And about to take me with her.
Truly, his cock ached with the need for release, and he was so hard he could feel himself stretching his skin to its limits. His balls had pulled up high and tight against his body in preparation for orgasm.
Pulling back from her oh-so-delicious neck, he cupped her face with both hands. “Mia... Slow down, cariña. There’s no rush.”
She lifted her lids and he saw her golden eyes were silvered by the starlight. The desire shining in them, combined with the soft temptation of her passion-swollen lips, was everything he’d ever dreamed of.
And more.
“Come for a swim with me,” he coaxed. “I’ve watched you in the water at the dive site so many times. And each time I’ve wished you were naked. Wished I could see the sunlight glowing on your skin. Wished I could watch the waves lap hungrily at this part of you...” He flexed his hips in demonstration, rubbing his hardness against her. “Wished I could watch your nipples pucker the moment your breasts touched the surface.”
Plus, he needed a dip to cool his ardor. He was seconds away from tossing all his long-held plans for a slow, thorough seduction right out the window and, instead, doing what the animal inside him wanted.
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, grinning a seductress’s grin. “The sun sank a while ago. I don’t think it’s possible for it to glow on my skin.”
“Starlight works just as well,” he assured her. “Better even.”
He saw the hesitation in her eyes. Saw how the thought of stripping naked in front of him made her nervous.
Thanks to her damned mother, who’d filled her head with perceived flaws, she truly had no idea just how abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous she was.
He planned to remedy that. To show her what he saw when he looked at her.
Pure perfection.
“I’ll go first.” He quickly whipped his shirt over his head before she could think to argue.
It was one-hundred percent agony lifting her off his lap and setting her aside on the log, but he managed it so he could stand. And if she’d had any doubts just how badly he wanted her, she didn’t after that. Because his jeans rode low on his hips and the head of his cock poked above his waistband.
Her breath hitched. Her eyes flew wide. He could see her pulse hammering in her throat.
“Mmm.” He nodded. “See what you do to me, cariña?”
He cupped his erection quickly, just one subtle stroke to ease a bit of the pain, before moving his hands to the buttons on his fly. With a flick of his fingers they were undone. A second later, his jockey shorts and jeans lay in a puddle at his feet.
He stood before her then. Breaths coming quick and shallow. His fully erect cock bobbing with each of his heartbeats.
The woman, bless her, didn’t even attempt to hold his gaze. Hell no. She stared straight at his dick, and he would swear he could feel the heat of her gaze bathing over his most sensitive flesh like a hot, wet tongue.
His cock bucked, begging for her touch. When she lifted a hand to do exactly that, he could only groan and say, “Not yet. If you touch me now, I might not have the strength to take this slow.”
Her lioness eyes were lit with a pure, killer instinct when she looked up at him. “And why would that be a bad thing?”
“It’s not a bad thing.” He grabbed her hand to pull her to a stand. “In fact, I hope to show you what a good thing fast and furious sex can be. But that’s for another time. This time, this first time...”
He slowly undid the top button on her blouse. Her pulse beat in the hollow of her throat, and when the button popped free of its hole and his fingers gently grazed the upper slope of one breast, it went from a quick tattoo to a rapid flutter.
“This first time, I want to touch and taste, rub and lick every inch of you. I want to learn what will make you moan, what will make you writhe with pleasure beneath me, what will send you careening over the edge.”
“My god.” The two syllables sawed out of her. She blinked in surprise when she glanced down and saw he’d undone the rest of her buttons while he’d distracted her with his words.
Her bra was white and lacy, as delicate and feminine looking as the woman who wore it. The cups lifted her breasts like an offering, and he didn’t hesitate to accept.
Following the edge of one scalloped cup with his fingertip, he watched, satisfied, as the nipple beneath pinched tight against the lace.
Responsive, the beast in him growled.
Pulling her to him, he hissed when his naked cock pressed against the fabric of her shorts and the warm skin on her lower belly. Slipping her blouse over her shoulders, he tossed it atop his jeans. And while his arm was behind her back, he took advantage and unsnapped the clasp of her bra. She gasped when the two sides sprung free in an instant.
Her breath was hot against his chin as she stared up at him. “You’re good at that.”
“I’m good at a lot of things,” he assured her as he bent to reclaim her kiss-swollen lips. “Let me show you.”
Distracting her with his teeth and tongue, he peeled away her bra, flinging it toward the growing pile of clothes. When her tightly bunched nipples grazed the hair on his chest, she groaned and he drank down the sound, took it into himself so that it was imprinted upon the very fabric of his being.
So that it would remain part of him. Always.
For long moments, despite the urge to step back and let his hungry eyes roam over the treasures he’d just uncovered, he did nothing more than revel in her devilishly talented mouth.
Not that that was a hardship. Truly, Mia was a natural when it came to kissing.
Her lips were soft and plush, her tongue was eager and searching. She nibbled and sucked and followed his every move instinctively. Then, to his surprise, she went up on tiptoe, framed his face with her hands, and took over the lead from him.
He wasn’t sure who made which noise. But one of them moaned and the other grumbled when she dipped her tongue into his mouth. Setting up a slow, languid rhythm that he knew would translate to other pleasurable activities.
He imagined his cock entering her body in rhythm to her tongue. Deep, slick strokes that shoved the head of his dick high and tight against her cervix. Slow, luxurious thrusts that made his balls slap her ass as her tight little body welcomed his entry.
He couldn’t stand it a second longer.
He needed her naked. He needed to have nothing separating them but the sweat that slicked their skin.