"Good. More time for me to be alone with you, then."
He leaned over and nuzzled her neck, then slid his tongue along her collarbone. She shivered.
They stood at the counter and made breakfast. Naked. Morgan enjoyed every minute of it, especially when Tony leaned over and kissed her, or touched her, or grabbed her butt. If anyone would have told her a week ago that she'd be sharing an intimate breakfast in the nude with her lover, she'd have said they were insane.
He'd changed her so quickly. His patience, his gentleness, had brought her back to life. She'd never be able to thank him for what he'd done for her.
After breakfast they threw on a minimal amount of clothing and stepped outside to take a look at the road. Tony wanted to walk instead of driving, despite Morgan's warnings they would sink into the mud. He didn't seem to care. In fact, he held her hand as they traversed the mucky path leading into the rain forest.
Steam rose from the ground to cover them in a fine mist. Morgan was used to the lack of cool air to breathe, but she was certain Tony wasn't. Either way, he didn't complain, just kept hold of her hand and led her through the path.
"This looks too muddy to make it with the golf cart," he said, pointing to their feet sinking deeply into the mud.
"I know. But at least the rain's stopped and the sun is shining. Hopefully, by tomorrow it'll be dry enough to get through." She needed to get back to the resort. Not that she didn't trust Tara, but she felt it was her responsibility to be there for her guests.
"Yeah, me too. I'd hate to miss those sexual adventures you were going to take me to."
"Thought I was showing you a little sexual adventure right here," she teased.
He stopped and dragged her into his arms to plant a hot kiss on her lips. Her tongue twined with his, her temperature rising in a way that had nothing to do with the steamy jungle.
"I never got to sink my cock into your hot pussy again last night," he said as he dragged his lips from hers.
"No, you didn't." Her hands slid over his shoulders and cupped his face, drawing him down to hers for more of his delicious kisses. His budding erection wiggled between them.
She pulled away and smiled. "Would you like some of that right now?"
He didn't answer, just pulled her into the dense forest. She didn't speak, trusting he knew where he was going.
They came to a clearing and stepped out onto a small sandy beach. The sun glinted off the ocean, signaling the last of the storm. The sand was already dry
"Ever made love on the beach?" he asked, his eyes darkening in a way already familiar to her.
"No."
"Want to?"
"Oh, yes."
They rinsed their muddy feet in the ocean water, then Tony led her to a shady spot underneath a hanging palm frond. He yanked off his shorts and dropped them on the sand, taking her hands and easing her down on top of them. She started to pull off her sundress but he stopped her.
"Don't. I want to fuck you with your dress on."
A sweet ache pounded between her legs as moisture gathered there, readying her for him. Tony's shaft was erect and ready for her, and she hadn't even touched him yet.
He kneeled in front of her and captured her mouth in a heated kiss that left her breathless and panting. She spread her legs and he positioned himself between them, but didn't enter her.
What was he waiting for? Couldn't he see she was ready? But he left his hands on her knees and peered down between her legs, then looked at her.
"Do you know how sexy that is?"
"What?"
"Seeing your beautiful pussy under that dress. You don't wear panties, do you?"
"Not unless necessary. Actually I don't wear clothes that often at home."
"Damn," he whispered, more to himself, she thought, than her. "That's just fucking hot, babe."
He reached down and thumbed her clit, sending spirals of hot desire flooding through her. She lifted her hips and he penetrated her moist folds with his fingers, sliding one, then two, gently in and out until she was panting.
Watching him do that to her was tearing her apart. Could he feel the sweet pulses inside her?
"Tony, please."
"Please, what?" he teased, his free hand reaching out to find her nipple. It puckered and stood up against her dress.
"Fuck me."
"Now?"
"Yes." She moaned as he pressed his thumb against her clit, drawing lazy circles that made her crazy with need.
"Turn around."
He withdrew his hand and turned her over, then pulled her up onto her hands and knees. He leaned over her back and asked, "Do you like it this way?"
