exploration. Her bones seemed to melt with the heat he was generating inside of her.
His weight was pressing her backward. It didn't ease, not even when gritty sand was beneath her shoulder blades. The heat of his sun-warmed body seemed to induce a languor that lifted her to a dreamlike state.
Tangy ocean salt clung to his skin, mixing with his musky male scent to make an intoxicating aroma. Her hands spread over the rippling, hard muscles of his back and shoulders, trying to evoke the same pleasure his stroking caress was giving her.
The knot of her swimsuit halter was digging into the back of her neck, an uncomfortable lump in an otherwise satisfying bed. She moved against Rhyder in relief when his exploring fingers encountered it and loosened it, pulling the straps away.
When Rhyder dragged his mouth from hers to explore the slender column of her throat, she felt a giddiness she had never previously experienced. She tipped her head back to expose every inch for his inspection.
Delicious shivers danced over her skin as he roughly nibbled at the lobe of her ear, then trailed over the sensitive cord to investigate the pulsing vein in her neck.
A thousand sensations assaulted her mind when he pushed the top of her swimsuit away and his hand glided over the curve of her breast. Fleetingly it occurred to Gina to protest against this liberty, but the firm, yet gentle caress of his hand erased her momentary apprehensions.
His warm mouth left the hollow of her throat, drawn to the pointed thrust of her breast. Primitive desire exploded within her at his possession of this previously private area. The fierceness of the emotion nearly overwhelmed her but Gina fought her way out of the whirlpool of uncontrolled passion, stiffening in fear at the wanton longings his fiery touch was arousing.
Immediately Rhyder shifted his attention to her lips. His burning kiss led her back to the whirlpool and reassured her she had nothing to fear in the drowning eddy of passion. Again her flesh became pliant to his touch, her limbs boneless. The moment of resistance had been conquered masterfully.
As her fingers started to curl into the wavy thickness of his black hair, Rhyder ripped himself from her, rolling away, turning his back to her as he knelt sitting on his heels. For a stunned moment, Gina lay where he had left her, staring dazedly at his slumped shoulders and bent head. She could see the effort he was making to try to control his erratic breathing.
"Rhyder?" She murmured his name in confusion and scooted into a half-sitting position.
Her trembling legs were curled to the side. She drew the top of her swimsuit over her nakedness, holding it in place with a shaking hand, and started to move toward him.
He either sensed her intention or heard her movement. "Don't come near me." His taut voice trembled huskily, but the tone was unmistakably commanding.
"Why?" she whispered, in a mute appeal to have him make her understand.
He raked a hand through the side of his hair and answered roughly, "If you have any sense, you'll leave me alone for a minute."
"But—'"
"Fix your swimming suit," ordered Rhyder, as if giving her something to do.
Shakily Gina did as she was told. Her rounded gaze of uncertain green never left the point between his shoulder blades. The wet straps of her swimsuit weren't cooperating with her efforts to tie them together, but Gina didn't really care.
"Did I…did I do something wrong?" she asked hesitantly, betraying her youth and inexperience as she tried to find out why Rhyder had so abruptly terminated the embrace.
There was a slight movement of his head in a negative answer. " You didn't do anything wrong," he said in a sigh heavy with self-disgust.
"Then what is it?"
"What is it?" Rhyder laughed harshly as he turned to look at her over his shoulder.
He stared at her for a long moment. His savagely taunting laughter ended at the sight of her. Gina didn't realize that the effects of his lovemaking were