What could be simpler than a routine plane trip from Toronto, Canada to Caracas, Venezuela for a rookie flight attendant and a sexy R.C.M.P. officer?
But Fate had other intentions.
After leaving a disastrous marriage, Paix Allcot begins a new career as a flight attendant. The romance of travel plus the desperate need to be on any other continent other than the one her ex is on seems like a dream job. For the first time, Paix is no longer a trainee and the passengers in economy class are under her care. Especially the handsome passenger seated in 36C.
Guy Lapierre, undercover officer, is following a vicious human-trafficker. He has little time for relationships. Too many innocent lives are at stake. But when the plane crashes and Guy is stranded on a tropical island, he is forced to work with Paix to survive until he discovers that the man he is tracking is Paix’s older brother.
Can a pink bra and a hot night on the side of a volcano save the relationship and their lives?
Paix’s moans mixed with the sounds of the rain on the roof and the crashes of thunder.
Reaching up with his right hand, Guy flicked her left nipple. Twirling it between his thumb and forefinger made her grind her hips on him.
She released his mouth, tossing her head back. “I’m close. Harder.”
He shifted to try to rub her clit, but their position made it awkward. “Come on, Paix.” Her chest heaved against his. Each thrust up made her breasts bounce. Every movement pushed him closer to an edge he didn’t want to cross. Her grip tightened on his hair, her legs squeezed against him. He felt the first wave of her orgasm. She inhaled and arched her back. He slowed his thrusts.
“No.” She shook her head. “Harder.”
“Can’t.” He puffed trying to keep in control. “No protection.”
“Please, Guy. Harder. On edge. Don’t care. Please.” She squeezed and squirmed against him.
His restraint broke. He drove his hips upward, slamming into her. The cabin walls trembled with each thrust. “Come on, Paix. Let it all go. Now. Ah!”
Pressure built then released with a powerful shockwave, which tore through him. The building groaned and shook. His knees threatened to buckle. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he lifted her then slipped out. Cautiously moving around the unfamiliar and dark cabin, he made his way to the small bed he’d noticed during one of the flashes of lightning. He lowered her onto it then snuggled against her.
She slipped her hand back and cupped his balls. He closed his eyes and shuddered. “I need to rest.” She slid a finger back and forth. His gut clenched. “Message received, but I’m beat out.”
“Just letting you know that was only the first course.” She giggled. “And I know it’s a cliché, but I think the earth really did move. I think we had an earthquake.”
“You do know we’re making love on the side of a volcano.”
Where can eager fans find you?
Twitter – http://twitter.com/daryldevore
(or Daryl Devore)
Wattpad – http://www.wattpad.com/user/DarylDevore
GoodReads Author Page – http://www.goodreads.com/DarylDevore
Amazon Author Page – http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B004TJ1354
LinkedIn – ca.linkedin.com/pub/daryl-devore/58/b42/792/