Stranded Temptation: A Flaming Romance

by Milly Taiden

  When he massaged her thighs, she was ready to beg him to touch her. Before she had a chance to, he moved a hand between her legs and dipped his fingers between her waxed pussy lips.

  He groaned. “Fuck, Kara. You’re so hot and wet. Is that for me, baby?”

  “God, yes. Just for you,” she moaned.

  Each dip of his fingers into her wet sex made her whimper louder.

  He stood, and she had to tilt her head back to look him in the eye. His eyes were sexy. He put his arms around her waist and held her tightly to him. Their hearts beat in furious identical gallops. He switched their positions and pushed her to lie on the bed. Her legs ended up spread eagle, showing off her dripping cunt.

  Possession filled his eyes when he glanced over her naked form. “Fucking gorgeous.”

  Her whimpers and moans made it hard for her to catch her breath. “Max, please.”

  Kneeling at the edge of the bed, he leaned his body between her legs. His gaze locked on her swollen folds. “I have to taste you.”

  She watched him lower his face into the V of her thighs until his breath fanned her clit. Oh, good God. She was so close to coming, he probably wouldn’t have to touch her. He pushed her legs wider with his massive shoulders, and her ass came off the bed. He curled his arms around her legs and gripped her hips with his hands.

  Arousal flashed through her when he licked a lazy trail around her wet pussy lips.

  He raised his eyes to look at her and licked his lips. “Mmm. Delicious.”

  Harsh pants coming from her own lungs were all she heard while she watched the erotic vision of him licking at her cunt. He stroked his tongue around her entrance until she was ready to tear at her skin. After multiple quick flicks, he used his tongue to pierce her sex and fuck her. She groaned and rocked her hips under his face.

  “Oh, yes, yes, yes.” Moans tore from her dry throat while he circled her swollen clit with his warm, wet tongue. With her arousal worked up to an uncontrollable inferno, she clawed at the bed. He wrapped his lips on her needy clit and then brushed his tongue mercilessly over it. Her muscles tensed and shook. She screamed when she came. Her head lifted, slammed back down on the cushion, and thrashed from side to side.

  Pleasure thundered and washed through her.

  His hot, muscled flesh grazed her body when he moved up on the bed. Their gazes met, and she smiled. Satisfaction still hummed in her veins. She curled her hands into his dark hair and pulled him up. He kissed her with hunger and passion, ramping up her desire once again. She was still shaking from coming so hard. She held her legs open and peered down to watch while he slid his hard cock across her dripping pussy, coating it with her juices. She grabbed his thick length and guided him to her entrance.

  “Fuck, Kara. I don’t want to hurt you.” The sound of his gravelly voice sent pricks of lust down to her clit.

  She was slick enough for him to slide his big dick in without causing pain. Her legs curled around his waist. When he glided his cock into her pussy, she lifted her hips off the bed and helped him impale her until he was balls-deep in her cunt.

  “Fuck, baby.” He groaned into her shoulder.

  At the same time, she moaned at the amazing fullness inside her. “Oh my God.”

  “Goddamn. You feel fucking incredible.”

  He pulled back and plunged in a fast thrust that fanned the flames inside her body.

  “Yes, yes, yes. More!” The words left her throat in a garbled mess of pleas. She rocked her hips trying to get him to move faster.

  One minute he was taking his sweet time driving her crazy, and the next he turned into her very own sex machine. He fucked her with faster, harsher drives. Pummeling her pussy with his stiff cock, he had her so far gone, she was ready to beg for more. The scent of sex and passion filled the humid air.

  He circled his tongue over the shell of her ear and bit down on the lobe. Then he whispered in that deep voice that made her nipples tighten and her pussy flutter, “You’re going to come for me. I won’t stop fucking you until you do. Want me to fuck you until you come?”

  “Yes, yes. I want to come. Please make me come.” Digging her nails into his shoulders, she clung to him.

