"Please."

He unbuttoned the top button, then unzipped, and was rewarded with red silk panties. He pushed his fingers in and under. She was soft and bare, and his smile turned savage as he probed further to find her wet slit.

Honey. It was the perfect word for her. He pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth and sucked them in. "I knew you'd taste like honey." Her eyes were wide, just a slight bit of gray rimmed black as she panted.

"Can I touch you yet?"

"No." David bent, and as he helped her step out of her jeans and panties, he took a long lick of her feminine folds and suckled her clit.

"David!" she wailed as she came apart. He grabbed her close and laid her down on the bed.

"Where are the condoms?" he asked as he reached for the bedside drawer.

"Wait, let me," she scrambled to stop him.

Too late. Score. He had found Sarah's little assortment of treasure. He pulled out a small vibrator that couldn't come close to matching what they would be working with tonight.

"Too bad we don't have more time," he said regretfully as he placed it back in the nightstand. He pulled out a condom and stood beside the bed. He made short work of stripping, delighting in how she reached for him, but they were still on his program. "Sarah?" he asked.

"Hmmm?" She was in a fog. "Now, I need you now."

"And I'm going to take you." He emphasized the word take. "Hands over your head."

"No," she said petulantly. "I want to touch you. I love your chest."

"Next time."

"Now." She pushed out her bottom lip.

It was too much to bear. He swooped down and shackled her wrists. If there was going to be a next time, he would bring handcuffs. He grabbed her hands in one of his, and pulled them over her head, and loved how her breasts were thrust into prominence.

He suckled one piece of pink candy and savored the lusciousness of Sarah. The sweetest of all the flavors. She rolled her torso and begged for her other breast to have attention. He plucked and pinched, and she hissed out the word, "Yes."

Over and over, he took, waiting for a sign. At last, her legs were wide open, surrounding his hips.

"Keep your hands where I put them, then you get my cock, do you understand?"

She looked at him in confusion. She canted her hips upwards, trying to capture him, tempt him.

He let go of her hands and went to put on the condom. She leveraged her hands and feet to push high against him.

"Dammit, honey, let me get this on."

She'd tempt a saint. Properly protected, he guided himself into her swollen, wet depths. She damn near strangled him with her need. Had anything ever felt so good?

"Fuck. You're perfect honey. Squeeze me tighter."

He laughed. She was actually blushing. They were as close as two human beings could be, and she was blushing. She was a fucking delight.

"David," she admonished.

"What? Don't you want to know that your pussy is perfect?" He thrust deeper. Harder.

She mumbled something into his chest. He cupped her chin and tilted her head so he could see her.

"What did you say?"

"It's you."

He pushed back in, watching her carefully. There, that was the spot. He did it again, and again, rubbing the sweet spot.

"What's me?" he asked softly. His pretty nurse struggled to keep her hands above her head and answer his question.

"You're perfect," she sighed. She was getting close, and he intended to make her fly. He reached his hand between them and found her clit wet and swollen. He circled it as he bent and lapped at one berry tipped nipple. God, which one of them was trembling harder?

"David?"

He pinched. He sucked. He thrust.

She thrashed, her hair flew across the pillow, her moan long and loud.

God, she was beautiful. Sarah came like a wanton, nothing held back. He'd never had such a pure and authentic lover. As her climax shuddered to completion, dazed gray eyes looked up at him.

"Again." He grinned. He hooked his hand under her arm and brought it up and over his neck. Her smile dazzled. She lifted her other arm and clutched him close. They met for a long kiss.

Just kissing her was enough to make him come. Her release had made her more swollen, and pressing in made his head want to explode, but he'd be damned if she wouldn't come with him. He swept his hand down her back and clutched her ass. She purred and jolted up, slamming their bodies together. He kneaded the lush curves, and she moaned. Wrenching her mouth away from his she gasped, "It's too much."

If she could talk, it wasn't enough. He slowed down, then sped up, ensuring she would never know what to expect. He heard her gasping and grinned.

Ahhh, her nails in his scalp were going to draw blood, and he would happily wear the wounds. As her walls clamped down on his cock, tingles shot down his spine. She was going to kill him, and then she wailed his name, and he shot over the edge, lost in the stormy depths of her gray eyes.

4.

Present Day...

It didn't matter what time zone it was. It didn't matter if he'd had three, four, five or six hours of sleep. Four a.m. was an ungodly hour to have to have the alarm wake you. David grabbed his phone and shut it off, wishing the magical device could make coffee appear.

