Sunstroke

When Zack Wallace’s uncle offered him the chance to fulfill his dreams with a job flying for his Alaska charter service, no way was Bailey George going to hold him back. Flying was Zack’s life. Which is why she never told him about the unexpected, unplanned pregnancy. Or answered his letters or returned his calls. Instead, she moved away, got her law degree, and raised her son with the help of her family and friends. When Bailey is charged with running a retreat for her law partners at Casa Blanca Resort and Spa at Barefoot Bay, the last person she expects to run into is Zack. But any chance of a future comes to a shrieking halt when Bailey’s son, the image of Zack, shows up at Barefoot Bay. Part Two It was bad luck that had Robin Hanna working late the night her boss, already in trouble with the feds, had two late visitors. Worse luck for him when they shot him dead. In less than twenty-four hours the FBI whisks her out of town and off to the Casa Blanca Resort and Spa in Barefoot Bay, Florida. If she has to hide a way, she gives thanks for the hiding place they picked…a luxury resort. Trey DeMarcus. He had his life all mapped out: a beautiful wife, a career in JAG, and then retirement to Montana, a state where he’s always wanted to live. Neither his wife nor the law practice worked out and now he’s at the Casa Blanca Resort and Spa, trying to figure out his life. When these two meet up, they have nothing in common except lives in chaos. Then Barefoot Bay works it’s magic, and soon the electricity between lights up the sky. But first she has to escape the killers on her track.

Desiree Holt · Urbano

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41 Chs

Chapter 14: PART ONE

"I can't wait another minute to get you naked."

And that was the damn truth. He heard the roughness in his voice that came from his seemingly unquenchable need for her. "Sorry if that makes me a horny old man, but, Bailey? We have a lot of time to make up for. Last night just teased my appetite."

"Yes." Her voice was soft and breathless, the way it always was when she was aroused. "Yes, we do."

"We can have a conversation later."

"Sometimes conversation is highly overrated."

It registered on some level of consciousness that the covers were already drawn back on the bed and the pillows fluffed. But Bailey wet her lips, making them glisten so temptingly he forgot about everything else. Was she trying to avoid answering questions, even though she'd agreed they should talk? At this particular moment, he didn't care. Just looking at her made his cock swell so much he was afraid his zipper would break. He reached behind her head to undo the clasp holding her hair and let the stands cascade free. He loved her hair, so soft and silky, the rich color of banked fire.

"I'm not sure I'll ever get enough of tasting you." He stroked his tongue over her lips. "Did I say this last night? It's still true."

He took her mouth again, sipping from her lips then trailing his mouth along the line of her jaw. He nipped the lobe of one ear, something he knew always aroused her. When he moved his mouth to the hollow of her throat, he felt the staccato beat of her pulse through the tender skin. Oh, yeah, it still did the trick for her. Something so little, so simple, and she melted into him.

He nibbled lightly on her neck as he unbuttoned the blouse she wore and tugged it from her slacks. Her skin, when he slid his hands along her rib cage, was warm and soft. When his thumbs brushed the underside of her breasts, stroking them through the satin of her bra, she drew in a tiny gasp. He hummed his satisfaction against her neck.

"You feel so good, I could touch you forever."

He pressed his mouth to hers again while he pushed the blouse from her shoulders and tossed it aside. Next to go was the bra, leaving her wonderful breasts free for him to taste and touch. Sucking a nipple into his mouth, he was gratified to find it already hard, so he bit down on it gently. He was rewarded with a soft moan. Bailey pressed herself into him, her mound making hard contact with his very hungry cock.

He left no inch of her untouched as he undressed her, stroked her, licked her, and sucked. But, for all of it, he kept a soft touch, the light-as-a-feather caresses he remembered drove her wild. She made such delicious sounds as he covered every inch of her with his mouth and his hands.

He was so into it, he was stunned when she suddenly pushed him away from her. She was breathing hard, and that pulse at the hollow of her throat had stepped up its tempo. The scent of her musk filled the air, and heat blazed in her eyes.

"You aren't pulling that again tonight. If I'm naked, so are you."

Zack pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it with her discarded clothes. He sucked in a breath when she licked each of his nipples, just a light flick of her tongue. Then she dropped to her knees and undid the snap and zipper on his jeans.

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