Surf, Sea and a Sexy Stranger. Heidi Rice

tightening like a fist around his heart.

      He thrust deep. The surge of power, of pleasure, of triumph so intense he couldn’t breathe.

      The velvet flesh closed so tight around him he had to withdraw, thrust again. At last he settled deep, the blast of raw heat incredible. His hips pistoned, the pain in his leg forgotten as the orgasm, cruel, elemental, unstoppable, roared through him.

      He shouted out his release and charged over the edge, his lungs bursting, the wondrous euphoria raging through him like the storm outside.

      Chapter Six

      MADDY stared at the plaster moulding on the ceiling, her disappointment almost as huge as the heavy male body smothering her.

       Was that it?

      Her wild, reckless, wanton fling? What a total waste of time and effort.

      Ryan King may have had the sexiest body she’d ever laid eyes on—and the biggest ‘you-know what’—but he also had about as much finesse as a bulldozer.

      Her eyes narrowed as the shock began to clear.

      She’d asked him to slow down, tried to give him a little bit of direction. But had he listened? No, he’d just charged on regardless, using his thing like a battering ram.

      Okay, he hadn’t hurt her. But that was only because she’d been so turned on. The way he’d ploughed into her, he could have done her an injury.

      She wriggled, winced and wedged her hand under his shoulder to give him a shove. He grunted, but hardly budged. Then the still-huge erection pulsed inside her. She groaned, the too-full ache making her more uncomfortable and annoyed by the second.

      This could have been so much better, so much more. If he’d taken his time, shown a little patience and consideration for her enjoyment, her feelings. Instead of which, he was obviously one of those guys who thought having a handsome face and a larger-than-average appendage was enough. Well, it wasn’t, not by a long shot. Not for her. Maybe there really were women who could spontaneously combust to order with only two seconds of foreplay, but she wasn’t one of them. And she refused to feel inadequate about it.

      She gave him another heftier shove and bit her lip as he rolled off her to flop onto the bed beside her.

      She closed her legs, noticed the tenderness between her thighs and glared at him. With his eyes closed and a smile of blissful satisfaction on his too-handsome face, he looked like a small boy who had just devoured a whole Knickerbocker Glory in one swallow.

      Unfortunately for her, it had been all Knickerbocker and very little Glory.

      Resentment overwhelmed her. Swiftly followed by recrimination.

       This is all your own stupid fault. What the heck were you thinking?

      If only she’d actually been thinking. She’d have remembered there was a reason why you had to get to know someone before you did the wild thing with them. Never had her granny’s favourite saying been truer. ‘If it looks too good to be true…’

      Clutching the sheet to her chin, she examined the plaster some more.

      She should never have let her hormones and her dismal relationship history rob her of every last ounce of self-control—and common sense. She’d known the guy was arrogant and dominant and moody, but she’d decided to seduce him anyway.

      She shuffled across the bed, her overworked muscles protesting, and resentment peaked.

      Well, at least she’d learned her lesson. No more wild, wanton, reckless flings, not for a while anyway. Because she was going to be paying the price for this one for days.

      She swung her feet to the floor, glanced at the rain splashing against his bedroom window and sighed. And that was without even factoring in the long walk home through a hurricane.