“Good morning,” he mumbled in her ear and she felt his steely cock, already solid and hot against her thigh. Hot need immediately rose up in her, pulsing out from between her legs like ripples in a pond.

She had him now, she told herself desperately. Now mattered. Here…this moment counted, not some maybe, some Labor Day that might never come. He wanted…needed her now. The heat of him melded with her own.

“Why do men always wake up with a hard-on?” she teased.

“Can’t speak for all men,” he answered, nuzzling the back of her neck, “but I wake up horny because you’re here. I also walk around horny all day and go to bed horny for the same reason.”

“I don’t think it’s me, I think it’s you.”

He curled himself around her like spoons in a drawer. “Uh-uh. It’s definitely you.”

“And what makes you say that?” She snuggled her ass against him, feeling his cock press like a hot iron rod on her soft flesh.

“Well, for one thing, you have all these great tasting parts that I like to nibble on. Like your ears…” He took a tender lobe in his mouth, raking his teeth across it and nipping a little. Her shivers of delight rewarded him. Sticking out the tip of his tongue, he moved it quickly along the outer shell and pushed it into the canal, tickling as he went.

“Ohhhh,” she breathed, her body tensing with pleasure.

“And there’s that beautiful, slender, sexy neck of yours.” His lips moved down the side, barely touching her. Waves of heat rolled across her.

“Melting into those creamy, round shoulders that just beg for me.” Gently, she felt the tips of his teeth brush the soft flesh, combined with vigorous sucking, his fingertips gliding from neck to shoulder and back.

A jolt of electricity shot through her, making her start with its force, but he held her firmly as he continued his travels, turning her to her back. Through dreamy eyes, she saw him eagerly taking in the sight, relishing and savoring her.

“Those beautiful, perfect breasts,” he breathed cupping one in each hand, feeling their round smoothness. When he’d first seen them, they’d been white as milk. But the nude sunbathing had turned them to a beautiful light brown, gold almost, blending into the dark pink of her nipples. Playfully, he grabbed them between his fingers, twisting and rubbing them as they became as stiff and erect as his cock.

“I like your all-over tan,” he chuckled. “Makes you look like a wild native virgin.”

“Yes, well considering how much time you spent covering me, I’m surprised I got any sun at all.”

“What can I say? I’ve always been a sucker for wild native virgins.”

Harm straddled her on his knees, his muscled thighs tight against her hips, his cock taut and red against his tanned stomach, growing like one of the forest pines out of tangled dark brush. The sight of him, horny and needful, heightened her own desire for him.

“No doubt a holdover from your Navy days in the South Pacific.”

“Uh-uh. When I was twelve, I found an old copy of World Travel magazine. Had a story about some island in the tropics somewhere. Don’t even remember which one now. But boy I sure remember the pictures. White sand, blue water and lots of golden brown skin. Which reminds me. Turn over.”

“Why?”

“Don’t argue. Just do what I tell you.”

“Harm’s Way?” she needled.

“Exactly.” He moved a little and put his hand on her thigh.

Slowly, she complied, turning on her stomach. “Now what?”

“Now I give you a relaxing massage and look at your beautiful back and that incredibly sexy ass and make you so horny you come all over my cock.”

“Mmmm, sounds like a plan to me,” she sighed and closed her eyes.

“You feel so good,” he told her softly, leaning forward and putting his big hands on her shoulders, kneading gently. Instantly, she felt herself melting. “I could just stay here and touch you forever.”

Leaning down, Harm nuzzled the back of her neck, running his tongue across her smooth flesh, gently nipping and biting as his hands moved up and back along her shoulders.

She trembled beneath him as he brushed his erect cock in the crease between her cheeks. Hot and hard, his desire fanned her own and she wriggled her ass, pressing him between their two excited bodies.

Gently, he moved his hands under her, lifting her up and back until her ass presented itself to him, round and hot and waiting.

“You taste so good,” he murmured as his lips brushed over the curves of her cheeks in a prolonged, passionate kiss. As he did so, his fingertips slid under her and found her dripping pussy and swollen clit. The wet heat of her bolted through him like lightning.

Pressing harder against him, she whimpered like a needy child. “Please, please come inside me,” she begged.

Bringing his fingers to his lips, Harm licked them slowly, relishing the sweet taste and aroused scent. His cock glowed red with its own heat, straining like a leashed animal toward its prize, just inches away.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he murmured, guiding his cock to her pussy, feeling it swallowed up by her anxious, hungry body.

They began a leisurely, rhythmic dance, Harm balanced on his knees, his hands gripping her hips as she moved easily back and forth, now smearing his balls with her essence, now holding nothing but the head. Squeezing him the length of his shaft, up and down or letting him glide at his own pace. Frantic pumping and almost stopping, they changed their timing and movements like they’d been together forever and not merely a few weeks.

Elgin had never experienced this passion, this intensity. She’d written countless love scenes…torrid casual sex and white-hot committed love. Erotica was her specialty, indeed, her reputation. The excuse she’d given herself for coming here with him. But she understood now how hollow all that had been, why her heroine’s sex scene with Kemp Harmon hadn’t struck the right note. She’d been trying to seduce him as an act of power and domination, not love.

What she’d mistaken in Campbell Harm for arrogance and self-importance had turned out to be fear and need and pain, disguised as aloofness and an edge of superiority. The same fear and need and pain she’d covered independence and disdain. Something strong enough to break through their mutual barriers had found them, translated itself into yearning, desire and a physical force that rocketed them past orgasm to a melding of their beings.

Fire screamed through her blood, pounding in her ears, making her gasp for breath. Her fingers clenched around the pillow as she streaked skyward, small moans and meaningless sounds escaping her.

Behind her, she felt his strokes quicken, his hands digging into her cheeks, growls and moans as the first shudders of climax bubbled up.

It tore through her, liquid fire shooting up from him like exploding lava, shaking her physical body and trembling the foundations of her very self. She hung for eternal glorious moments in a web of pure, crystal pleasure like a sunlit dewdrop on a silken spider’s web. Her writer’s mind was suddenly devoid of words to describe this wonder.

A few more hearty bangs against her ass and he stopped, sagging against her, his hot, ragged breath and soft lips on the flesh of her back.

“God,” he sighed, between shallow pants, “you are the best lover a man could ever have. I just hope you don’t kill me before Labor Day.” He pulled out and dropped beside her, curling her in his embrace.

“Oh no,” she assured him with a kiss, “I have no intention of letting anything happen to you before Labor Day.”

“We need to get up,” Elgin sighed, not moving or even opening her eyes.

“I’ve already been up,” Harm replied wryly, “although if you play your cards right, I might manage to get up at least once more.”

“I meant out of bed.”