Chapter 55 55
He opened his eyes. "Hi."
She smiled. "Hi yourself, detective,"
He squeezed her buttocks. "I'm almost afraid to hear what you have to say."
"I'm not talking myself out of anything, Stefan." She inched up, running her tongue over the seam of his mouth before she kissed him.
He groaned, trapping her in his arms.
"We're amazing together, aren't we?" she said, and he shifted them to the side, running his hand over the curve of her hip.
"Oh, yeah."
"So what happened when you stayed in the water for hours?"
He cocked a look at her, amused. "I didn't think you were listening."
"I wasn't, but that much I caught"
"We finally got to come in and we ate the leftovers from the previous meal out of the trash can."
"Eww," she said, sitting up. "That's disgusting."
"All a matter of survival, darlin'. You're hungry, you eat what's there."
From his position, her bare breast was too much of a temptation. He tipped his head and took her nipple deep into his mouth. Her sharp indrawn breath filled the room, followed by a low throaty moan.
Alana knew she was moaning. It was hard not to be vocal when Stefan touched her like this. He cupped her breasts, kneading them as he sucked, the pull sending spirals of sweet sensation out to her fingertips.
Her toes curled.
Only him, she thought, scrubbing her hands over his chest and then lower.
The muscles of his stomach flinched and she smiled to herself. He nuzzled between her breasts and Alana shifted lower, leaving hot grinding kisses in her wake. His breathing labored, his grip on her tightened.
"Alana."
She met his gaze, stroking his stomach, her hand gliding over his skin, then slowly closing her fingers around his arousal. He was already hard. She arched a brow.
He just shrugged and grinned. "It's a perpetual state with you around."
Then she bent and licked. He howled and she took him.
"Oh!"
Stefan was helpless. Sinking fast and furiously into the sensations rushing and churning inside him. His body reeled in ten directions at once. His hands fisted in the sheets. His blood shimmered in his veins and rushed to collect where she touched. She tasted. He couldn't stand it. He wanted to stand it, but he was almost embarrassingly powerless.
He grasped her under her arms and pulled her upward. "We better do something about that," he growled. "Now."
"Thought I was." Alana smiled as she straddled his hips. He didn't give her a second to breathe, pushing into her and bucking. She laughed and spread her hands over his chest, riding him, rocking hard and watching his face. He rose up, pulling her legs around him, then quickening their motion.
Gazes met and locked as their bodies beat a frantic rhythm.
Sweat trickled, damp flesh melted. She gripped his shoulders as he pushed and pushed.
"You are so hot," he said against her mourn.
And she told him what he did to her, what he felt like inside her, thick and pulsing. It fueled him and he tossed her on her back and thrust harder, faster, and she laughed and begged for more. He sent her across the bed and they fell to the floor, never stopping. Groping, pushing, filling.
Then the shock came. Like a savage beast, their climaxes roared through them, pulses pounding. Blood boiling and spilling back into their hearts.
"Alana," he chanted over and over as they fused, smiling as his body poured into hers. He shuddered hard and she trembled with the power of it He went slack, sapped of energy, and he sank onto her for a second, then knowing his weight was crushing her, shifted to his side.
"Hoo-yah," he groaned into the bend of her throat.
She laughed between gasps for bream and he joined her, then kissed her into another mindless puddle of desire.
Eventually they made it back into the bed.
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Stefan belted his robe, running his fingers through his damp hair and staring down at Alana. On her stomach, a pillow tucked close, the sheet draped her behind and nothing else. His gaze moved over her long hair, down her slender spine. The legs that had trapped him to her last night. He smiled and shook his head, amazed and pleased. Hell, more than pleased. But then, he'd known it would be like that. Tender, wild and all over the place.
Beyond the windows the sun rose over the river, and he took his phone and moved out onto the balcony where he'd set up their room-service table. He smiled. He'd refused to let the bellman inside. He wanted no interruptions, nothing to disturb these moments alone. Reality would show itself soon enough.
His gaze on her, he called her mother and waited for her to answer.
Alana would be anxious to know how Juliana fared without her, and he wanted to make sure everything was going fine.
He had the family he wanted now, and he was going to do everything in his power to keep his two women satisfied and happy.
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Alana sat up sharply, confused, and when she realized she didn't have a baby to care for, she sank back into the bed. She stretched, taking a refreshing breath, and realized she was alone. Quickly she scanned the room and found Stefan. Her heart did a little leap and she tossed the covers aside. He was already sitting on the balcony, reading something on his laptop and sipping coffee, and when she walked near, he looked up and smiled.
"Now that's a pleasant sight in the morning."
She smiled and reached for her robe.
"Damn."
"I don't think the town is ready for nudist dining."
He smiled and she sat beside him. He poured her a cup of coffee, and she tipped her head back, enjoying the warmth of the morning sun.
"What shall we do today?"
"I need to call Mom."
"Already done. The princess is, as we speak, being whisked away to the park, then the beach and then shopping."
Alana smiled, trying to not miss her child and to focus on Stefan. "Did you have something in mind to do today?"
He gave her a velvety look. "Besides that. Sailing, a tour?" He hesitated. "Shopping?"
She laughed. He looked utterly horrified at the possibility. "I wouldn't dream of forcing you to shop. Besides, I really don't need anything."
"Considering your gender, that's a first."
She nudged him. "Chauvinist"