Morgan spoke through the shudder of excitement rumbling through her. "Yes."
"Good. Because I've been wanting to fuck you this way since the first time I saw you in your sexy little dresses." He slid the dress up over her hips, exposing her buttocks. "You have a gorgeous ass, Morgan."
Part of her wanted to reach back and pull the dress over her scars. Despite the fact she loved the position, the evidence of her beatings would be exposed to his line of vision. Knowing what he'd be looking at disturbed her.
Until he bent down and kissed them, ran his tongue over each and every one of the thin, pale scars, and brought genuine tears to her eyes that she was thankful he couldn't see. She blinked them back before they spilled onto the sand.
"You're beautiful, Morgan," he said, running his hands over her back and buttocks. "Such a perfect body, full and lush and just the way I like it."
She believed him. Whether she should or not, she didn't know. What she did know was at this moment she needed to believe his words were sincere.
His hands captured her attention and all thoughts of her scars disappeared. He touched her all over, squeezing her hips and reaching around to cup her breasts and pull the top of her dress down. He tweaked her nipples until she cried out from the pleasure. His erection pressed against her buttocks and she leaned forward so he could guide it toward her aching slit.
"You ready baby?" he asked.
"Yes." She was ready. More than ready. Ready now, dammit.
He probed between her legs, settling the head of his thick cock against her opening, then teased her by moving it back and forth over her pulsing core. When she would have shouted in protest he rubbed it gently against her clit, the rhythmic strokes of the velvety head sending a rush of pleasure through her.
"Oh, yes," she gasped, backing against him to feel more of the sensual stroking.
"I think you like that," he whispered, then pulled away.
"Stop teasing me!" she demanded, tired of being tormented with such sweet pain.
"Yes ma'am."
He chuckled, then settled against her, slowly gliding his shaft inside. He sunk inside her inch by glorious inch, stretching her, filling her until he was buried deep.
Her body instantly accommodated him, pulsing and contracting around his thick cock, moistening her cunt to provide him ample lubrication to stroke. And stroke he did, slowly at first, pushing deep until he brushed her most sensitive spot, then withdrawing. Her body clasped onto his shaft, reluctant to let him depart her depths.
It was exquisite, torture of the highest magnitude, and yet the single most pleasurable moment of her life. She fought the urge to climax all over his cock, not wanting this moment to end.
"Christ, you're tight, baby," he said, leaning over her back to pull her hair away from her neck. Dropping a kiss to the nape of her neck, he growled against her skin and she shuddered. He nipped at her shoulder, sinking his teeth lightly into her flesh, nearly sending her over the edge.
"Your pussy's squeezing me," he said against her cheek. "You wanna come on my cock, don't you?"
"Yes," she said through gritted teeth, trying to hold back the orgasm that threatened to spill. "Fuck me. Harder."
"Let it go, baby," he urged. "Come on me. You know I love it when you spread your sweet juices all over me."
She arched her ba
ck as the spasms wracked through her, then let out a loud moan of incredible pleasure, nearly unable to bear the orgasm that raged around his shaft. Pleasure pulses continued to well and peak until with surprise she yelled out again.
"Oh, God, Tony I'm coming again!"
He increased his thrusts. She shuddered beneath him, her mind awash in the sensations of the double orgasm. Barely able to breathe let alone speak, she let it flow through her, let the sensations take her along in a tidal wave of the most intense pleasure she'd ever experienced.
It took her a few moments to function again. Tony had slowed his movements, now pumping gently and slowly inside her. Her juices dripped down her legs, testifying to the intensity of her multiple orgasms.
"Mmm," he murmured, turning her chin to the side to press a kiss against her face. And still he moved inside her, relentlessly disciplined in his thrusts until she felt the tension build again.
"This time, I'm coming with you," he rasped, straightening and grabbing onto her sundress with his hand. His fingers dug into her sensitive flesh, which only served to heighten the sensation of pleasure his shaft provided.