  He drilled her in harder slaps of skin-on-skin, and she moaned louder at the delicious friction inside her pussy. She wanted to feel his chest on hers and pulled him into her, raking his arms and back with her nails in the heat of the moment.

  Tension gathered inside her, heightening her need for more. She tilted her hips, and he hit her G-spot with so much force she trembled. Everything cracked inside her. Her back bowed, and she screamed his name. Air rushed out of her lungs, and bliss rushed through her.

  He continued to drive his cock into her body, her pussy contracting around his cock. Her slick channel squeezed at his shaft repeatedly, and after a few seconds he shuddered. He slowed his thrusts until he held himself immobile above her and groaned into her shoulder. His cock jerked inside her and warm semen filled her canal.

  With their bodies still twined tightly together, he lifted his head and kissed her, a slow, languorous stroking of his lips over hers. Her hands raked into his hair and held him snugly to her.

  13

  Sweat dripped down her spine, but she refused to complain. After the amazing way they celebrated being alive, she wasn’t going to turn into a wimp and protest over a little hard work. Her father would be disgusted if he knew his daughter was turning into a sissy when she needed to do a little heavy lifting. He’d taught her to fish, camp, and survive. There was no way she wouldn’t carry her load.

  The plane had crash-landed a few hundred yards from the shore. It got hot inside the cabin, so they’d decided to move toward the beach. She’d changed into a bikini, shorts, and a tank top to help her deal with the scorching heat.

  “You okay, Kara?” Max gave her a worried glance.

  She smiled and kept walking. “Perfectly.”

  Thank God he didn’t know she was so close to being out of breath it was pathetic. Because she hadn’t gotten to do much kickboxing, she had slowly gotten out of shape. This was their third trip taking stuff out to the beach. He kept insisting on carrying the heavier pieces and never seemed to break a sweat. How the heck did he do that? And where the hell did he find the time to tan? His entire body was bronzed to golden perfection.

  When they finally reached the beach, she let her knees give way under her. Thank God. She pulled a small water bottle from her bag, and one of the waterproof cameras Meghan had given her fell out. She grabbed the bottle, took a sip, put it away, and picked up the camera.

  With her imagination running rampant, she started taking shots of the area and a distracted Max. She never would’ve wanted to be in a plane crash, but she had to give it to him, he was a genius. The Learjet had been so well stocked it was like they were on a mini-camping vacation. He’d pulled the bed out of the plane and made a canopy of large palms over it. It looked like the perfect bed for a romantic getaway.

  She’d found a tray while rummaging through the pantry section of the kitchen, and Max had placed the food on it. She added her own snacks and alcohol to the mix. They had enough bottled water for almost a week. If necessary, they could always boil seawater and remove the salt, since she knew how to do that thanks to her dear old dad. Dad, I’ll never complain when you want to do those father-daughter survival trainings again. Fruit trees littered the small island, adding to their food choices.

  Her gaze flickered over him while he fixed the blankets and pillows he’d found next to the bed. “I have to admit, you’re really creative. So, where’d you learn all this stuff?”

  He sat on the sand, dug a hole with a stick, and looked out at the ocean. That was a photo moment if she’d ever seen one. He’d changed into swimming trunks and a tank top. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear they were both on vacation.

  “My mom was diagnosed with cancer when I was still pretty young. She couldn’t really do much once she went to chemo and didn’t like be
ing around people, so Dad and I took her and my brother camping often. We took care of everything, and she got her wish of us spending time being a family.”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories.”

  He shook his head and smiled. “You didn’t. It was a great time. I loved spending time with both of them. They used to be so happy together. It was awesome to watch them. After Mom got sick, her and Dad grew apart and finally divorced. Mom became a cancer survivor and popular author for her self-help books. She was gone for long periods of time. I think she used this as a way to heal. You know, helping others. Dad eventually married Jane. Not sure why, but he did.”

  Kara opened her mouth and then said the first thing that came to her mind. “Maybe he’s looking for that same love all over again.”

  Their gazes met and held, and some soft emotion burrowed inside her. Oh God, no. No emotions. She didn’t need that kind of trouble.

