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  “Sure. I say it all the time.”

  “And so, the ex is in the past?”

  “Oh God, yes. We’re done. He knows that, but he was pretty drunk and desperate last night.”

  Brock didn’t say anything. Finally Natalie asked, “Does it bother you that I’m divorced?”

  “Nope. Just thinking about how very stupid your ex must be to have left you for another woman.”

  “Thank you.”

  By now they’d passed the castle and an area they’d learned was a small community of exclusive private homes.

  “When I was booking the parasailing yesterday, the gal told me about a path that almost nobody knows about. It’s open to the public, but so close to the private area that it’s pretty much overlooked. She said to look for a blue rock on the right just past the house with the red tile roof.”

  Natalie giggled. “Have you looked at these houses? They all have red tile roofs.”

  And they did. Nonetheless, Natalie spotted the rock, and they turned right. The path led out to a shaded lane that ran along the beach. Fresh sea air rolled in with the waves crashing on shore. Birds flew above the azure water, diving periodically for a fish meal.

  “This is beautiful.”

  Brock grunted. “Yeah, but this loose sand is hell to run in. Let’s back off the pace a little and enjoy the view.”

  Natalie immediately dropped to a walk and gasped in a breath. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  After a couple of minutes of silent walking, Natalie asked, “What’s on your agenda for today?” She pulled her T-shirt up and wiped her sweaty face.

  He mimicked her action. “Whatever you’re doing, if that’s okay with you.”

  “Well…” She wrinkled her nose. “I was going to go to the beach for some sun, and while you’re welcome to join me…” She took a pointed look at his white legs. “I am a little worried you’ll fry like a chicken leg in grease.”

  She quit worrying that she’d offended him when he burst out laughing.

  “What? Pasty white legs ain’t your thang?”

  She laughed.

  “It’s winter, babe. Jeans and boots all the time at home. But I’ll be fine. My sister packed a bottle of SPF fifty in my suitcase.”

  “Lauren, right?”

  He nodded. “Right. She’s been a ranch gal all her life. She knows what happens to the summer tans come winter.”

  “Race you back?” She started to jog in place.

  They took off at a run back toward their cabins but stopped for breakfast as they passed the castle. It was almost ten when Natalie walked over to Brock’s cabin and knocked.

  “Come in,” he yelled.

  She opened the door. “I’m headed down.”

  Brock came out wearing a pair of board shorts and a muscle shirt.

  “Where’s your SPF fifty? We aren’t leaving without it.”

  His cheeks tinged pink when he held up a bottle with the picture of a baby on it. “I’m going to kill my sister.”

  Natalie grinned. “Sounds like she was worried about your baby-smooth, delicate skin.”

  Brock laughed. “I don’t want to talk about it. C’mon.” He threw an arm around her shoulders. “And I rented us a tent cabana in case we start getting too much sun.”

  She snaked an arm around his waist. “What a great idea. Thanks.”

  The scent of soap and clean man swirled around her and made her squeeze in a little tighter.

  When they got to the beach, there were a number of brightly striped canvas cabanas erected with sides that would raise or lower by pulley. Each one had a sign attached. It didn’t take long to find the one labeled Wade and Diamond. In fact, it was set up right behind Natalie’s cabin.

  Inside the cabana the sand had been covered with an outdoor rug. Sitting on the rug were two beach recliners with cushions and two towels. Each chair had its own table. On one of the tables was a portable radio.

  “Okay.” Natalie looked around. “Now I’m impressed.”

  Brock nodded. “They do it right here.”

  “What’s the radio for?” Natalie pointed to the electronic device.

  “Beachside service. If we need drinks or food or towels, we can call in, and someone will bring it down to us.”

  “Totally ridiculous. I love it.”

  “Want me to move your chair out into the sun?”

  “Please. I’m not going to be out long. Want to come or are you going to be smart and stay in the shade?”

  “After you made fun of my legs? Ha,” Brock said with a mock scowl. “I’m doing neither. I’m headed out to the ocean. You want to get wet?”

