Chapter 36

Later,’ he muttered, climbing on the bed and catching hold of her to lift her up, then bringing her down again so she straddled his thighs in a warm blending of soft womanliness and strong, hard masculinity.

Her arms went around his shoulders again, her mouth already searching out his, and she moved her hips against him until she caught the thrust of his erection just where she wanted it, her quiver of pleasure making him gasp, the firm clasp of his hands on her slender ribcage there to support her so she could set her own sensual pace.

And she rode the road of pleasure without a single care that she groaned, gasped, and even laughed; it was so glorious. She strung out the sweet agony for so long that it almost hurt when she finally fell over the edge.

"If you ever drink rum in the company of others, I will shoot you," Dami muttered into her hair as he held her limp body against him.

But all Charley could do was whimper because "I want you again already."

Passion was everything in par