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“Let’s get the salt water off.” He takes his shirt from around my shoulders and tosses it on the bathroom sink. Cool air from the overhead vent drifts across my heated skin making my nipples pucker into tight nubs against the cloth of my bathing suit top.
He notices. Big time. And that wolfish grin comes back out to play over his lips.
Heat creeps onto my face.
Slowly. Ever so freaking slowly that it has to be the worst form of torture, he leans in and sinks his teeth around a hard tip. And bites.
Nerve endings I didn’t realize I had ignite with the intensity of the sun to scorch a path straight to my aching clit.
I’m gasping for air as the shock of pain arrows through me. He tugs and then sucks my nipple, bathing suit and all, into his hot mouth. I anchor my ankles around his waist and grind against his shaft. All the clothes between us do nothing to prevent me from feeling just how big he is.
“So fucking responsive,” he murmurs.
Ten very powerful fingers dig into the flesh of my ass possessively and my head falls back. Lips come over my pulse point and the second the tip of his tongue strokes over my skin I want to melt into him.
Instead of putting me down, he walks us into the large shower and cranks the water open. He shields me from the blast of cold water and when he does finally let me slide to my feet, I can feel the thickness of his cock all the way down.
I have never wanted to be fucked so bad in my life.
I take a step back ready to strip, but he’s not letting me out of his arms. It’s as though he needs to be touching me.
He braces his forearm on the wall by my head. Holding my gaze, he trails the tips of his fingers up my thighs and over my tummy.
I’m shivering and trying to think of an excuse as to why I should be asking for a ride back to land instead of another kind of ride. But I can’t find the words.
I want this. I want him and my body is very much onboard with the one-night stand idea. A rush of heat pools between my thighs as if to prove a point.
I lick my lips and he watches hungrily as my tongue darts over the plump flesh. “Only tonight, Maxim.” I can’t believe this is happening or the words coming out of my mouth.
He growls a throaty sound and strokes my bottom lip with his thumb. “Tonight,moya krasivaya sirena.And then…”
…and then his seductive words became hot, soul-scorching kisses. I hold my breath and exhale with a heady sigh. I lower my gaze and watch him kiss a slow-burning path down my quivering stomach. Hot lips over cool skin leave my core tightening and craving the heat of his tongue on my pussy.
Nimble fingers find the button to my shorts and he pops it open. The hiss of my zipper is drowned out by the fall of water on white marble. Maxim drops to his knees and ever so slowly he peels the rough material of my shorts down my hypersensitive skin to reveal the black bikini bottoms beneath. I hold his shoulders as he lifts one foot and then the other, tossing the shorts aside.
I grin, biting my lips. Sweet Jesus. It’s sexy as hell seeing him take the ties of my bathing suit on either side and then pull until the knots come free.
My entire body trembles not in fear, but in anticipation.
Sweet, delicious soul-consuming anticipation.
“If I could see you in nothing but string bikinis for the rest of our lives, I would die a fucking happy man.”
The rest of our lives? For too long I’ve never thought past today. But a lifetime of feeling this way? On fire and burning for a man so badly my core is hotter than molten lava?
My rampant thoughts are dispersed when the material of my bikini falls from my body and he sucks in harshly. “Fuck me,” he gruffly comments.
I’m not one to shy away from my curves. I’m not like so many women walking the beaches of this town but he doesn’t seem to see size or care I am a little shy about how my thighs rub together when I walk. The hunger in his fiery touches speaks volumes.
He traces a hot path up the seam of my bare pussy with the rough pad of his finger. With a little pressure, he dips between the folds and draws back sticky wetness.
I groan with embarrassment that I can be so wet for someone I’ve only seen on the news. But he’s holding up the truth of my arousal and… oh, God. A thrill shoots through me when he sucks his finger clean. His eyes fall closed as if it’s pure honey he’s tasting. He murmurs something in Russian and it sounds hot and possessive.
I am in so much trouble. The way his throat works when swallowing me. That…growl. I know on my life I’ll never be able to tell him no.
Hands slide over my body touching me everywhere. No man has craved me like this before and I don’t know what to do with that information.
“Fuck me, Maxim,” I blurt out and I realize as soon as the words are out of my mouth, I truly mean them. They are not just thoughts and wishful fantasies.
