“Right,” she says, snapping her fingers. “George Clooney. So what does government-grade encryption even mean?”
I wonder how much I should tell her. Sometimes I can get too technical and people get a glazed over look in their eyesas I ramble on. I can tell she’s quick and smart, so I give her the medium level explanation.
“It means I built the software that keeps government lines of communication secure. They can talk online without the rest of the world eavesdropping on them.”
“Wow,” she whispers as her eyes float up to my forehead. “That must be quite the big brain you got in there. I’m impressed.”
“It’s all just lines of code up there,” I say with a grin and a shrug. But all of that is quickly getting pushed out of the way to make room for my new obsession. I can’t get over this girl.
I’ve had so many women throwing themselves at me, every kind from all different places, but no one has sparked something inside me like Maya has. I can see the warmth in her. The humor. The loyalty. I can see myself marrying her. I’m already picturing the ring I’m going to buy her.
“You’re too modest,” she says, stopping to pick up a shell. She turns it in her fingers, looking at it as I look at her. “I think it’s amazing what you’ve accomplished. But I just want you to know…”
“What?” I say in a low voice, trying to urge her to say what’s on her mind.
She sighs as she looks up from the shell and hits me with that devastating gaze. I feel it rocking me in my core and grabbing a hold of me.
“I just want you to know,” she repeats. “Thatthatis not why I’m here.”
“You’re trying to say you’re not a gold digger?”
“I’m not,” she says fiercely. “That hasnevermattered to me. If I’m with a person, I’m with the person. It has nothing to do with what’s in their bank account.”
“Good, because I have about forty bank accounts in twelve different countries,” I say with a laugh.
She rolls her eyes and playfully smacks my shoulder. “You know what I mean.”
“I do,” I say, stepping forward and closing the distancebetween us. Those eyes drop to my mouth as I take her in my arms and slowly lean in to kiss her. “Whatever the reason, I’m glad you’re here.”
My open hand slides onto her warm lower back as I kiss her slow and steady, deep and passionate. Her hand curls against my chest as I pull her closer, kissing her harder. She tastes so damn good. I can’t get enough. She opens her mouth wider, sliding her tongue along mine. The desperation and intensity increases with every steamy second our lips are locked together.
Even the waves pick up, coming in stronger and faster like the planet is urging us on and feeling our passion. She’s incredible. She tastes like salt and sunshine, sweet and intoxicating all at once.
Her fingers brush the back of my neck, and every nerve in my body lights up. I pull her closer until there’s no space left between us—just her curves, her soft breasts pressed against me, the soft moaning sound she makes when my tongue grazes hers.
I’m rock hard and she knows it. There’s no hiding my arousal.
I hear her moan when she presses her stomach against it, teasing me,killingme. Turning me on like never before.
A breeze hits our warm sweaty skin, tossing strands of her hair into my face, and she laughs against my mouth. That beautiful laugh slays me—it’s pure, joyful, the sound of everything I didn’t know I was missing.
I deepen the kiss, slow and hungry, feeling the world tilt around us. The waves roll in higher, the water curling around our ankles, cool against the heat of our skin.
“Drinks,” someone calls out from the distance.
I sigh when Maya pulls away from me like she was just caught doing something naughty. Her face is flushed, her hair looking wild and electric in the breeze. I catch a glimpse of her hard nipples pushing out against her bikini top and I nearly pass out.
My girl gives me a sexy little look and then runs into the water, splashing and laughing before diving into the turquoise ocean.
“Where should I put them?” the waiter asks.
I want to tell him where he can put them, but I sigh and point to the pool. “On the bar,” I call out.
He sets up the mixed drinks and bottle of champagne on the bar as my cock aches so hard it hurts.
“Would you be requiring anything else?” he calls out.
“Privacy,” I snap. “I don’t want anyone returning unless we call them.”
