He pulled my hand away and kissed my lips, pulling me into him. As I shifted, one foot brushed up against the bandaged injury on my shin and I tensed from the pain, though it was a dull pain thanks to the pills and wine.
Luthor pulled back and gave me a worried look. “I don't want to hurt you.”
“Me neither.”
We stared at each other for a moment, and then he got up, saying, “Let's move you to the bed.”
“Okay.”
With my arm over his shoulders, I hopped over to the bed. I could walk on the injured leg, as nothing was actually broken, but it didn't feel good because of the swelling. He picked me up and set me on the bed, then took one of the pillows and propped up my bandaged leg.
I thought he was going to lie down next to me, to continue the kissing we'd started, but he held back, standing there.
“I'm sorry,” I said, and the next thing I knew, I was crying. The injury, the scare, the emotions, the stitches, the wine, and Luthor Thorne—it was all too much.
He sat down next to me on the bed and looked really uncomfortable. “Don't be sorry, Lexie. You didn't do anything wrong.”
Sniffing, I said, “I ruined your vacation.”
He patted my hand. “No, you didn't. The worst I can say is that ...” He looked away.
“What?”
He turned back and gave me a reassuring smile. “You scared me down there. That's all. Simon and I were swimming over to meet up with you girls, and I saw the whole thing happen. The sand was calm, and then the stingray was flashing past us. I should apologize to you. I should have been your diving buddy. I would have looked out for you.”
“It was an accident.” My head was foggy. “Just an accident.”
“Yes, of course. I didn't mean anything bad by Suzanne. She didn't do anything wrong. It's just that ...” He picked up my hand and stroked my fingers. “I wouldn't have turned my back on you for even a second. I wouldn't have taken my eyes off you.”
I closed my eyes and shook my head, a big goofy grin on my face. “You are just trying to get me into bed.”
“You are in bed.”
I looked around at the nubby cotton sheets. “I am! Then you're trying to get my clothes off.”
He let go of my hand and turned to adjust the pillow under my leg. “It's been a long day. I'll sleep on the sofa. You get some rest.”
“Don't go.”
He got up from the edge of the bed.
“Don't go,” I repeated.
He circled around the bed and came to lie next to me, still wearing his shorts. He rested, up on one elbow, and stroked my cheek. “There, you stopped crying already. Feel better?”
I surprised myself with the next thing I said, which was, “I miss my mother.”
He took it in stride, saying, “We're a long way from home. Perfectly natural to miss your family.”
“What about … your parents? I don't know them.”
He threw an arm over me and snuggled in next to me.
He said, “I do miss my parents when I haven't seen them in a while. Then we get together, and within about five hours or so, I remember why I moved out. Don't get me wrong, they're great people, but they can be a little intense.”
“No!” I said in mock seriousness. And then, since I was so relaxed on the medication, I asked him, “Were you guys always rich? I should have googled you or something. I feel embarrassed now.” I hid my face in my hands. “I'm sorry. That was rude.”
“Lexie, it's not like I murdered a bunch of people. We can talk about my situation, as long as it doesn't make you uncomfortable.”
“Oh.”
“I did grow up with a lot of money, though, and all the problems that come with that. I'm not asking you to feel sorry for me, the poor little rich boy, but my life has had its ups and downs. I had a brother who died of childhood leukemia.”
“I'm so sorry. That's so sad.”
“There are some things that even all the money in the world can't fix. I was eight when Jason died. Things were hard for a while, and then things got better. It's been thirty years since he first got sick, and nothing worse has happened since then. So, I guess I've been lucky.”
“Me too. My parents split up, but that wasn't even too bad.”
“Until you got stung by a stingray.”
I glanced down at my bandaged leg. “You know, for a few minutes, I forgot all about that.”
“So that answers my next question.”
“What question?”
“Are you feeling well enough to give me a kiss?”
I reached out and pulled him toward me while rolling onto my side. My leg was throbbing, but Luthor's hot skin under my hands and his mouth on mine took my mind off my injured leg.
He moved oh-so-slowly, sucking on my lips and then parting my lips with his tongue. He kissed me, with his tongue darting in my mouth, then moving back out so he could suck on my lower lip. I pushed forward to be closer. Both of us were still on our sides, our fronts touching. He reached around my back and untied my bikini top, then pulled it away from me.
He kept kissing me as he ran his hands over my br**sts, squeezing the ni**les until they were firm like raspberries between his fingers.
I ran my hand down his back and under the waistband of his swimming shorts. Compared to his chest, the surface of his bu**ocks were cool. As I squeezed them, he groaned and pushed his h*ps at me, his erection against the bone of my hip.
Slowly, I moved my hand from his bu**ocks and over his hip, until I found his lovely equipment at the front and wrapped my hand around that firm shaft. He tenderly bit my lip and pushed into my hand. I pumped him with my fist, enjoying the heat of him and his eagerness.
He pushed me onto my back and then squirmed around to take off his swimming shorts. He chucked them off the bed, and they landed over a lamp.
He murmured, “Once I start, I don't stop, so I have to ask, is your foot okay?”
“Yeah.” My hand was still wrapped around his cock, the tip of it glistening in the soft lamp light of the villa. “Come here,” I said, tugging on him. “Once I start, I don't stop either. C'mere and put your gorgeous c**k in my mouth.”
He raised his eyebrows and his mouth dropped open, like he was going to protest, but I tugged him by hand and licked my lips at the same time, and he just nodded and shifted himself up. Oh, that smooth tan skin of his was so delicious, it made my mouth water. He made everything water.
I grabbed the extra pillows to prop up my head, and then guided him into my mouth, so he was straddling my upper chest. My arms wrapped around him with one arm over his legs at the front, where my hand could stay to help my mouth, and one arm wrapped up behind, stroking his lower back and bu**ocks.