He rode her hard, pumping his cock faster, his tight balls banging against her clit. She held back, knowing he was close, wanting to get there with him, until she felt him tense. Then she let go, allowing her orgasm to pull him more deeply inside her, her pussy milking him. He let out a wild moan as he came inside her and she bucked against him, wanting to squeeze every last drop out of him as he had done to her.
Morgan dropped to the warm sand and Tony eased on top of her, holding his
sweat-slickened body against her, but not pressing any weight upon her. Then he slid to the side and pulled her into his arms.
They lay that way for a while, both of them panting for breath in the steamy, humid air. The ocean waves crashed near the shore, the clouds parting to reveal a blistering hot sun.
"We're sticky and I'm covered with sand," she announced when she could finally manage to speak.
"Ditto. How about a little splash and play in the water?"
Her body craved the cool relief. Tony stood and hauled her up beside him, with one fluid motion pulling the sundress from her body. He grabbed her hands and ran for the waves. Morgan laughed loudly when he dove in with a belly flop.
They swam out a few yards, enjoying the refreshingly cool ocean water. Then they stepped onto the beach and grabbed their clothes.
"I suppose we need to go back to the house," he said, his voice tinged with regret.
"I guess so." Although the thought of living on the beach naked for the rest of their lives held more than a little appeal at the moment.
She turned to head back but his hand on her wrist stopped her. When she paused he pulled her into his arms and crushed her mouth with his, tangling his tongue with hers in a passion loaded kiss that spoke volumes without words.
"I know," she said, not certain if what they felt was the same thing, but knowing that they'd each experienced something monumental here on the beach. For her, it was an emotional renewal, a connection she never thought she'd feel with a man again.
For him, she wasn't certain, and was too afraid of finding out the answer to even think about asking.
Chapter Eleven
Tony paced his bedroom, knowing he'd have to go out there sooner or later. Morgan was waiting for him so they could head back to the resort.
Maybe spending all this time having sex with Morgan was scrambling his brain, but the longer he spent here, the closer he came to doing exactly what he swore he'd never do.
Get involved. Seriously, emotionally involved. How could he be so stupid? Morgan was a woman, just like any other. He'd never had any trouble fucking and forgetting one before.
No, he thought, running his hands through his hair. He was wrong. That was the problem. Morgan wasn't like any of the other women he'd known before. And that's why she'd wormed her way into his heart.
Shit. He didn't need this, didn't want it, and frankly, wouldn't have it. He did not want to have these goddamn feelings for her. Feelings led to attachment, attachment led to relationships and relationships were disastrous.
He'd simply gotten too close too fast with Morgan. He'd felt sorry for her when he'd seen her scars, and when she asked him to help he'd gotten all that juicy sex mixed up with emotion.
All she wanted from him was sex. All he could give her was sex.
Problem solved, right?
She'd never indicated she felt anything for him other than pure and simple lust.
So, what the hell was he worried about?
Ignoring the urge to hide in his room a little longer, he opened the door and searched for her, finding her outside near the pool.
She faced the ocean, the bright sunlight glinting off her red hair. She wore another one of those slinky sundresses that drove him mad with the urge to rip it right off her. Her well-shaped legs peeked out the bottom of the dress, the wind whipping it up every now and then to show off a well-toned thigh.
Damn if just the sight of her didn't get him hard.
She turned when he stepped onto the veranda, and smiled at him.
"You ready?" she asked, sweeping the blowing hair away from her face.
Hell yeah he was ready. For more sex, not a trek to the resort. "Sure, let's go."
They hopped in the golf cart and Morgan maneuvered through the still wet trail, although the sun had mostly dried everything up. Now it was just blistering hot outside. He wore shorts and a tank top and even those felt like too many clothes. Wandering around the house naked with Morgan had spoiled him.
In more ways than just clothing.
She was quiet the entire trip. Then again, so was he. He knew what he was thinking about, but what about her?