  Natalie choked as her mind went to a totally inappropriate response. She swallowed hard. “I think I’ll work on my tan.”

  He got her set up on the beach with her chair, towel, and the radio. When he stripped off his shirt to head to the water, she licked her lips. Man-oh-man. She had to figure out a way to see the rest of him.

  Damn Tim. She might have had her chance last night if he hadn’t called.

  As Brock made his way to the water’s edge, she noticed a number of other women in the area giving him decidedly lusty looks. The man could have any of those women with a flex of his finger…or his biceps. Why was he with her? There were better looking women here and many with much better figures than hers.

  She watched him swim into the waves, his strong back muscles popping and bulging with each stroke. Damn, she was drawn to him. She had to stop staring at him before he caught her. She forced herself to lie back on the recliner and soak up some rays. Meanwhile she let a little erotic fantasy run in her brain like a movie.

  Cold water dripped on her chest. She screamed and sat up. Brock grinned at her. Around her, the wind had picked up quite a bit.

  “Storm’s coming,” Brock said.

  Natalie rolled to her side and looked up into dark clouds. She frowned. “When did those roll in?”

  “Just now. You were asleep. Thought we’d better—”

  The skies took that moment to open the floodgate. Buckets of water poured over her head and body. Natalie jumped from her chair, laughing. A bolt of lightning hit the water, followed closely by a deafening roar of thunder. The wind howled around them, the whipped sand stinging her legs.

  “We need to get in out of this,” Brock shouted. He grabbed her hand. “Come on.”

  Around them, other guests were racing off the beach to shelter. Resort employees were scurrying to store chairs, umbrellas, and cabanas before they could be lifted into the ocean.

  “Where’s our cabana?” she asked as they jogged past the site where it’d been earlier.

  “Helped one of the guys take it down. I’ve been watching this storm coming on for a while. I wanted to let you get as much tanning as you could today since this storm will last the rest of the night.”

  “And you know this how?” she yelled over the wind.

  “Years of watching storms. When you have cattle to take care of, you learn about things like that.”

  They hustled down the path toward Brock’s cabin. By now, they were both drenched. There wasn’t a square inch on Natalie that wasn’t wet, and that pretty much entailed everywhere on her body. Brock’s large hand wrapped around her fingers as he hurried toward his cabin. From her towed perspective, his tight ass looked down-right fabulous. She jerked on his hand to get his attention.

  “Slow down,” she called. “We can’t get any wetter.”

  He stopped and looked at her, and then smiled. “You’re not like most women.”

  “How’s that?”

  “You’re not freaking out that your hair’s wet or that you’ve got mascara running down your face.”

  “I do?” She swiped at her cheeks, but her hand came back clean. Then she remembered she wore waterproof mascara.

  He laughed and stepped up until her breasts were brushing his chest. Capturing her face between his hands, he attacked her mouth, licking and nibbling and sucking her tongue into his
mouth. Her legs became so rubbery it was a wonder she could stand.

  She ran her hands up his chest, the feel of water sluicing down the firm muscles sending her mouth into a frenzy on his.

  His hands slipped from her face and down her arms until he held her ass in the palms of his hands. He pulled her against the bulge in his board shorts. He didn’t have to tug very hard. Natalie ground her aching groin against his hardness.

  He leaned back until their gazes met. “I want you,” he said. “I want you in my bed in every position we can think of. If you don’t want that, speak now.”

  She pushed away, and disappointment flashed on his face. “Then why are we standing in this freaking rain?”

  Chapter Eight

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  NATALIE RACED UP the flagstone steps to the terrace with Brock close on her heels. He caught her as she reached the door and wrapped his arms around her, pressing his hard body to her back. He kissed the area below her ear, and she shivered.

  “Cold?” he asked.

  “No. Wait.” She looked over her shoulder. “If I said yes, would I get a hot shower?”

