AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Unbothered as usual, she glances down at her body and then at me. “We’re in Cartagena, August. It’s literally eighty-five degrees outside.”
The bikini skims her body, leaving so little to the imagination. If I hadn’t already painstakingly memorized the exact position of her nipples on her breasts, I would be able to point them out now. My mouth waters at the mere thought of suckling them, teasing them into swollen, hard peaks. She looks phenomenal—and that continues to grate at me.
“You didn’t know who was at the door.”
“I don’t give a shit.” She turns on her heel and heads into the suite, giving me a mind-boggling view of her backside, which has somehow gotten curvier and tanner since I saw her a month ago. “And I thought you liked it when I showed myself off. Didn’t you tell me to post more pictures so people could see what they could never fuck?” She casts a glance over her shoulder. Baiting me. Provoking me.
When I exhale out through my nostrils, I feel like my breath has heated to steam. But then my eyes lock on her mesmerizing ass once more when she saunters over to the bar, and everything gets pushed to the wayside.
Well she’s certainly talented.
“I’m glad you’re here.” She pours two tumblers and motions for me to approach her before she hops up onto the counter and crosses her legs, which is so goddamn sexy it should only be permitted in international waters.
Once I’m standing in front of her, she hands me one of the tumblers and clinks her own against mine.
“Salud,” she says before she downs the shot.
I do the same. Aguardiente.
“I shouldn’t be here,” I go on, studying her cautiously.
Julia takes my empty tumbler and places it on the counter next to her. She rests her delicate hands on my shoulders and draws me towards her. “Sure you should,” she murmurs, her attention locked on my mouth.
I somehow have the wherewithal to shake my head. “I was done with you. Done with the games.”
“Obviously not,” she whispers before she brings her lips to mine.
Ah, fuck it.
I kiss her, not bothering to be gentle. I take her mouth hard, letting all the pent-up frustration and want I’ve amassed in the last month spill out into the kiss. Her tongue tastes sweet like mint, but with a tinge of sting from the aguardiente. So like Julia, in a nutshell.
“You left me,” I growl into her mouth before I grab a messy handful of her hair and tug on it.
Surprised, Julia gasps and then arches into my hold. “I figured you’d get over it.”
“Do I look like I’m over you?” I demand.
Her eyes stay on my mouth and she won’t wipe the sick, satisfied grin from her face. She groans and loops her shapely, bare legs around my waist, bringing me even closer.
“I’m not going to just get over you,” I go on before I kiss her more fiercely, staking my claim on her mouth. “Not until I’ve had my fill.”
“When will that be?” she gasps, barely able to speak through frantic kisses.
“Never.”
I’ve only been in her presence for a couple minutes now, but I’m already hard and desperate to shove her little triangle swimsuit bottoms to the side to get to her cunt. My hard cock prods her, just a few layers of clothing between us, and I’m about to undo my pants when a voice shouts out, “Julia, what the fuck?”
I wrench myself out of the kiss and turn to my left, where I find another man staring at us. No, not staring—gaping in horror. He’s young, around Julia’s age, and the expression on his face isn’t hard to read: He’s not pleased to see me at all.
“Who the hell is he?” I demand, raising my chin in his direction. My body tenses, eager to bound forward in his direction, but Julia keeps her tight hold on me.
“Are you making out with the help?” the kid presses, not budging from his spot.
From the look of him—the designer swim trunks, the freshly-pressed white shirt, and the expensive sunglasses, I figure this guy is one of her friends. But the way he stares at her is so much more than friendly—it’s practically proprietary.
“I’m Gus Winter.” Reluctantly, I peel myself off of Julia. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Oh,” the guy replies, lifting both eyebrows in recognition.
