Surf, Sea and a Sexy Stranger. Heidi Rice

all the harder. But fear and panic barked in his head like angry dogs, threatening the promise of pleasure, so tantalisingly close.

      He pulled her slim body clumsily beneath him, slanted his lips across hers. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her breath coming in shallow pants as his tongue delved. He cupped her sex, felt her buck as he sank seeking fingers into tight tender flesh.

      Thank God. She was ready. Hot, wet, slick with need.

      He ripped the foil open with his teeth, his breath sawing as he rolled the condom on one-handed.

      Pain stabbed in his leg, panic clawing at his throat as he adjusted her hips, nestled between her thighs.

       Do it now. Before you lose it all again.

      She gasped something, grasped his neck, but he couldn’t hear her through the rush of blood in his ears, the need and desperation 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.