  A broad grin was his only reply. He opened the door, walked her through with him still plastered to her backside, then slammed the door behind them. He took her hand and led her through the cabin, through a bedroom larger and plusher than hers, into a bathroom that’d been conceived from her fantasies. The white marble tiled room was dominated by a glass-walled shower with multiple showerheads.

  He swung her around until her back pressed against the marble counter. He took her mouth in a crushing kiss of heat and tangled tongues. Walking his fingers up her back, he nimbly unhooked the bikini bra, releasing the tension around Natalie’s chest. With his tongue dueling hers for control, he pushed the bra up, freeing her breasts into his work-roughened hands. Calloused fingers plucked her nipples, sending zinging electricity to her core. The harder he pinched and pulled, the more her sex throbbed. She swore she could feel it swelling in response to his nipple play.

  He pulled away from the kiss long enough to strip her bra down her arms and turn on the shower. Water streamed from all the shower openings extending from the wall.

  Now that the time was here, nervous uncertainty clawed at Natalie’s confidence. What if Brock didn’t like her body? Thought she was fat? It’d been over two years since she’d been with a man. What if she really sucked at this and that was why Tim had had affairs?

  As though reading her mind, Brock trailed his fingers down her ribcage to her hips.

  “You were made for this,” he said, sliding his thumbs into the elastic of her bikini bottoms. “Your body is perfect.” He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked. Natalie’s head dropped back as a tingling wave of arousal formed an eddy in her gut.

  He kissed the underside of her breast, running his tongue along the seam where her flesh met rib.

  “God, you taste so good,” he said in a gravelly tone.

  Natalie pulled her head up and forward so she could watch him working his mouth and tongue down her abdomen. When he got to her navel, he rimmed it with the tip of his tongue and then went to his knees as though worshiping a goddess.

  The sight of this strong, virile man on his knees in front of her had her grabbing the counter’s edge to remain upright.

  His fingers dug into her hips as he took hold of the bikini’s material. He pulled it slowly down her legs to the floor, then lifted one foot and then the other to remove it. After tossing it over into the corner, he kissed her ankle. Then slowly, and with exquisite torture, he licked and kissed his way up her legs, alternately left, right, left, right. Each stroke of his tongue added to the intense swirling inside her gut.

  By the time he reached the lips of her sex, she was quivering, wet, and desperate. Would he think her forward if she hopped on the counter and draped her legs around his neck?

  It turned out that she didn’t have to do anything.

  “Spread your legs,” he muttered, while tonguing the inside of her thigh.

  Natalie spread her feet, but it wasn’t enough to accommodate his broad shoulders.

  “Wider,” he said, then sucked the flesh at the junction of her hip and her thigh. He stopped sucking and looked up at her. “Wider, babe. Much wider. I want to see you while I enjoy the taste of you in my mouth.”

  Natalie could do the splits. That should be wide enough. She opened her legs. Brock’s fingers made dents in the flesh of her hips as he held her and ran his tongue along the seam of her sex.

  “Tastes so good.” His tongue separated her folds, and he ran a long lick down one side and then the other. Using his thumbs, he pulled her vaginal lips apart, exposing her like she’d never been exposed before.

  Tim hadn’t liked oral sex, or at least giving it. He loved getting it however.

  But Brock? He seemed to be taking pleasure from giving her pleasure.

  “Beautiful,” he said. “Are you watching? Can you see my tongue as it fucks you like I’m going to do? Look to your right. Watch me tongue fuck you.” With that, he jabbed his tongue into her core, pulling it out and thrusting it in again and again.

  Natalie turned her head and for the first time saw the full-length mirror. Saw herself standing spread-eagle. Saw a toned, muscular man on his knees at her feet. Watched as his tongue danced over her sex and in and out of her core.

  Her knees grew weak. The eddy inside was spinning at hurricane force. The tension was so strong as to be almost painful. She sucked in her abdomen. Her pulse raced. Her breath came in pants and gasps. She moaned loudly.

  “Damn, Brock. I’m going to come.”

  He stroked her with his tongue. “That’s the idea, baby. Let it go. Let me watch you come apart.”

