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I curse myself for wearing them and a bikini top today, though I'm not even sure a parka would help this man keep his hands off me.
"I can't focus with you standing there half-naked," I admit, feeling a flush spread across my cheeks.
"Then I won't stand." He flashes me a wicked grin before dropping to his knees in front of me.
My heart pounds as he stares up at me, his gaze turning somber.
"Goddamn, Mila," he rasps. "I've spent half my fucking life looking for where I belonged. I never thought I'd find it on my knees at your feet, but a motherfucker could get used to this right here."
"Roman," I whisper, my stomach turning flips.
"I'm serious." He reaches for the hem of my shorts, his eyes locked on mine the entire time he pulls them down. My breath hitches as he exposes my bikini bottoms.
"I guess I should write that thank you note," he breathes, eyes on fire with lust.
I can barely form coherent thoughts as he presses nibbling kisses all along my inner thighs. My body trembles with anticipation as he gets closer and closer to where I want him most.
"Please," I beg, unable to take any more teasing.
He smirks up at me before tugging my bikini bottoms aside and diving between my legs. The pleasure is immediate and intense as he works his magic on me with his lips and tongue. I moan loudly, not caring who might hear us. All I care about is the pleasure ripping through me like a tidal wave.
He brings me close to the edge over and over before pulling back just enough to prolong my agony. But when he finally lets me go over, the climax is mind-blowing. It's worth every second of torture.
"Yeah," he whispers against my skin as I try to catch my breath, "on my knees at your feet is definitely where I belong."
My heart flutters. He's as sweet as he is filthy. If this ends in disaster, I'm never going to recover. I'll be ninety and still living off memories of how it felt to be wrapped in his arms, safe in the knowledge that I belonged to him, even if only temporarily.
"Come on," he says after a moment, placing a hot kiss to my pussy that has me blushing all the way to my roots. He sees it and chuckles before carefully sliding my bikini bottoms back into place.
I watch, licking my lips as he hauls himself to his feet.
"Let's go, little warrior."
"Uh, where are we going?"
"Into the water."
I glance from him to the water and then back. This might be California, but the water is cool. And I'm nice and cozy right where I am. "No, thanks. I'm good here."
"It wasn't a suggestion, beautiful." He takes a step toward me.
"Don't you dare, Roman Gregory."
Note to self: Never tempt a beast.
Before I can even blink, he's on me, his hot fingers wrapping around my waist. The breath whooshes out of me as he hauls me over his shoulder. His rough hand is warm, molding to the curve of my ass through the thin fabric of my bikini. He's so close to forbidden territory.
"Put me down!" I shriek, pounding on his back, but it's fruitless. He's built like a brick wall, all hard lines and bulging muscles.
He doesn't budge.
He merely grunts before slapping my ass. Hard. It stings slightly, but it's nothing short of invigorating. My body throbs in response, a heady rush of desire coursing through me at the unexpected contact.
"We're going swimming." His rough voice sends chills through me that have nothing to do with the cool ocean breeze.
He strides into the crashing waves without hesitation. My heart pounds as he wades deeper into the water, not stopping until it laps well above his waist. Only then does he set me on my feet with an unceremonious plop.
Without warning, he pulls me into him, his wet skin sticking to mine. His chest is hard against my back, his heartbeat thunderous in my ear.