He pushed out of bed, and the scent of the clean sheets brought his dreams rushing back to him. Four a.m. Would the medical team be asleep? Be at the hospital? Be coming back? Fuck if he knew. Everything was topsy turvy and had been since the fucking earthquake. It was now hour sixty since the earthquake.

He needed to get to the prison. The warden and his men had been woefully lacking in their ability to put together search parties. Hell, they didn't even have protocols in place to handle a prison break!

His phone rang.

"David?"

He suppressed the sarcastic answer. "Yes, Carmen, it's me. What are you doing up so early?"

"The boat arrived. Where are you?" she asked irritably.

Dammit, he'd forgotten. He'd been so focused on getting back to the prison, that he hadn't remembered the shipment of large construction equipment that was scheduled to arrive that morning. The earthquake had damaged nearly all of the island's equipment on various construction sites throughout the countryside.

"Ship. It's a ship. I'm on my way. You aren't at the dock, are you?" Hell, she'd called him yesterday afternoon when he'd been at the prison. Bernardo had put her in charge of coordinating communications between police, fire, and the governor's office. She was perfect. Annoying, but perfect.

"No, I'm not at the dock. I don't drive. They called me. I'm waiting for you in the lobby." He sighed.

"I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Make it five." She hung up.

Despite the fact there were back-up generators in the hotel, David still avoided the elevators. He was close to the first floor when he heard Sarah. He stopped to listen.

"I will have you arrested if I ever see you touch another patient."

"You bitch. You're just a nurse."

"You're a drunk and a junkie. Look at yourself, you can barely stand. I saw you go into that supply closet, and then come out higher than a kite! I'm going to file every report imaginable. When I'm done with you, you won't be able to dispense advice."

He heard a thud. Fuck! He jumped down four steps and rounded the corner just in time to see the bastard roll on the ground, Sarah stood over him, fists clenched, and her chest heaving.

"You absolute dolt. What part of former Army did you not comprehend?" She nudged him with her toe and then looked up. "Oh look, the police."

Dumbass groaned.

"Get up," Sarah growled.

He just moaned.

"I barely tapped him," she said as she looked at David. "He's high. I hauled him out of the clinic we were working at." Despite her brave words, he could see shock was beginning to set in.

"Honey," he started. But she put her hand out and shook her head. Instead, she pointed to the man lying on the floor of the stairwell.

David nodded, and she gave a weak smile of appreciation.

"What's your name, asshole?" David demanded. The man just moaned again. David pulled him up and gave him a shake. "Name!"

"Arnie. Dr. Arnie Stanton," he slurred. Sarah opened the door to the lobby, and David marched the doctor out. He saw Carmen who immediately summed up the situation. She had her phone out in an instant. After she had hung up, she came over to them.

"Carlos will be here in five minutes. I take it this idiot needs to be booked?" David revised his opinion of the older woman for the forty-third time. Once again, he adored Carmen.

"Are you okay, honey?" she asked Sarah.

"I'm fine," came the clipped response.

"You talk to our chief, we'll take care of the trash," the older woman said in a soothing tone.

David looked in amazement as Carlos walked up.

"How did you get here so fast?"

"Carmen wanted a ride to the docks. She said you were taking too long." Okay, now Carmen was annoying him again. David explained the situation about the doctor.

"Do you need me to make a statement?" Sarah asked Carlos.

"I'll take it," David said. "You can take the prisoner to our temporary holding cell, and then take Carmen to the docks."

"Sounds good," Carlos said. David watched as Carlos maneuvered the unsteady doctor out of the hotel, with Carmen following.

David turned to Sarah. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine, but I need to get back to the clinic. Do you really need to take a statement from me?"

"Let's sit down. They have food rations laid out over there, and I need to grab some before heading out." David indicated the temporary area the hotel management had set up. "What's more, you look like you might fall down."

She took a deep breath. "Sitting sounds good," she admitted.

His hand hovered over her lower back for a moment, and then a spark flared when his palm touched the light cotton covering her skin. Her step hesitated, then she continued toward the dining room that was dimly lit with lanterns. David relaxed when Sarah let him hold out the chair for her.

"I'm going to get a plate of food. There's bananas, oatmeal, and I think they have some eggs. Can I get you anything?"

"No. I'm too upset to eat."

"Sarah, when was the last time you ate?"

She blew out a breath. "Last night at dinner, before we left for the clinic."

What the hell was she thinking? Why did she think she needed to return?

"I'll be right back." He went to the serving area, filled up two plates, and grabbed two bottles of water. She could eat what she wanted, and whatever she didn't, he'd finish.

She was staring off into space when he returned. He put one of the plates in front of her and she frowned. "I can't eat all of that."