Carly’s head hung down, damp hair falling past each side of her face. She groaned as Donovan pushed into her from behind. Their foreplay had been long and arduous—his tongue had already made her come once. Her muscles were weak, and she thought she might collapse, but when he fully entered her once, pulled back, and then stroked into her again, she forgot about being tired.

She reached under herself with one hand so she could feel him when he pulled back and left space between them. When he slammed into her again, her fingers touched her own quivering pleasure spot, making it harden even more. Donovan’s body bent over her rear end, and then his fingers slid under hers, taking over, and she dropped her hand to the bed to steady herself again.

She was shocked when she had another orgasm, even more powerful than the first. As she tumbled over the edge of the explosion and stars burst in front of her eyes, she realized it was actually her fourth pleasure of the night. After that first time, they’d made love again more slowly and then fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Carly thought fleetingly that she might be a little sore later, but she dismissed it. She didn’t care.

Donovan stretched, an easy smile on his face. “Morning, beautiful,” he said.

Carly giggled. “Yes, it is. How about some breakfast?”

“That sounds great. I need to run over to my cottage and let Gus out. I’ll shower and change while I’m there and then come back.”

“Bring Gus with you.”

Donovan nodded and rolled out of bed. He dressed quickly and disappeared, leaving Carly to take her time getting up and showering. She put on a beige bikini and slipped a beach cover up over it before heading to the kitchen. As she got some coffee going, her mind raced. Part of her couldn’t believe what was going on. She was having a week-long beach fling with the sexiest guy she’d ever met. If the past eight hours were any indication, she was going to have some of the best and definitely the most sex she’d ever had with said gorgeous guy as well as fine dining, good wine, and lots of fun.

This had certainly turned into an entirely different vacation than the one she’d originally planned with Penelope. Carly snorted at that thought. She and Penny would have had a good time, for sure, but this was shaping up to be like something out of a movie. A once-in-a-lifetime experience. Carly decided she was going to throw all caution to the wind and completely give herself over to it. She would go all-in and enjoy this week to the max. Maybe getting all that sex out of her system would help her focus on her reporting better when she started her new job.

A rap on the door had her sprinting over to open it. Donovan and Gus gave her matching brown puppy dog looks, and she laughed and opened the door wide to let them in.

“Gus is pretty irritated that I didn’t make it home last night,” Donovan said. “I’m not sure he’ll ever forgive us for leaving him out.”

Sure enough, the lab looked grumpy. He came through the doorway, sat down, and gave Carly a look that definitely conveyed annoyance. She cocked her head and studied him for a second and then walked over and pulled open the refrigerator. She got a thin piece of turkey lunch meat out of a package and held it up for Donovan to see. He chuckled and nodded. Carly tossed the meat to Gus, who caught it in mid-air and gulped it down. When it was gone, the dog crossed over to Carly and nuzzled her hand, tongue lolling.

“I think I’m forgiven,” she grinned. “You’re on your own.”

As if on cue, Gus sat beside Carly, leaned his head into her leg, and stared at Donovan.

“Great. You’ve stolen my dog’s affection now.” Donovan crossed to Carly and pulled her close. “And mine.”

She kissed him gently and smiled. “What would you like for breakfast? I have bacon, eggs, and pancake mix.”

“That sounds great. But first—coffee.”

The day passed slowly and lazily, and Carly enjoyed every second. They laughed and flirted while they made, ate, and cleaned up breakfast, and then they took Gus to the beach for some Frisbee. The dog seemed to forgive Donovan as soon as the disc started flying, and after a half hour of play, all three of them collapsed on the sand to rest.

Sometime after noon, the group from two houses down, headed by the tall blond who’d knocked on Carly’s door, came out and set up a net for a raucous sand volleyball game. “Do you want to play?” Carly asked, hoping Donovan didn’t.

“Nah. I’d rather take a walk up the beach with you and Gus.” He glanced at the rowdy group of young people, who all seemed to have beers in their hands. “Somewhere quieter.”

