The icy fingers of shock held Sarah in their grasp for a few seconds before the heat of Cameron’s kiss chased them away. What the hell did he think he was doing?

She put her hand up against the hard wall of his chest and pushed him firmly away. She broke the kiss and stepped back a pace, nearly stumbling. His hand snaked around her wrist and caught her from falling.

His chest heaved with the effort of his breath. Those ice blue eyes of his shone, almost otherworldly, in the moonlight.

She didn’t know what she was doing when she stepped back against him. She was guided by a feeling older and more primal that anything she’d ever known. She reached up, brought his neck down as she raised her face. His lips descended to hers again. They were warm and passionate and moved against hers with a savage hunger. His kiss was an onslaught. She parted her mouth under the force of his attack, knowing full well she couldn’t withstand the violent siege any longer. His tongue swept in and tangled with hers. She whimpered into his mouth and all but collapsed against him.

Strong arms encircled her, drawing her even closer. She moaned as his hand brushed against the curve of her breast. Her dress was soaked, flattened against her body like a second skin.

She didn’t understand any of the swirling sensations that rocketed through her body at his touch. She didn’t want to respond to him. She shouldn’t want anything from him, especially not this, but the truth was, she did. She couldn’t deny the strange friction that buzzed between them. Touching him was all the more erotic for the fact that it should have been forbidden. She couldn’t even deny that when she’d held that knife to his throat and stared at his face all she wanted was to taste those lips. The lips of the devil.

His kiss stole her breath and his touch turned her body into a pool of molten hot need. She closed her eyes as his hand traced its way from her breast, over the curve of her hip and traveled lower. He found the hem of her dress and pulled the sodden fabric upwards, displaying the only pair of underwear she owned; the sexy black lace panties.

She moaned when his hand traced the outline of the lace. She arched into him, her hips surging forward all on their own. She sought the scorching fire of his touch.

Her mind fought her even as her body grew weak and pliable under his hands. This wasn’t right. She couldn’t do this. Not with Cameron. He’s the enemy.

And yet… he was as hot for her as she was for him. He broke the kiss, growling again with the force of his need. He backed up a step and she missed the hard press of his body against hers. Sarah’s eyes dropped to his soaking black boxers. She saw the ridge of him outlined there, hard and massive. Her core ached at the sight. The need she felt for him was utterly astounding. A storm of butterflies erupted in the pit of her stomach.

A shocking idea took form in her mind. She desperately wanted to ignore it but she was out of options. She reminded herself that he’d forced her to this moment. Perhaps she could use her wantonness and his startling desire against him. Perhaps this was the ultimate weapon that would bring the fearless Cameron Spade to his knees.

Sarah made a decision as her hand fell to his hardness, tracing the outline of him. Hot, aching, roaring need surged through her blood and she trembled inside. She would have him. She would surrender to him, surrender until she was the one in charge. She knew that a woman could bring a man to his downfall and she sensed that she was Cameron’s weakness, the chink in his impenetrable armour.

“Take me. Take me Cameron. Please.” Her voice was little more than a throaty whisper.

His head fell to the crook of her neck. He groaned savagely, his breath a gentle caress against her heated skin. His tongue snaked out and tasted her there. He licked and kissed his way over the column of her neck, up to her earlobe.

Sarah melted into the erotic touch. She struggled to keep hold of her senses. She told herself that this was what she needed to do to save her brother. This was the way she broke down Cameron’s defenses and turned the tables. It was nothing more.

Her weak knees and spiked pulse told her otherwise. Her lungs seemed incapable of making breath. They burned with the need for oxygen. When she finally could force air inside, it came back out in a raspy hard pant that would have made her blush under any other circumstance.

Cam’s t-shirt was soaked with salty ocean water and glued to his body. He helped her rip it away. Literally. The tearing of fabric rent the night. Cameron tore away his boxers next. Sarah’s eyes widened when she glanced down. His member was rock hard and throbbing. Good lord, he’s huge! Her body lit up as a rush of desperate desire swept through her. The pounding ache between her thighs grew steadily worse until she wanted to scream.

She imagined herself grinding hard against him, taking every inch of that thick member inside herself until they were both a screaming, panting mess.

Cameron’s passion hazed eyes told her that he knew exactly what she wanted. He lifted her sodden dress above her head and tossed it carelessly into the sand. His eyes lit up with a feral hunger as the moonlight illuminated her full breasts. Her rosy hued nipples stood on end before he even touched them. She held his gaze as she hooked her fingers under her lace panties and slowly pulled them down her thighs.              

She bared herself to him and stood, unafraid and unabashed in the silver glow of the night. She watched those blue orbs, normally deep and blue like the ocean, change. Cameron’s hunger, his primal, male need darkened them until they were almost black. The moonlight and shadows played over his face. Perhaps it was nothing more than a trick of the night.

“Sarah,” Cameron panted. “My god, you are beautiful.”

She wanted to make some joke, say some stupid, snappy witty thing about him finally admitting it. She wanted to make fun of his desire for her but she found that she couldn’t. Her tongue remained glued to the roof of her mouth and even if she could force it to move, her mind conjured up nothing other than a response that echoed that sentiment.

As he gazed at her, she boldly returned the favour. She took in every single hard plane, every striated muscle, every granite ridge. A smattering of hair darkened his chest. It trailed off only to resume just below his naval. It trailed lower and thickened the further down it went. She stared, unembarrassed, at his thick member. He was totally erect. He was so huge she doubted she could even take all of him. He was so ready. Droplets of arousal glistened at the tip. Her own core ached in response.

