“Am I going to be able to walk tomorrow?” I giggle, but the dark look he pins me with tells me I may not. Those almond-shaped eyes narrow farther, and his bow lips purse in what looks like an air kiss, and I’m dying to feel them on my skin.
“Perhaps, if you’re a good girl—”
“And if I’m not?” I ask, kneeling on the blanket, my eyes peering up at him with curiosity.
“I’ll have to spank that little ass before I fuck you until you pass out.” His words are a vow. A promise I’m willing to see him follow through on.
“Mmm hmm . . .” Lifting an olive from the small bowl, I pop it in my mouth, enjoying the salty flavor. “I bet,” I respond in a breathy tone. The surrounding air is thick with desire. How is that since we’ve opened the floodgates, all I want is to feel him between my thighs?
“You’re blushing, Mila,” he states matter-of-factly. “Is there something on your mind?”
Shaking my head, I feel the heat of a blush creeping up my neck and onto my cheeks. “Of course not.” I don’t meet his eyes, the ones that are currently boring a hole into me. Jesus, this man is going to be the death of me.
“Come on.” His arm is on me in an instant, tugging me off the blanket.
“What—?”
“I’m going to get you wet,” he growls. Leaning in, he throws me over his shoulder, and I can’t stop the squeal that falls from my lips. He walks us toward the water, and I’m wiggling in his grip.
“Put me down.” I giggle loudly, but my body is tingling all over from his hands on my legs, thighs, and when he rains a spanking on my ass, heat pools in my bikini bottoms.
As soon as we hit the water, he makes his way deep into the ocean, sliding me down his body. The thick erection between his legs prods against me, causing me to moan. “Is this what you wanted? To taunt me?” Shaking my head, I bite down on my lower lip and meet his hooded gaze. “Do you enjoy taunting me, sweetheart? Because I will fuck you anywhere I please.”
Wrapping my legs around his taut waist, I press my quivering pussy against his cock, reveling in the feel of him pressing against me. “What are you waiting for?” I tease.
He doesn’t answer me. Instead, his mouth crashes on mine, causing my body to shudder with need against him. Our tongues duel, tease, and taunt and when I suck his into my mouth, he groans low and feral.
“Fuck me,” I moan against his lips, and he doesn’t need more permission. His fingers push my bikini bottoms to the side, finding my hot core.
“Jesus, sweetheart, you’re slick and needy,” he moans in approval. My hand snakes between us. Shoving the front of his boxers down, I grip his steel shaft and stroke it slowly. “I need to be inside you,” he hisses through clenched teeth, and I nod. Positioning him at my heated entrance, he rolls his hips, sliding into me, stretching me deliciously.
“Grayson.” His name is a murmur as he drives into me. The waves crashing around us and the pull of his body are like a magnetic force not allowing me to pull away.
“Mila,” he moans. My name on his lips is a hoarse whisper full of hunger that matches my own. My nails dig into the smooth skin on his shoulders, marking him. “Jesus, Mila, sweetheart.” Words fall into the crashing waves as my body tightens, pulses, pulling him in farther as if we can’t get close enough.
“Please, Grayson, I need you . . .” My head drops back on a cry as his mouth suckles on the soft flesh of my neck. My release is so close, coiling, rumbling through me like a hurricane about to unleash an ungodly sound. Grayson bites down on one of my pebbled nipples, and it sends me crashing into the depths.
White stars burst behind my eyelids, and his animalistic growl tells me he’s joined me in bliss.
Chapter 11
Grayson
She’s perfect. Everything about her: her smile which lights up her face as she giggles as the water splashes against her legs, and the soft blue bikini hugs her body. Her breasts heave as she runs back toward me. Long, wet hair sticks to her back. Small droplets glistening on her tanned skin have me salivating, wanting to lick them off.
“Are you ever going to get your ass in there?” She giggles, dropping onto the towel beside me. I regard her behind my sunglasses, taking in the vision she is.
“Told you, darling, I don’t swim.” I lean back on my elbow while she stares me down.
“But you did earlier,” she reminds me of our little tryst.
“That wasn’t swimming. That was me claiming my woman.” My response earns me a soft rosy blush on her cheeks, and I can’t help smiling.
“Okay, caveman. What are we doing next?” She pops a cherry into her mouth, and I watch her lips pout as she bites the flesh of the fruit. Jesus, everything she does turns me on.
“We’re going shopping, and then dinner. Reservations are made. We need to get you a dress and perhaps some shoes if you’d like new ones,” I offer. Her mouth falls open in a shocked stare.
“Are you crazy? You can’t buy me new clothes for a date.”
“I can and I will. Get used to it. Now, dry off before I lick you dry. Let’s get going.” I push up, tugging on my T-shirt. Watching her towel-dry that delectable skin is enough to have me tenting my goddamn shorts again.
Once we’re dried off and dressed, we find the car waiting.
When the vehicle pulls up outside the small boutique, I turn to my girl, who’s got the biggest smile on her face.
“You’re really buying me a dress?” she questions me incredulously.
Nodding, I open the door and exit the car, holding out my hand for her. “I am. Not only a dress but a complete outfit for the evening.” She slips her dainty hand in mine, and I feel like a pauper escorting a princess.
As soon as we step into the store, the sales assistant is beside Mila, whisking her off to try on a multitude of dresses. Settling in the comfortable armchair, I face the changing room so once she’s ready I’ll get the first glimpse of the selection.
An hour later, we’re walking out of the store with two bags, one with her dress and the other with lingerie and shoes. I don’t know which one she finally chose, but they all blew me away. Her body is perfection; every curve and slope of her luscious figure was accentuated in the flowing material of every gown she tried on.
“Are you going to show me the dress I’ll be taking off later?” I lean in, whispering in her ear, but she rebuffs me, shaking her head and smirking as we head back home. “There are many ways I can taunt the answer out of you,” I whisper over her skin, sending a tremble through her, which I can’t help loving.
Love.
Who knew I’d be sitting here with my brother’s stepdaughter, in love and ready to take on the world? I want to take her places, show her things she’s never seen.
It’s almost seven. The car is waiting outside, and I hear it. The soft click of her heels on the mahogany floor. It’s a sound that allows my heart to fall into a steady rhythm as she nears me. Her delicate breaths are behind me, and when I turn to see her, my heart stutters. My gaze drags leisurely up, from her shimmery pink toes, to the sparkling silver peep-toe heels, and over the sleek, gray silk of her dress.