揑抦 sorry.?
揇on抰 be. It抯 not your life and I抦 not asking for tears. Especially not in this beautiful place where it feels like a sin not to smile,?he says sternly.
He takes the brew pipe and pulls one last sip from it before passing it to me, caressing my face as he does.
Those incandescent blue gems in his face catch my eyes again. His hand goes from softly skimming my cheek to cupping my face, his fingers relishing my heat.
Oh, hell.
Then that sparkling gaze drops from my eyes to my lips.
There抯 something feral in his expression.
Something wild.
Something that wants to taste me with teeth.
I stretch my legs out, feeling the breeze, suddenly aware of how wet I am.
Just in case, I place my hand over the brew pipe and push it toward the sand next to me. I抦 not ruining this by getting burned if it抯 still hot.
He must read my mind, bringing his other hand to my face and inhaling sharply.
God, I love how his breath trembles. Like it抯 taking his entire soul to hold back from turning me over, hiking up my dress, tearing off my panties, and taking me right here where anyone can see.
揧ou are fucking dangerous,?he growls, giving words to the harsh thoughts in my head. He urges me up in his arms.
With both hands, he pulls my face to his.
When our lips touch, I hug him with a loud moan spilling from my throat.
I抦 not like this.
I don抰 go to pieces kissing strange, broody men on exotic beaches and aching for sex that抯 guaranteed to complicate my life.
But with Cole, I become someone else.
Someone who melts into a puddle when I see the shine in his eyes as he dips his face to mine, knowing it can only mean one thing.
His kiss falls on my lips like a meteor, hot and intense enough to blind the high tropical sun.
I抦 freaking electrified as our mouths collide, my life flashing before my eyes, his tongue swiping mine and then pushing in.
Not asking. Taking what he wants.
My toes scrunch up in my sandals. He seizes my bottom lip with his teeth and a low animal growl, only relenting to chase my tongue again.
His tongue delves against it, teasing and claiming, pulling a raw whimper from my throat.
揙h.?I sigh, tumbling back with my mouth tingling.
For a second, we stare at each other, eyes searching for any last doubts. Though I抦 honestly not sure if they would stop us.
It抯 the only invitation he needs.
He grabs me again and hauls me onto his lap, pushing my legs around his muscular body. Our faces melt together.
He explores my mouth.
My tongue ravishes his.
His hands grip my waist, brushing my sides, my thighs, and finally wrapping behind me, squeezing me deliciously.
I hook my legs around him, loving how he isn抰 afraid to be rough with my ass.
Oh.
Oh, shit.
I can feel him.
I can feel what he抯 got and it抯 so devilishly thick I gasp against his kiss.
He pulls back with laughter in his eyes. 揋uess you see where the big ego comes from. I may be an arrogant bastard, Eliza, but I come by it honestly.?
When he moves, I抦 so not ready.
His hips punch up, pushing between my legs, raking his hard, throbbing desire against me.
Holy hell!
The friction makes my eyes roll.
I bite my lip as his cock rubs my pussy through the fabric, as he rears back and thrusts against me several more times, each movement coming harder than the last.
This man wants me violently.
I抦 sweating rivulets梐nd it has nothing to do with the hot sand under us.
God damn him.
I want more. So much more, but he抯 my boss.
A strange, hurt beast who抣l command a heavy price if I let him drag me into bed.
I shouldn抰 want it.
I shouldn抰 focus all my energy on devouring his mouth, warring with his tongue, becoming paralyzed with pleasure as his fingers skim the waistband of my panties.
As his hand flicks under lace.
As he finds my clit and pinches it oh so softly梑ut still hard enough to make me push my face into his shoulder, where I bite down on his shirt.
It抯 all I have to muffle this scream.
I have to end this.
Before we wind up having horizontal monkey-sex here on an open beach.
I have to?
揊uck!?he snarls in my ear, so low and vicious it抯 barely even human. 揑 could lick this raw, Eliza. I could give you a thousand of these sunsets with your pussy on my face.?
Foly Huck.
This kiss is enough, I lie to myself.
It抯 the closeness I crave.
Everything else, his hand there, his crude promise that makes me so soaked I抦 afraid I won抰 even be able to walk梚t抯 too much. Too soon. Too tempting.
He must sense my confusion and the way I抦 trembling because he pulls back.