  “What about you? Ever been camping?” His silly smile made her grin. They’d never had such a casual conversation before, and it was nice. Real nice. Before this, everything had always revolved around work.

  “Are you kidding me? My father is the ultimate survivalist. He teaches people how to survive in the wild in case they get lost.”

  “Wait, who’s your father?” He frowned.

  “People call him Survival Sam.”

  His eyes widened, and he stared at her. “No way! Brian and I took his class two years ago. We were just talking about making plans to take some of the other guys to take his newest one.”

  Her father graded every one of his students. She wondered what his final rating had been. “So, what did you end up scoring?”

  He smiled. “Golden Tiger.”

  Really? Wow. Pride for him filled her. She was a Platinum Dragon. He was almost as good as she was. That meant they had even better chances of surviving until someone came to find them. Once his employees realized their plane never made it to Argentina, they’d send out the cavalry.

  “What did Brian get?” Brian probably flirted with every female he saw at the training.

  “Silver Snake? At least, that’s what I think it was.”

  Not bad. Even Brian, the womanizer, might be able to survive in the wild if the need ever arose. Her stomach grumbled, and she realized they hadn’t had any food in a long time. The sun was nearing the horizon, which meant it was late in the day.

  “Let’s eat some of this awesome food, because I am starving.” She walked over to the large tray and squatted over the food. “We have muffins, bagels, salad, sandwiches, and fruit. Nice. What can I get you, Max?”

  Whatever he was thinking was probably rated adults only, because he stared at her for so long she didn’t think he’d heard her. His gaze raked her body from top to bottom, lingering on her ass, with so much heat she almost dropped the sandwich in the sand. Well, damn.

  “Any sandwich is fine, please.”

  She handed him a sandwich and took one for herself. Then she pulled the bottle of white wine that had been sitting in a bucket on the last of the ice from the freezer. He passed her plastic cups. Thankfully his jet was top of the line. There was even a wine opener. Handing him a cup, she lifted hers to the air and smiled.

  “Cheers,” she said, “to being alive.”

  Staring deeply into her eyes, he made his own toast. “To being alive with you by my side.”

  Her throat turned to sandpaper, and she gulped down the wine. He knew just what to say to make a woman’s heart beat erratically. Once again, emotions she didn’t want to dwell on filled her heart. Wine. She needed more wine.

  One empty bottle of wine later, she leaned her head into his shoulder and stared at the fire. She’d gathered the wood and he’d promptly set the blaze. Stars crowded the night sky. A huge, full moon gave the night a soft glow and enough light to allow her to see clearly.

  “When do you think they’re going to find us?” Her body was beyond relaxed. She wanted to curl on his lap and go to sleep.

  “Probably won’t be until late tomorrow or the day after. They should realize by now we never made it.” He held her protectively in his arms.

  “I need to bathe.” She stretched and stood. He stood along with her, and his inquiring look made her explain further. “I’m all sweaty and sticky. I’ll never be able to sleep like this.” She took a few steps toward the water, tripped over a branch, and would’ve landed on her face if he hadn’t tightened his grip on her.

  He frowned at her. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea for you to go in the water after all the wine you had.”

  It was time for them to have some fun.

  She curled her arms around his neck and pulled him close. “Then come with me. I’ll help you wash off.”

  The vein in the side of his cheek quivered, and she knew she had him.

  Stripping off her clothes in lazy motions, she stepped back. When she was fully naked before him, she crooked a finger and beckoned him toward her. “Let’s go, hot buns.” He lifted his brows in surprise at her words and she giggled.

  He devoured her with his gaze. “Hot buns?”

  “Oh, yeah. Your ass is so fine, I want to take a bite out of it.” She growled, chomped her teeth, and then licked her lips. When he stood there without moving, looking at her intensely, she walked toward the edge of the water ahead of him. Once there, she kneeled in the sand, facing him. Warm water stroked her pussy and thighs with every ripple of waves that rolled in.

