Flashbacks to the beautiful afternoon on his yacht swept through my mind. “You think?”
“I know, and if you don’t remove them very quickly, they will be torn from your body. Do you understand me?”
“Why, yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” He took a step away, yanking his shirt from behind his neck.
I watched with my mouth watering until he’d tossed it aside. How was it possible that he seemed even more gorgeous than before? He was a creation of God, the perfect Adam. Sadly, I doubted I could be considered Eve. Although I did enjoy tempting him.
As I pulled my tee shirt from my shorts, my heart fluttered. Before, there’d been only carnal need, the hunger outweighing everything else. This moment was entirely different. This was all about growing closer.
I tugged off the shirt while he stood quietly. Every time he studied me, I could see his raw need written all over his face.
“So fucking beautiful.” His voice was deep and throaty and I felt beautiful. He took a deep breath, holding it as I kicked off my shoes.
He did the same, mirroring me this time. When I unfastened my shorts, he cocked his head. I could tell his patience was waning.
I turned around, unzipping and lightly tugging the material over my hips. Suddenly, he was right behind me. The touch of hisfingers created a series of shivers. He slipped his fingers under my bra strap, slowly rolling the tight material over my shoulder.
When he lowered his head, he breathed down the side of my neck, trailing kisses along my shoulder bone. The shivers intensified, creating a stronger desire. My thong was soaked, my pussy clenching.
As he repeated the action, taking his time to lower the strap until my breasts were finally exposed, I briefly closed my eyes.
His kisses were hot and wet, the slow drag of his tongue leaving goosebumps popping along my arms and legs.
Every sound he made was deep and guttural, the touch of his fingers like a fire floating freely. The core heat of my body was explosive, my heart thudding against my chest. He rolled his hands over my shoulders, sliding his palms down my back until I felt him unfastening my bra. Once he did, he wasted no time removing the soft lace, barely missing the pool’s edge when he tossed it aside.
His laugh was dark and dangerous, and I held back a moan even as he lowered his head, biting my shoulder. I cocked my head, unable to stop whimpering when he cupped my breasts. His fingers squeezed my nipples, pinching them until the flash of pain was delicious.
I threw my head back, gasping for air as stars floated in front of my eyes, almost matching the ones sparkling in the twilight sky.
He rolled his thumb across my hardened nipples, while shifting my hair from one side of my neck to the other. As he dragged his tongue down the side, I shuddered visibly.
His touch set me on fire and kept me there.
“Finish undressing.” His words were stark and demanding.
Just like the man.
The very ruthless man that I found myself falling hard for. That wasn’t what was supposed to happen. This was supposed to be a business arrangement only. Yet every line had been crossed, every concept of morality lost in the process.
In just a few days.
He challenged me.
He infuriated me.
He aroused me.
The man was everything I shouldn’t want, yet everything I needed. I sensed he’d backed away and I slowly lowered the shorts, taking my thong at the same time. Leaning back, I raked my hands through my hair, still trembling from being outside. With him.
With him.
The two little words played over in my mind several times.
When I turned around, I was given the beautiful sight of his naked body. Buff and gorgeous.
He was enjoying himself, rubbing the flats of his hands up and down his chest.
