“We should give them a glimpse of what we’ve been doing all day.”
I lean back on my palms and smirk at her in the moonlight. She still hasn’t answered my request, but this reaction is promising.
“Am I to assume you’re turned on by the idea of being watched?”
Heaven rocks her jean-clad crotch against me and makes me tingle. “YOU turn me on.” She removes my hair tie and slides it onto her wrist; she fingers my hair as she continues, “Being watched is a bonus.”
I don’t say anything, but I allow her to continue exploring. Her palm slides down my face and pauses as her thumb caresses my beard.
“I can’t stop touching you.” Her confession makes my heart thud in my chest. “It’s like my body craves being close to yours.”
I lie back on my elbows, giving her complete access. She nuzzles my neck and breathes in my scent. It reminds me of her observation when I’d donned cologne in Hawaii. She likes my natural scent.
I suck in a breath when her hand travels up under my shirt to caress my abdomen. I’m instantly glad she used her clothing as a shield to ward off sex. I’m so hungry for her, the paps would have had hundreds of pictures of my bare ass because I would have taken her on the beach if she’d worn anything easy access.
Instead, I follow her lead to see how far she’ll take it.
“Damn you, Axel. Your body is so damn irresistible. I should be tired.Weshould be tired, yet I’m wet enough to solve droughts.”
I’m horny as hell, but I laugh at her statement.
“So, you’re saying I could drown if I go down on you right now?”
“Maybe, but I’d be very appreciative.”
Her last words are said against my lips. I know exactly how she feels because I’m suffering from the same affliction. I want to touch and taste her to the point of distraction. I’d probably given the okay for all my employees to purchase jet skis for all I know because my mind was not focused on work since her arrival. All I wanted was to be with her, and when she’d sent me the pictures of her lying half-naked in my bed, Allie had to yell at me to get my attention.
My mind shifts to Allie briefly. Now that I think about it, she’d been testy all day. I don’t know what’s bothering her, but she hasn’t been herself. When she wasn’t being noncommittal, she was being short. I’d ignored it because I don’t want to give her shit for having one bad day since she’s been the model employee for years. I don’t like it, but I fear that I will need to have a sit-down with her if her behavior is the same tomorrow. I am her boss at the end of the day, and she can’t just talk to me however she wants because she’s hormonal or whatever.
I moan when Heaven’s tongue teases my lips and successfully pulls me back into the present.What’s up with the crazy chemistry we’ve had from the moment we met?I take her mouth as I push myself back into a fully upright position. Her supple breasts press against my chest. I grunt when she grinds on me again.
I entwine my fingers in her straight hair at the base for her skull.
“Haven’t you been told you shouldn’t touch a black woman’s hair?” she teases before nipping my bottom lip.
“If you don’t want your hair touched, you shouldn’t fuck a white man,” I warn with a tug to her hair. Her head falls back just like I calculated. I attack her neck and collarbone through her irritating shirt.
She squirms and pants. “Be happy it’s my real hair. You would have been holding a wig otherwise.”
I laugh against her neck. “I would still hit it.”
“We need to pace ourselves. We cannot have this much activity every day,” she moans.
I pull back and look her in the eyes. “Does that mean you accept?”
The moon picks up a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. “Before I’d even gotten on the plane you’d promised fucking and spoiling…”
“I did,” I agree.
“Now, you’re asking me to stay in paradise for about seven weeks where I can continue to collect on the first promise…”
“Definitely,” I confirm.
Heaven taps her sexy lips with her finger as if she’s in deep thought. “What to do? Stay in Cali in a sick-ass Malibu beach house with a super sexy, apparently rich, surf mogul, who looks and fucks like a Norse god or go back to my apartment in Houston and probably melt because it’s hotter than hell…” She smirks at me. “What should I do, Thor?”
I reign in my excitement; we are in strict negotiations after all. “It’s nice and breezy on the beach all summer long…”
“Honestly, I think your real problem will be getting me to leave…”
