There it was, that edge she wanted him on, the one he'd pushed her over before. She'd had sex on the island with someone else, good sex, great sex, but it hadn't felt like this, it hadn't made everything in the room brighter or sharper. Each touch hadn't made her desperate for the next and the next.

Rachel arched beneath his touch, feeling both free and restrained. She could feel him, hard and ready between her legs and she moved back against him, almost whimpering as she gasped out, "Condoms. In the nightstand."