"Something on your mind?" he finally asked.
She shook her head. "No. Just thinking about what I need to do at the resort."
"I'll try to stay out of your way."
"Nonsense." She turned to look at him, her gaze warm and inviting. "You're still here to do an article, and you've only seen one event."
Oh great, more sex events. So much for his decision to keep his distance from her. The two of them stuck together and forced to watch another erotic show wasn't going to help at all.
"What are you showing me today?" he asked, hoping it was something he found distasteful, like...like...well, hell. He really couldn't think of a single sexual act he wouldn't like.
"What do you want to see?" Her voice had gone all low and gravelly, the sound heading straight to his crotch and waking his penis from its exhausted slumber. Shit.
"Doesn't matter to me," he replied with a shrug, trying to appear cool and detached. Yeah right, like that was possible sitting next to a woman who smelled like sunshine and tropical flowers.
She frowned, then resumed driving without another word. When they arrived at the resort, she slipped out of the cart and headed right for her office. Tony trailed along as far as the lobby, then figured Morgan had a million things to do so he might as well look around a bit, maybe interview some of the support staff.
He found Morgan's assistant, Tara, in the lounge on a break. Wow. How had he missed seeing this woman? Mid-twenties, long raven hair streaming straight down her back, petite figure and the most gorgeous eyes he'd ever seen. A golden amber, they shimmered when she smiled. He introduced himself.
"Oh, you're the reporter that's interviewing Morgan this week?" she asked.
He nodded. "Yeah. Listen, do you have a few minutes? I'd like to ask you some questions."
She glanced down at her watch and then back at him. "I've got a few, sure. "
They sat at one of the lounge tables. "What can I help you with?" she asked.
"Are you from the islands?"
She laughed, a lilting, joyful laugh that brightened her entire face. "Hardly. I was born and raised in California, went to college at UC Berkeley and majored in marketing."
"So how did you get hooked up here?"
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"I wanted travel and adventure. I started out marketing for a travel agency, which meant I got to visit vacation resorts. Since I had a few customers who were interested in more erotic vacation spots, I took the opportunity to tour several. When I came across Paradise I fell in love and never left."
"Fell in love with a guy?"
There was that laugh again. "God, no. That's the last thing I want. I'm career building. I mean I fell in love with the resort and Morgan was nice enough to hire me on as her assistant. Some day I'd love to own a place like this."
"Why?"
Her brows knit together. "Why, what?"
"Why would you want to own a place like this?"
"What's wrong with Paradise? It's open and free and I live a carefree existence far removed from the typical trappings of society. But you have to have a certain personality type to live in a place like this. It's not for those who crave shopping malls and movie theaters and all the amenities of the big city."
"And you don't miss any of those things?"
"Nah. I've got everything I need right here."
"What about men?" Tony found it hard to believe an attractive woman in her twenties wouldn't be more into the social scene than her career.
"They're a nuisance. Use 'em and lose 'em is my motto."
Then it was his turn to laugh. Tara's motto sounded vaguely familiar.
"Oh hell, there I go shooting my mouth off again." She sighed and clasped her hands in her lap, smoothing imaginary wrinkles from her flowery sundress.
Damn, she had nice legs. Funny, though, sitting here with a beautiful woman like Tara didn't hit his sex buttons one bit. Obviously, Morgan had exhausted him.
"No problem. I just wanted to get a feel for some of the staff here, figure out what makes people want to work at a place like this."
"You mean because of all the sex?"
"Partly."
"That's easy. You have to be sexually adventurous to work at Paradise. As well as open minded." Her eyes narrowed for a few seconds before she added, "There are a lot of people with ridiculous provincial views on sexuality. One of the reasons I stay here. Anything goes."
"And do you partake of the sexual adventures here?"
A warm hand rested on his shoulder and he turned around quickly to find Morgan frowning down at him. "That's a bit of a personal question, don't you think?"
He smiled up at her. "Just doing my job."