world simply went away. He cupped her head and curled a big arm around her back and she found herself almost melting against him, feeling all that power and heat somehow sinking into her too, so that she felt as powerful as he was.
The power flowed between them, back and forth. Often Allegra would simply give herself up to him, follow his lead, go where he wanted to. But just as often, Douglas would read her, read her body and reactions and know what she wanted before she knew it herself. Then he would give it to her.
She closed her eyes as she kissed him, the insides of her lids golden with the light and with the honeyed pleasure. Against her stomach his penis was huge and hard. She knew it would be almost peeping out from the waistband of his swimming trunks. Her hand trailed from his back around across his washboard stomach, fitting her hand beneath the trunks and holding him.
How she loved touching him there. It felt like touching a nuclear reactor, a source of almost supernatural power. Every time she touched him, his penis would swell, move with her hand, as if they were conducting a dance. She made a fist around him and pumped down to the broad base and back up.
Douglas hissed as if he were in pain, but it wasn’t pain. She knew that.
There was something different now, some urgency that pleased her down to her toes. Douglas wasn’t showing that iron-clad will he usually did.
This far and no further because, well, she was recovering wasn’t she? That had been their sex life these past four months.
No, this time the kiss wasn’t timed, wasn’t calculated in its steps. This time the kiss was open, in every way. She lifted herself up more, helped by the buoyancy of the water, so she could be completely face to face with him, something that could never happen outside bed. He helped her, boosting her with an arm across her bottom. She slanted to get a better taste of him and a sudden cold wind, from way out to sea, lashed her wet back.
She couldn’t control the shiver and Douglas lifted his head immediately. “Let’s get you back to the room. It’s getting chilly.”
Oh no! Allegra didn’t want to open her eyes and see that face . Frowning, puckered with worry over her. All sensuality gone, as if she’d turned into that maiden aunt again.
When she finally did open her eyes again, though, she didn’t see the ‘poor Allegra’ face, not at all. She saw heat and sex as he looked at her, and she realized he was seeing her, the woman, not the invalid. His woman. A woman he desired, only right now he wanted her to be more comfortable than this.
But the sex hadn’t gone, it had merely been set aside.
And she was chilly. He was right. They should be heading up to their room. Where, if she read his expression correctly, things might actually happen tonight.
So she smiled at him and took his hand and headed to shore. Thinking that maybe, just maybe, she might get lucky tonight.
Chapter Three
Kowalski held his wife’s hand as they waded through the transparent water up to the beach.
He thought sad bad thoughts to bring his boner down. He thought of all the brave young SEALs who’d lost their lives during the fifteen years he’d been Senior. He thought of the Indonesian village they’d infiltrated in ’08 only to find the intel had been off a day. The entire village had been executed the day before by Jema’ah Islamiyah fucks. He visualized that silent walk through the village, seeing men, women and children in the big hole that had been dig in the ground, each one with a gunshot wound at the back of the neck. Some of the children had been so small the gunshot severed the head.
It worked. By the time he and Allegra hit shore, his dick was right where in belonged in public—hanging between his legs. As they trod the board walkway he noticed a big-breasted woman rise up on her elbow and study him. Allegra was right—she carried enough bling to sink a ship. He didn’t get the feeling that it was her