Resonating Souls (Bermuda Nights #1)(19)

His breath was hot and heavy in my ear, his exhales groaning with desire. “God, Amanda, I would do anything for you. I would …” He slammed in again, shuddering, and I craved him, needed him …

He pulled out, balancing right at the edge, and it was more than I could bear.

I twined my fingers into his hair. My voice was a plea. “Fuck me.”

His groan was deep, his muscles rippling, and he drove into me. “Ask me again.”

My voice grew richer, rougher. “Fuck me.”

His hip rocked again, his solid legs driving him forward, his breath coming in thick gasps. “Again.”

“Fuck me, f*ck me, f*ck me …”

He cried out, a groan of triumph and desire and longing, and he slammed into me, and his burst blew away all thoughts, all emotions, all sensations into a blinding white light, one that stretched my skin out until I encompassed the universe. I was the sun, and he was the streaming rainbow, and we were colliding, intermingling, and coalescing into something new and wondrous.

At long last I blinked my eyes open. His eyes held mine, shining, and it took my breath away.

A cool breeze tickled across us, and it sent shivers from the sweat glistening over every inch of my body. We separated, and I bent over to pull my panties back up. I smoothed my dress down into place.

Evan was just buckling his buckle up when there was the sound of an engine. A middle-aged cop on a scooter came casually around the corner. He slowed as he approached us.

“You two ok?”

Evan nodded. “Yes, officer. Just heading back to the ship.”

The cop smiled genially. “All right then. Just be careful around here. There’s broken glass.”

Evan’s face didn’t flinch. “Thank you, sir. We’ll keep an eye out.”

The cop waved and drove on out of sight.

Evan slid his arm around my waist. “Let’s get you back to your room, before you can use those vixen charms on me a third time in one night.”

My eyes glowed with heat. “Three times in one night?”

He turned to look at me, his eyes went distant, and he shook his head. “How could Jeff have ever let you go?”

I slid my fingers up through his hair. My voice grew hoarse. “He did it so I could become yours.”

He closed his eyes, leant his forehead against mine, and the world fell away.





Chapter 9


I walked back and forth across the beach at Snorkel Park, glancing at my watch, trying to fight down the stream of chaotic thoughts which roiled around me.

He wasn’t coming. He had been thrown in the brig. He had decided I was too much trouble to deal with. He’d had his fun with me, and he’d moved on to another eager young groupie. He’d run into Jeff again, and this time he’d been outnumbered six to one. He’d –


There were footsteps, I looked up, and he was there.

I ran to him, relief coursing through me, and he drew me in, wrapping his arms around me. I found I was shaking, and couldn’t bring myself to stop.

My voice came out in a tremble. “I thought … I thought you weren’t going to come.”

He drew back, sliding a hand down my hair, his eyes shining. “I will always come for you,” he promised. “You deserve someone in your life you can rely on.”

“But last night with Jeff,” I countered. “They could report you to your captain, get you thrown off the ship, or worse!”

“They threw the first punch,” he pointed out, “and the second. But in any case, they don’t seem to have reported anything. My guess is they’re embarrassed about getting beaten up in a three-on-one fight. Maybe they’ll let it go.”

My voice dropped with worry. “Jeff isn’t the kind to let it go. He’s the kind to find some more friends and a dark alley.”

His mouth quirked into a smile. “I’ll be ready for them,” he promised. He reached into a pocket, bringing out a baggie of fish food. “In the meantime, are you ready for our swim?”

The silver porgies were as enthusiastic as the first time we played with them, the parrot fish crunched away on their coral, and the little sergeant-majors zipped around us, aglow with bright curiosity. This time it was nearly two hours before hunger drove me to reluctantly come up out of the shimmering depths of my Eden.

I glowed with contented delight as we walked up out of the water. “These have been the best two days of my life,” I vowed, sighing. “I never would have thought snorkeling would be so much fun.”

The corner of his mouth quirked up in a smile. “Oh? Is it only the time in the water that has you enjoying these past few days?”

The look in his eyes made me flush with heat. His lips were right there, so ready for kissing, and I had to turn away. There were more people here today, scattered on blankets on the beach, and I couldn’t get him into even more trouble than I already had.

He chuckled, then walked up to the small bar area. He called over to the elderly black woman behind the counter. “Hey there, Suzie. Did Rico drop off that cooler for me?”

She drew a small, soft-sided blue cooler up and put it on the counter. She added a large beach towel to it. “Sure did, Evan. You two have fun.”

He took both and guided me over to the left, to a quieter section of the beach. He laid out the navy blue towel, and in a moment we were sitting on it, facing each other.