Her eyes flew to his face when he cleared his throat. She realized she’d been caught studying his erection but he didn’t seem to mind in the last. In fact, the hunger in his eyes only grew.

“Are you going to take me or not?” Sarah whispered. She meant it as a taunt but it came out sounding more like a plea.

“Right here? On the sand?”

She nodded. Her body ached. She couldn’t tell him that she didn’t think she could stand to wait to go anywhere else. If he didn’t banish the ache inside of her immediately she thought she might actually go insane.

“Yes. Right here.”

“I thought that wasn’t safe. You could get sand in places you might not want to have it in later.”

“I. Don’t. Fucking. Care.” Sarah ground out. Cameron’s eyes widened in surprise.

He practically charged at her. She was unprepared for the crushing strength of his arms as they wrapped around her waist and hoisted her upwards. She instinctually wrapped her legs around his waist, supporting herself easily. She gripped his shoulders, digging her nails in before he even had a chance to do anything further.

He grunted in pain and satisfaction. He shifted her slightly so he could reach between them and guide himself to her opening. She was already slick and wet and beyond ready. He hesitated there for just a second. She wanted to thrust her pelvis forward and force him inside of herself but she refrained. This was not how one got the upper hand. She couldn’t let him know that in that moment she needed him as badly as he needed her.

One hand reached up and tangled in her hair. He crushed her lips to his in a searing kiss as he entered her slowly, giving her body a chance to get used to his size and thickness. His girth was shocking and painful. He pulled out slightly, waiting with uncertainty for her breathing to return to normal. Her legs were already wrapped tightly around his waist. Sarah dug her heel into the hard muscle of his backside, forcing his thickness back inside of her.

She broke the kiss. “That’s better,” she sighed dreamily. Cam reacted so swiftly it shocked her. He let out that low, primal growl and started to thrust making Sarah’s entire world implode around her.

One hard thrust of that massive member sent a flurry of sensations through her body. It was like a bomb detonated inside of her and the shrapnel of pleasure spread to every single limb and every nerve ending. He reached between them wickedly and Sarah wondered what he was doing. His finger found her swollen clit. One flick combined with a hard thrust sent her careening into oblivion. Sarah’s senses reeled as she came apart. She clung to Cameron’s shoulders and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

Her climax was so sharp and pleasurable it was almost painful. She refused to cry out. She was completely silent. Her breathing stopped. Flashes of colour danced in front of her eyes. She rode out the waves of pleasure, even as Cameron thrust harder, with longer, deeper strokes. He created a friction that burned straight up to the center of her entire universe. That white hot burn wasn’t diminished at all by the fact that she’d just experienced one of the craziest climaxes of her entire life. She’d never orgasmed just from someone entering her before. It was completely shocking.

“God, you’re sexy as hell when you come,” Cameron ground out.

Sarah’s let out a little gasp of outrage. She hadn’t realized that he’d known… but of course. He could feel her pulsing around him, her tight inner muscles trembling with the force of her pleasure.

Cameron’s breath changed as his thrusts intensified. All thought fled as her hips ground into him, taking all of him and matching it with her own frantic rhythm. Sarah gave herself up to the incredible sensations racing through her blood. She felt like she was soaring and falling at the same time.

Her whimpers of pleasure combined with Cameron’s deep moans. His hard rhythm sent a thousand shockwaves racing up and down her legs. The tightening of her stomach muscles and the tingling in her thighs told her that she was close to shattering again. This time she pulled Cameron’s face down to her own. She slanted her lips across his and opened her mouth to him. She gave herself up to a second hard climax.

Sarah cried Cameron’s name. She didn’t want to do it but the sound was torn from her throat, desperate and hoarse as she rode the waves of the most intense orgasm she could ever remember having. She lost herself in an overwhelming of ecstasy.

Cameron’s hands dug into her hips as he supported her. Their bodies ground together, his thrusts getting longer and harder. He pistoned hard into her again and again. His breaths were laboured pants underscored by a low groan. He was about to finish and Sarah was frantic for a second. They hadn’t discussed what would happen when they reached this point. She hadn’t even thought…

Cameron pulled out at the last second. He set her down roughly, gripped her hips and ground her against his pelvis. His hot seed burst over her stomach and thighs. Sarah froze. She should have been embarrassed or at least a little ashamed, but somehow what he’d just done was as erotic as hell. Cameron trembled against her. The aftershocks of their combined pleasure raced through them both. They clung to each other, hardly daring to breathe. Sarah’s legs were so weak she doubted she could even stand up on her own. She braced herself against his chest. She didn’t want to lean on him but she had no choice.

Cameron bent his head. His breath was hot against her ear and neck.  “I know exactly what we both need right now.”

She froze. God, she could only imagine what a man like Cameron Spade could dream up. “What’s that?” She whispered.

When he didn’t answer she turned and was shocked by his gentle smile. The glow in his eyes wasn’t the usual hard, feral glimmer. “A hot bath.”

“What?” Sarah choked. Of all the things in the world she never would have expected that. The gesture was far too intimate and tender. She was about to protest but the glimmer of hope that passed quickly over Cameron’s features killed the words before she could even form them. This was supposed to be an act; a clever seduction. She could go along with it if it suited her purpose.

If only she believed that was her sole reason for her unbidden eagerness and her quiet nod of agreement.