Carly grinned and jumped to her feet. “Good idea. Let’s grab a couple waters to take with us.”

They spent the day walking, swimming, napping on the beach, and stealing kisses and touches.

It was the best day Carly could remember having, and it continued through the evening. Donovan grilled steaks on the deck at sunset and then they fed each other chocolate mousse while Gus slept next to the bistro table by their feet.

“Ready to go in?” Donovan whispered close to her ear.

Shouting drew their attention over the deck rail. The partiers two doors over sounded like they were gearing up, not winding down. They had a huge bonfire raging on the beach, and there was obviously a fair amount of alcohol flowing. “Yes,” Carly said. “Let’s go in and put some music on to drown out the noise.”

Carly found a good station while Donovan carried their dessert dishes to the sink and started washing them. “Do you want to stay here tonight?” she asked over her shoulder.

“Of course I do. I can run Gus over to my place, but I’m afraid he’ll be mad in the morning again.”

Carly called Gus and walked him into the cottage’s second bedroom. She reached over the top of the bed and snapped her fingers. The lab jumped up, turned in a circle twice, lay down, and closed his eyes.

“Well, that was easy.” Donovan leaned on the door frame. “You’re a natural with him. Do you have a dog?”

“No. I didn’t have time while I was in college. My parents have one, though. Maybe I’ll get one soon.”

They went back into the living room, and Donovan turned the light off and caught Carly up around her waist, leading her in a slow dance, swaying sensuously to the music. She could still sort of hear the noise outside, but Carly put her head on Donovan’s shoulder and let his heartbeat and the music drown it out.

She didn’t know how long they danced, but it was at least three songs. The slow movement plus Donovan’s lead—letting her shut her mind off and simply follow—lulled Carly into deep relaxation. When he shifted her a tiny bit in his arms, she knew what he wanted and lifted her face toward his. He kissed her slowly and thoroughly, and Carly thought the kiss lasted another few songs. It was as slow and sweet as the dancing had been, and she began to think they could stay in the moment together forever.

But Donovan finally moved on, slowly running his hands down to the top of her bikini bottoms and pushing them over her hips. She followed suit by tugging his swim shorts down and then unclipping the front of her bikini top and letting it fall to the floor. She felt an instant of insecurity standing naked in front of the French doors, but she quickly forgot it. Only the ocean could see them.

Without thinking, Carly suddenly dropped to her knees on the rug in front of the sofa and took Donovan into her mouth. He moaned. She only got to enjoy the experience for a few minutes before he pulled away, came down to all fours in front of her, and pushed forward until she was on her back and he was above her.

“I wanted to pay you back for this morning.” Carly grinned.

Donovan shook his head a little and reached down to grab the backs of both her thighs, pulling her knees up. “Uh-uh,” he said. “I want this.” He grabbed his own cock and used the tip to brush through her folds, causing her to shove her hips toward him, but he pulled back to keep from entering her. She realized he wanted to continue to tease her.

She felt a gush of wetness and closed her eyes, tipping her head back and giving herself over to him. She felt him pull away a bit, heard a tearing sound, and knew he was donning the condom. But he didn’t leave her hanging while he did—he replaced his tip with a thumb, deftly rubbing her, and then suddenly plunged a finger into her, removing it just as quickly. Before she knew it, his cock was back again, rubbing and teasing her until she felt like she couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Please,” she panted.

The instant the word was out of Carly’s mouth, Donovan’s hand guided himself into her, and she rose to make sure he was completely inside. Her hand went around his waist and pulled him in even more. He stopped moving, holding still and tense. She squirmed, wanting—needing—him to thrust. She ground her clit into him and moved her hips in a circle, gasping at the resultant sensation and sending him hurtling into autopilot, plunging in and out of her. They kept perfect time, stroking again and again until she cried out, “Donovan! I can’t wait!”

He growled into her ear, “Don’t.”

And they both rode their orgasms over the cliff together, melting into each other’s arms at the bottom.