  She watched him and slid her wet hands up to squeeze her breasts. Rolling the tight tips of her nipples between her fingers, she tweaked her taut tips, further enhancing her arousal.

  She slowly smiled when he removed his swimming trunks.

  He was fully erect and ready for action. He gripped his cock in his hand and watched her. She pulled on a nipple with a little more force and whimpered, while she let her other hand crawl down her stomach between her legs. She used two fingers to spread her pussy lips and her middle finger to rub circles over her clit.

  He moved a few steps closer while jerking his cock in his hand. Precum slid out of the slit on his dick. With a tense face, he glanced back and forth between the hand running circles on her clit and the one pinching at her nipples.

  “Are you going to join me,” she asked, “or do I have to finish this on my own?”

  14

  When Max got his hands on Kara, he was going to fuck her until she went hoarse from screaming his name. He still had a hard time processing she was playing with herself in front of him. For him. That was probably one of his biggest fantasies of all time. He walked toward her and lifted her to her feet in the ankle-deep water. Once he had her in his arms, he kissed her. Her sweet taste unleashed a blinding hunger inside him.

  He palmed her ass, and she lifted her leg. Soon, both of her legs were curled around his waist. She clung to him like a vine while he lowered her onto his throbbing cock. Her sleek sex cloaked his dick in a silken hold.

  “Oh, Max. That feels so good.” She kissed and licked at his neck.

  “Fuck, baby. You’re so hot and tight.” Her pussy fluttered, and her muscles contracted around his rock-hard shaft. He almost came then and there.

  “Fuck me, please.” She panted.

  She rained kisses and nibbles on his neck while his fingers bit into her ass cheeks and he rammed her up and down his cock. Her nails raked his shoulders, and she wiggled her hips with every thrust into her tight sheath. She moaned into his ear and nipped at his jaw. Then, she did some kind of super tightening of her vaginal walls, and he almost dropped to his knees.

  “Jesus, Kara. What are you doing to me?” His voice came out in broken groans.

  The vixen giggled. “Like it?” Like it? He fucking loved it. Her pussy gripped his cock tight, and he panted, continuing to thrust in and out of her.

  When her pussy squeezed his cock again, he dropped to his knees on the sand, and she immediately pushed him onto his back.

  She gave him a playful loo
k. “It’s my turn to ride.”

  With his feet digging into the sand, he gripped her hips. Salty air and her sexy scent combined into an intoxicating aroma that made him feel even more desperate. He dug his fingers into her flesh and lifted her and dropped her on his cock in quick moves. Their gazes locked. She pushed her hands onto his chest and smiled. With her eyes closed and her head thrown back, she rolled her hips in a sensuous wave.

  “Baby, you’re gorgeous.”

  Rough moans and pants left her lips while she rocked over him in faster movements. Her body trembled, letting him know she was really close to orgasm, so he held her hips tightly. She dug her nails into his abs. Her chest heaved, and she screamed loudly into the night. Her pussy contracted tightly around his cock. While she came around him, he continued to lift and slam her over his shaft. His own climax rushed through him so fast, he lost the air in his lungs.

  One final glide of her sleek sex over his dick, and he ground his cock deep into her. Pleasure thundered through his body and out his cock in rough jerks. The lack of air made him gasp a breath. He groaned a curse, and her name slipped from his lips.

  When his brain started to work again, she was draped over his chest. Her contented sigh made him want to roar. Being stranded with his tempting Kara was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

  She lifted her head and gave him a completely sober smile. “I still need to wash.”

  Off to the side from where they camped, an outcropping of rocks led out into the water. The waves were coming in stronger than Kara wanted to fight to remain standing.

  Reaching the slippery stones, she made her way fifty feet out where the water wasn’t breaking with white caps.

  “Hey, Kara,” Max called out, “wait for me.” She heard the concern in his voice that she couldn’t walk on rocks by herself. He needed to help her. She hurried to the farthest edge and dove in. When she surfaced, Max was already under the water next to her. She splashed him when he came up.