“Yes,” Sabrina answered breathlessly as Daniel worked his lips along her jaw and down her neck. “But then we’re both crazy.”

He kissed her throat, before pushing her T-shirt up over her chest and pulling it over her head. “You are so beautiful, Sabrina,” he said, gazing down at her, his eyes burning with lust.

Daniel leaned down, flicked his tongue over her lips, and then dove into her mouth again, kissing her hard and deep.

Daniel covered her with his body. “I can’t wait to make you my wife.”

He unhooked her bra and exposed her breasts to him. A warm afternoon breeze stiffened her nipples.

Her hands were already busy removing his polo shirt while her eyes cast glances to both sides of her, making sure they were truly alone. As far as her eyes could see, there were only dunes and sand and beyond, the waves of the ocean crashed against the shore. Their sound provided the backdrop to their intimate encounter, swallowing the soft sighs and moans as they tore their clothes from each other’s bodies.

Daniel lifted her onto the makeshift bed he’d fashioned from their clothes and lowered himself over her, spreading her thighs wide, so he could slide between them.

His cock was hard and heavy, almost purple in color and curving upward. Sabrina reached for it, sliding her fingers over the velvet-soft tip and feeling it jerk under her gentle touch. At the same time she noticed Daniel clenching his jaw as if fighting an invisible enemy. That she could still do this to him—still bring him to the edge of his control—made her feel powerful.

“I want to feel you now,” she murmured against his lips. “Take me.”

The head of his cock breached her sex a moment later, making her hiss in a rapid breath, while her moist channel stretched to accommodate him. He slid inside her in one smooth move, seating himself balls-deep, his pelvis slamming against her forcefully. She tightened her legs around his back instinctively, not wanting to let him escape. But he pulled back nevertheless, sliding out of her almost all the way, before he thrust back in with even more force.

“Fuck, baby! Don’t ever scare me like that again!” he ground out.

“Scare you?”

He delivered several hard and fast thrusts, clenching his jaw all the while. “Yes, you scared me. When you said we can’t go on like this.” He groaned, pulling his hips back. His cock plunged back into her as if to punish her. “I thought you . . . ”

He didn’t have to continue his sentence. She could see his thoughts in his eyes.

“I love you,” she assured him.

“I love you, too,” he murmured, before claiming her lips again and dueling with her tongue, thrusting into her mouth in the same rhythm as his cock did farther down.

Sabrina felt like floating on a bed of cotton balls as Daniel kissed her, while his hands roamed her body, caressing her, and his pelvis rocked against her, delivering thrust after thrust, his movements becoming more frantic with every second.

His moans were carried away by the ocean waves, which broke against the sandy shore and outlying rocks, just as her own sighs and sounds of pleasure were swallowed by the afternoon breeze that cooled them against the hot mid-afternoon sun.

Her entire body began to hum and tingle pleasantly. Her skin heated and her heart hammered against her ribcage in a rhythmic tattoo as if to pronounce the feelings it harbored inside it in Morse code.

With every thrust of Daniel’s cock inside her, she felt her body tense, preparing for the inevitable. He’d never failed to pleasure her, nor did he now.

“Oh God, yes!” she cried out when the first wave of her orgasm crested and washed over her.

Then she felt Daniel’s cock jerk inside her, and a moment later, his hot semen filled her, making his thrusts even smoother.

“Fuck!” he yelled out. Several more seconds, he thrust back and forth, until he finally stilled, bracing himself on his elbows and knees.

Ragged breaths blew against her collarbone, and she could feel his heart beat against her chest. For several minutes, they just lay there, the sun warming them, the ocean waves masking their heavy breathing.

After what seemed like an eternity, Daniel finally lifted his head.

“As much as I wish we could stay here forever, I think we should drive back to East Hampton, get your car, and drive home.”

Sabrina opened her eyes only reluctantly, blinking against the sunlight. “Do we have to?”

Daniel kissed the tip of her nose. “Yes, we do.”

14

Sabrina pulled into the broad driveway of the Sinclair’s home and came to a stop next to a taxi. In the rearview mirror she saw Daniel parking behind her.