped off her shoulders, fell past her hips. Dreamily, she stepped out of it.

Wearing only panties and pearls, she turned to unbutton Liam’s crisp white shirt. Once the buttons were undone, and she wrested the shirt off his shoulders, Katie splayed her hands and pushed her palms over his bare chest.

“Ssss,” she hissed in appreciation. “I love your chest.”

“No more than I love yours,” he said, and cupped her breasts in his hands.

She giggled and reached for the waistband of his pants.

Liam took her hand and led her slowly into the bedroom. This time, she did not try to avoid the bed.

“You know,” she whispered as he laid her down, “you’re the only man I’ve ever made love to in a bed.”

“I kind of figured.”

“How did you know?”

He kissed her forehead. “You can’t hide anything from me, Katie Winfield.”

Suddenly, she didn’t want to hide anything from him. She wanted to tell him everything. All her secrets, all her shame. But their bodies were too fired up for more conversation.

They were looking at each other and their tandem breathing quickened. Falling and rising in spiky inhalations and shuddered releases. The moonlight streaming in through the lanai sensitized their sense of touch, taste, hearing and smell.

His palms weren’t calloused, but they were manly-strong and flat-as they skimmed over her breasts. The sound he made had her picturing a panther prowling his cage. And his scent-so masculine and musky it filled her nose and stirred her libido.

He pulled her up tight against his chest, pressing her to his hard angles that promised so much enjoyment. She tilted her head and planted a kiss on his chin.

Their chemistry took over and they descended into rapture.

Katie whimpered in desperation. She wanted to feel him the way he was feeling her. She gripped his hard-muscled back, dug her fingernails into his skin. Desire rolled through her veins, tugged her down on an upsurge of sexual need. Tossed her heedlessly toward a destiny she couldn’t fathom but lusted after. Her sex clenched hard, eager to meld with his.

His erection stabbed through his briefs, the hard ridge of him pushing against exactly the right spot on her.

Katie moaned soft and low. She swayed into him, bumping her hips against his.

He nibbled her earlobe, growled into her ear. A lightning bolt of desire shot straight to her womb. He brought his pelvis hard into hers, his erection poking provocatively, offering erotic possibilities of what was to come.