Ultimate Romance Collection. Rebecca Winters
“You sure about that, David?”
“Positive. Do you want me to prove it?”
Did she? Yes, she did. “Where?”
“I will prove it anywhere you want. Right here in the middle of the floor if you like,” he said. “But I suggest your office.”
* * *
Flipper could tell by the way she was looking at him that she was giving his offer serious thought. He had no problems tilting the scale in his favor and he decided to do so. Lowering his head, he kissed her, trying to be gentle and finding gentleness hard to achieve. Especially when her taste made him greedy for more.
He knew she’d ceased thinking when she responded to his kiss by sinking her body farther into his embrace and tightening her arms around his neck.
Some things, he decided then and there, were just too mind-blowingly good, and kissing Swan was one of them. What they’d shared these last few days was a dimension of pleasure he hadn’t felt in a long time—or maybe ever—while devouring a woman’s mouth. And when his hands shifted from around her waist to cup her backside, he groaned at the feel of her body pressed tightly against his erection.
When he finally broke off the kiss, he buried his face in the curve of her neck and drew in a deep breath. This woman was almost too much. She looked good, tasted good and as he drew in another deep breath, he concluded that she smelled good, too.
“You want to come with me, Mr. Holloway?” she asked, stepping out of his arms.
“Yes.” The answer was quick off his lips.
She took his hand. “Then follow me.”
He had no problem following her and the minute he crossed the threshold into her office, he recalled the last time he’d been in here. Namely, when they’d shared a kiss that had nearly brought him to his knees.
“It appears dinner will have to wait.”
He glanced over at her. She had stepped out of her sandals. After locking the office door, he leaned against it and watched her undress. She was wearing a burnt-orange sundress with spaghetti straps. It looked good on her and the color of the dress seemed to highlight her hair and skin tone.
He had gotten little sleep since his friends had arrived in the Keys. But then they hadn’t come here to rest. They had left their families to come here and help him solve a sinister plan of espionage against the country they loved.
And to protect the woman he loved.
He suddenly swallowed deep when that last thought passed through his mind. As he watched Swan remove her panties, he knew without a doubt that he had fallen in love with her. He wouldn’t try to figure out how it happened but just accept that it had. Now more than ever he was determined to make sure whoever was trying to screw her over didn’t succeed.
“Are you going to just stand there?” she asked, standing before him completely naked.
“No, that’s not my intention at all,” he said, moving away from the door to stand a few feet from her in what he considered his safe zone. If he got any closer, he would be tempted to take her with his clothes on. He removed his shirt and eased both his khakis and briefs down his legs at the same time. Quick and easy.
“I love your dolphins,” she said. “I meant to ask you about them a number of other times, but always got sidetracked. So I’m asking you now. Any reason you chose dolphins?”
He decided to be as truthful with her as he could. One day he would have to explain to her why he’d lied about so many things. “Like the dolphins, I love being in the water. But this isn’t just any dolphin.”
“It’s not?”
“No. This dolphin’s name is Flipper. Surely you’ve heard of him.”
“Not as much as I know Willy from Free Willy.”
He chuckled as he moved toward her. “Willy was a whale. Flipper was a dolphin. That’s what my friends call me. Flipper.”
“Flipper?”
“Yes. Like I said, I love being in the water.”
“You don’t look like a Flipper.”
He came to a stop in front of her. “Don’t tell that to my family and friends. They wouldn’t agree with you.”
She reached out and touched the tattoo of the dolphin on his arm. Her fingers felt like fire as she traced along the design with her fingertips. “Beautiful. Not just your tattoos but all of you, David.”
“Thanks.” And in one smooth sweep, he picked her up and sat her on the desk, spreading her legs in the process.
“Did I tell you how much I missed you?” he asked, running his hands over her arms.
“Yes. Just a few moments ago when you arrived here and I told you I missed you, too. You also told me that you missed me when you walked me home Wednesday night and I invited you to stay.”
Flipper heard the disappointment in her voice. If only she knew how much he’d wanted to stay. But once he’d found out Jamila would be out for a while with Horacio, he needed that time to check out her place. “I couldn’t, but I intend to make it up to you when we have more time.”
He was letting her know this little quickie didn’t count. He had something planned for her when all this was over and he could sit her down and tell her everything.
“Not here and not now? What do you call this?” she asked when he reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands, marveling at just how beautiful they were.
“This is an I-can’t-wait-until-later quickie.”
“Interesting.”
Shifting his gaze from her breasts to her eyes, he said, “Let me show you, Swan Jamison, just how interesting it can be.” He leaned forward and kissed her while placing the head of his erection against her wet opening. The contact sent heat spiraling through him.
While his tongue mated greedily with hers, he entered her in one hard stroke. Pulling his mouth from hers, he let out a guttural moan when her muscles clamped down on his throbbing erection. That made him push harder and sink deeper.
And when she moaned his name, he knew she could feel the fire of passion spreading between them as much as he could.
* * *
Swan wrapped her legs completely around Flipper, loving the feel of him moving inside her. He was giving her body one heck of a workout on her desk. She could feel the heat in his eyes as he stared at her.
He used his hands to lift her hips off the desk’s surface for a deeper penetration. When his erection hit a certain part of her, she gasped and arched her back.
“David...”
She whispered his name when she felt him going deeper and deeper. The intensity of their joining sent emotions skyrocketing through her.
She needed this. She wanted this. Like him, she needed it now, not later. This was more than interesting. This was a hot, frenzied, torrid mating. More than a quickie. David was thorough, meticulously so, and not to be rushed. It was as if he intended to savor every stroke.
Suddenly, she felt herself falling. Not off the desk but out of reality when an orgasm rammed through her at the same time as he shuddered with the force of his own release.
They stared at each other, realizing something at the same time. Wanting to make sure he didn’t stop, she whispered, “Pill.”
It seemed that single word triggered another orgasm and she felt him flooding her insides again while his deep, guttural groan filled the room. His release sparked another within her. His name was torn from her lips when her body shattered in earth-shaking and mind-blowing ecstasy.
As the daze