  Her thighs shook with muscular tension. She bent her knees as the internal pressure inside her climbed to a peak. Her whole body went taut, and then she was flying. Behind her closed eyes, bright white lights flashed and danced. Her abdominal muscles jumped and quaked. She screamed out his name.

  When her orgasm had passed, she looked down into a very smug face.

  “Liked that, did you?” Brock asked.

  “Oh, it was all right.” She could barely suppress the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth.

  He laughed, jerked off his shorts, and pulled her into the now steamy shower.

  “Just all right? I guess I’ll have to work harder next time.”

  Harder? Hell, that’d probably kill her!

  For the first time she got a look at his equipment, so to speak, and Lord have mercy. The moguls of his abdomen leveled out to a flat, tight stomach. A trail of dark hair led from his cute belly button (since when did she think belly buttons were cute?) down to a thatch of thick, dark hair. Arising from that nest of hair was a cock that made the only other one she’d seen look like a pencil. She licked her lips, then raised her head to look him in the eye.

  “Damn, man. You are mighty fine,” she gasped out.

  He grinned and pulled her into a crushing hug. Warm water hit them from all angles. He took her mouth in a bruising kiss while slipping his hand between her legs. His fingers parted her folds and found the entry to her soul. He pushed in a thick finger and curved it to reach the most sensitive part.

  She groaned her approval and pleasure at his touch.

  A second finger joined the first, while he massaged her clitoris with his palm. She ground against his hand. Snaked a leg around his hip. Opened herself to him, physically and emotionally.

  He pumped his fingers in and out of her, thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth in the same pattern. She was overwhelmed with sensations. His thick fingers inside her, touching places that’d never been touched. His tongue filling her mouth, stroking everywhere inside. Hot water streaming down her back and between the crack of her ass. Her head swam as her brain was flooded with the erotic sensations Brock brought out of her.

  An electrical storm lit up her insides and sent jolts of tingling charges through her veins. Powerful
pressure built until she couldn’t hold off any longer. Wave after delicious wave of ecstasy rippled through her body.

  Brock backed her against a wall. “Hold on.” He reached out the door and snagged a condom off the counter. Natalie’s pulse jumped at the tear of the foil.

  “Let me do it,” she said.

  “No way, babe. I’m almost at the edge right now.”

  She poked out her lower lip. “But I know how to do it with my mouth.”

  He hissed out a breath and rolled the condom down his rigid cock. “Don’t tell me that. You’re killing me.”

  “Not fair,” she complained. “I didn’t even get to touch you.”

  Cupping her ass in his hands, he lifted her feet off the shower floor. “You can next time. I may not let you out of my bed until we fly home.”

  “If that’s a threat, you’ll have to do better,” she said and wrapped her legs around his hips. “Now, fuck me, cowboy.” She couldn’t believe those words came out of her mouth. Never had she been so crude, but if Brock’s responding grin told her anything, it was that he loved it.

  He poised the tip of his dick at her entrance and pushed in slowly. Her walls stretched to accommodate him. It felt wonderful, an itch that was finally getting scratched.

  Pulling back, he thrust in again, going deeper. On the third thrust, he filled her completely. His balls spanked her ass with each pounding shove of his cock. The only sounds were wet flesh slapping against wet flesh and his grunts with each stroke. His fingers burrowed grooves into the globes of her bottom. Her back hit the glass wall and slid up with each commanding thrust of his rock-hard dick. She knew she wouldn’t last long and she didn’t. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Hard and fast. She screamed.

  Two hard thrusts later, Brock pushed in and held as his own climax hit. He filled her so completely that she could feel the pulse as he ejaculated.

  Breathless, he dropped his head onto the wall next her ear.

  “Damn. Just…” He blew out a long breath. “Let me catch my breath.”

  She laughed and kissed him. “We’re going to get pruney if we stay in here.”

  His chuckle was deep and vibrated her chest. “I’ll soap you if you’ll soap me.”