“Come on,” Delaney muttered, clutching his back, wrapping her legs up higher. “You can do better than that. Let it go, let it go. Oh, like that.” Her voice rose like an incantation as he pumped harder, faster. He felt her rake his back with her nails and the last vestiges of civilization fell away. Unleashed, he stroked into her, searching out his own ecstasy, hearing hers in her cries.
Pleasure became pain, pain became pleasure, labels irrelevant in the face of such utter sensory overload. Delaney felt him so deep she thought he was going all the way through her. Every instant she was sure she couldn’t take another moment of it, and she couldn’t bear to have it end as each stroke dragged her past any feeling she’d ever known. So she clutched at his slippery back, trying to hold on to her sanity even as she cried out without volition, her body drawn tight with tension. She felt the orgasm looming, building, swelling, enormous and more intense than she’d ever felt before with anyone.
Head flung back on the pillow, she opened her eyes and found Dom staring down at her, his eyes burning with heat, his face taut. “Come on, give it to me,” he muttered and slammed into her hard.
And suddenly the climax exploded along her entire body, shaking her, shattering her into a million burning pieces. Dimly, she heard herself crying out and felt Dom stroke a handful of times more before he spilled himself into her while she was still convulsing.
5
DELANEY WOKE TO THE morning light, individual blades of sun shining over the bed through the louvers they’d forgotten to shut on the balcony doors. They’d fallen asleep around 4:00 a.m., she recalled dimly, out of exhaustion, not lack of desire. No wonder they hadn’t been paying attention to details. With a vague thought of closing the louvers, she moved to rise. And every single muscle she had protested.
Beside her, Dom stirred. “Hey.” He kissed her nose.
Delaney groaned. “Are you the one responsible for the fact that my body feels like someone worked it over with a ball-peen hammer?”
He grinned. “I seem to recall someone telling me to stop being careful.”
“That didn’t mean you had to listen.” She stretched, though, as satisfied as a cat full of cream. “Okay, it was worth it, even if I am permanently lame.”
He stroked his hand down her torso and she shivered at the feel of his hand on her bare breast. “I think you’ll survive.” He bent to take her nipple into his mouth. “We just need to get you into a hot shower with someone who knows how to handle a bar of soap.”
“Would that someone be you?”
“Why don’t you come on in and find out?”
He drew her up off the bed, led her into the bathroom, where he turned on the water.
“Hot,” she said. “As hot as it can get.”
“I don’t think that’s very. They don’t bother with it. Most people keep it cool.” Dom lathered up the soap as Delaney stepped gratefully into the steaming stream. “Now about those sore muscles,” he said.
And his slippery fingers slid between her legs.
THERE WAS A LOT TO BE said for hot water, Dom thought later, as they walked out of the bathroom.
Delaney lay back naked on his bed. “Mmm. I’m feeling almost human. You know, if they put this in the brochures, they’d be mobbed with guests. Ten days, nine nights, world-rocking sex guaranteed.” She yawned. “That gives me, what, another seven nights?”
“Not exactly.”
“Six?”
“Try two. And a half,” he added. “I fly out Sunday.”
“Sixteen years you wait to give me bang-the-headboard orgasms and now you’re leaving? You don’t get to be the one to leave again.” Underneath the pout was a hint of real reproof.
And nobody could be unhappier with the situation than him. “I don’t have a choice. I’ve been here a week already. You should have gotten here earlier.”
She rolled over onto her belly. “Better late than never.”
“Better than most things I can think of.” He sat beside her and stroked his hand down her back, tracing the groove of her spine, sliding up and over the rise of her ass. “How’s your condom supply holding out?”
“I’ve got more back in my room.” She leered at him. “Want to come search with me?”
“Maybe. What do you have planned for today? I figured maybe we could hang out.” He kept his voice light. She was there with friends. She might need to spend the day with them. She might have been going on some kind of tour or activity, in which case, he’d do his best to tag along, even if it meant swimming with dolphins.
Although he drew the line at shopping.
“I was planning to lay on the beach, drink, maybe learn the merengue. What have you got to offer?”
He leaned down to press an open-mouthed kiss on her bare ass. “Besides the obvious?”
“Besides that.”
He moved around behind her and began to spread her legs apart. “Let me think.” He licked the inside of her thigh and watched the goose bumps form. “Eric’s diving again today but I wanted to go see Tulum. You could come with me.”
“Tulum? The Mayan ruins?”
He nuzzled her. “They’ve got a pyramid there. Not quite as big as the one at Chichen Itza, but it’s right on the beach. We can rent a car.”
At that, she perked up and scrambled away from him. “Only if I can drive.”
“Why does that thought make me nervous?”
She pulled her dress on over her head. “I don’t know why it would. I’m a very moderate driver, I’ll have—”
He tugged her into his arms and fastened his mouth over hers. “I don’t think you’re moderate at anything,” he murmured against her lips. “It’s one of the things I like about you.”
“Oh, really,” she said breathlessly. “You want to tell me a few more of those things?”
“The fact that you’ve got absolutely nothing on under that dress?”
“It’ll give you something to think about on the way over to my hotel. Now about the rest of those things.”
“Come with me to Tulum and I’ll tell you.”
“Let me drive.”
He reached out to pick a ten-peso coin off the bureau. “We’ll flip for it.”
“I STILL THINK THAT WAS a two-headed coin,” Delaney grumbled as they headed down the bleached concrete highway that led to Tulum. On either side of the road rose the low, green tangle of palmetto jungle, broken up with the occasional brightly painted bodega or gas station.
“Do you think I’d do anything so devious as use a two-headed coin on you?”
“Heck, yeah,” she shot back.
“That’s slander.”
“I don’t think it’s slander if it’s just the two of us. I think then it’s merely an insult.”
“After all I’ve done for you, you insult me?”
She regarded him with a raised brow. “I’ve done a few things for you back.”
“True. So I’ll