Bombshell - Men of Sanctuary Series, Book Three by Danica St. Como

poetic.”
    The next kiss lasted longer. Tasted sweeter. Felt hotter.
    “Can’t help it. I haven’t been able to think straight since you left my bed. I get an instant hard-on whenever you’re around. Hell, I get a hard-on every time I just imagine us together. You cast some sort of island spell on me, didn’t you?”
    She tried to pull out of his arms. “It didn’t seem to be a problem at the airport when you were coming on to Miss NASCAR bouffant blonde with dock bumpers for boobs. Look, buddy, I’m going back to my room. I’m too tired to think about you right now.”
    He ran his thumb along the smooth underside of her jaw. She whimpered at the pleasure of his touch, and his cock twitched at the soft sound. “Baby, don’t think. Just do.”
    “MacBride, where do you think we’re headed with this? The woman you met at the conference wasn’t me. She doesn’t exist. She was an aberration. Consider her a temporary figment of your imagination. I don’t come on to men like that. I never drank so much at one time in my entire life, and sure as shit never will again. Sport sex and one-night stands aren’t my thing. She’s not who I am. I don’t do casual spur-of-the-moment flings.”
    “I know.”
    “How could you know? How could you possibly know? We spent one night together, as incredible as it was. And me—no better than a female lounge lizard, only I didn’t ask for money.”
    “I know because you are the most honest and reactive woman who’s ever been in my bed. No game playing. You were warm and funny and incredibly high-energy sexy, and you played my body like a virtuosa. I couldn’t get enough of you. I still can’t.”
    “Fella, I hate to state the obvious, but you were thinking with your dick. And then I was thinking with your dick.” Leaning her forehead against his chest, she sighed.
    “The problem is, it’s a wonderful dick.”
    He ran his hands from her shoulders to her waist. “Look, Keko, I don’t know what brought us together across an entire continent, but it must mean something.
    Kismet. Destiny.”
    “MacBride, I heard those words once already, from someone who seems like a normal adult. I doubt if it’s meant to work its magic twice. What it means for us is that we were sex-starved lunatics in the right place at the right time, with the stars and planets in perfect alignment. When we were in each other’s arms, the sky trembled, the earth moved. Now it’s back to business as usual, playing with things that explode.”
    “Play with me, and I’ll certainly explode. Are you still a sex-starved lunatic?”
    Before Keko could respond, he shucked out of his T-shirt, jeans, and briefs. He lifted her so she could wrap her legs around his naked hips, her arms draped over his shoulders.
    “You like this position, as I recall.” His cock stood at attention as its head prodded her panty-clad pussy. “I know I do.”
    He stood her on the floor, stripped off her undies and satiny baby-doll top.
    Reaching into his kit bag, he had a condom out, then was sheathed before she could react. Settling on the edge of the bed, he lifted her again, brought her to his lap. “Are you ready for me?”
    With his hard cock knocking at the door of her pussy, Keko took a better position, with her knees braced on the mattress, then mounted up. As she slid her snug sex down his shaft, he thought he would pass out from sheer ecstasy before she managed to engulf only half of him. “You are so incredible.”
    Keko twisted her hips to seat him deeply inside her body, twisted again, then nibbled at his nipples with her teeth and lips after she laved the hard nubs with the flat of her warm tongue.
    “Oh fuck ! Baby, stay still. Stay very still. If you move like that again while you’re playing with my nipples, I’m gonna explode in about 2.3 nanoseconds, like Fourth of July fireworks.”
    Not only did she move, but she rode him hard, like he was an eight-second bull that couldn’t unseat her.
    As he