My eyes went to the gorgeous infinity pool.
There was something insanely sexy about swimming. Skin brushing against skin, weightless.
“Would you like to go for a swim?” I asked.
“Not right now.” He still sounded distant and tense.
There was no way I was going to let his mood ruin this trip. I glanced around. Unless someone was either in a low flying plane or on a boat with some powerful binoculars, there was no way anyone was going to see me…
Acting on a crazy impulse, I grabbed the bottom of my dress and pulled it over my head.
Ahhh. Nude. The brilliant Caribbean sun kissing my skin. The salty sea breeze caressing it.
Shane’s head jerked to me. His eyes widened. Little sparks of desire lit in their depth.
That was better.
Feeling very sexy, I gave him a little smile then sauntered over to the edge of the pool and dove in.
My body sliced through the water, its chill a welcome relief to the sizzling burning on my skin. I surfaced at the far end and turned toward Shane.
Surprising me, he dove in fully dressed, shoes and all. I watched his lean body torpedo through the clear water. He broke the surface, hauled me against him and kissed me.
Ahhhh. Heaven.
His kiss was pure seduction. Lips soft. Tongue slipping in to caress mine. Hands sliding under my ass, holding my weightless body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, arms around his neck and kissed him back.
This was what I’d imagined when I’d first arrived at this glorious place. Shane, kissing me, making me tremble with need. Here, in this pool. Under the blazing sun. With the sound of the ocean’s waves echoing in the distance and the scent of the sea heavy in the air.
Leaving me to hold on, Shane reached down with one hand, took off a shoe and tossed it onto the patio. The other followed. Then his pants and underwear. Now he was nude from the waist down, his erecting teasing my opening.
I fisted his shirt while he grabbed hands full of my hair and pulled, forcing my head back. “Dammit, you’re mine. Mine.”
“Shane,” I said on a sigh. How I loved the way he said that, how he claimed me. With his words. With his mouth. With his whole body.
He kissed my neck, making me shudder. Goose bumps prickled my shoulders, my arms. It was as if he knew exactly what I needed, when I needed it. How to touch me. How to kiss me.
I held on, surrendering to his skilled hands and wicked mouth, growing more breathless, dizzier by the second. He kissed and nipped and licked. He caressed and pinched and squeezed.
It was a seduction. But when he gripped my waist and pushed me down, impaling me with his thick rod, I felt as if I’d been claimed. Possessed. He thrust into me, filling me, and I quaked.
“Yes, sir,” I muttered, arching my back so he drove deep inside. “Thank you.” I met every one of his rough thrusts, using my arms and legs to lift up then slam down. Again and again and again. Within seconds, I was on the verge of cl**ax, my body tight, my breath caught deep in my chest. “Please, sir. May I come?”
“No.” His hands moved down, cupping my ass cheeks. A finger dipped into the crack. “No, minx.”
My inner muscles clenched around his girth, and a wave of erotic heat crashed through me. I was going to come. I couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t.
I gritted my teeth and surrendered.
An intense orgasm overtook me. Inside, my muscles clamped around him like a fist then convulsed.
He growled and pounded into my burning flesh, amplifying my pleasure until I was sure I’d pass out. It was ecstasy like I’d never known. Every nerve in my body was on fire. I was twitching and clenching and trembling. My mind was lost in a sea of carnal pleasure. All I could do was cling to him and ride one wave of pleasure after another.
I felt him widen as he found release. He jerked back, thrust deep inside and then pulled out.
He grabbed my face and kissed me again. The kiss was rough and semi violent. Not what I was expecting. I sucked in a little gasp of shock and surrendered to it, to him, allowing him to torment me until he’d had enough.
When the kiss ended, I felt boneless. My muscles were all thoroughly relaxed. As he gently released me, I floated on my back. As I drifted across the surface, I was aware of Shane. He’d pushed himself out of the pool and was circling one end. I spied something in my peripheral vision at the opposite side. Movement. I turned my head.
Jordan
Reacting out of pure instinct, I flipped over on my stomach and dove beneath the surface, kicking hard to propel myself as far away from him as I could.
I was nude. He’d seen me.
Who knew what else he’d seen.
Had he been standing there the whole time? Watching?
My face was burning when I surfaced. My gaze went first to Shane. He was wrapping a white towel around his lower body. I couldn’t tell if he was aware of Jordan being there, watching us, or not.
I decided I’d let him know.
“Jordan,” I said as I wrapped one arm around my br**sts, hiding them from his view. Then, to Shane, I said, “May I please have a towel?”
Shane glanced at Jordan but didn’t seem surprised to see him. “Sure.” He pulled one off the rack next to him and strolled toward me.
I gave him a wide eyed look as he held it open for me. Evidently I was going to have to stand nude in front of this stranger. But only for a second.
Moving quickly, I pushed out of the pool and stepped into the soft towel. Thankfully, it was large, bigger than a bath towel. It covered me from chest to knee.
Still feeling ashamed, as if I’d been caught doing something I shouldn’t have, I glanced at Jordan. He gave me some kind of look I couldn’t read then wandered over to the table where we’d eaten dinner and sat.
“I think he saw us,” I whispered to Shane.
Shane nodded. “Come with me. We need to talk.”
Intrigued, and hoping I’d finally find out why he’d seemed so upset earlier, I followed him inside. We went to a bedroom, his I assumed. Sitting patiently on a small chaise at the foot of the bed, I watched him strip out of his wet shirt and pull on a clean, dry pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
Finally, he sat beside me.
And said…nothing.
I waited.
For a minute. Two. Three.
Shane jammed his fingers through his wet hair. Looking down at the gleaming tile floor, he said, “He’s expecting to have sex with you.”
Chapter 4
My head was spinning. Whirling. Swooping. It wasn’t a good feeling. Not at all. I felt as if my lungs were concrete. They wouldn’t expand. They wouldn’t fill with air.