He stepped left, and so did I. He gave me a dark smile?his cock hard and heavy, ready to nail me.
“You look as if you need some relief,” I said, nodding in the direction of the beast between his legs.
“And you’re going to give it to me.” He took his cock in his hand and stroked himself deliberately. “Or maybe I’ll sort myself out and you can watch.”
I’d bitten my lip as the vision of the scenario popped into my head. Without a word, I’d walked to the arm of the sofa and bent over so I was exposed with my ass in the air.
“My sexy wench wants some action then,” he stated.
Ivan appeared behind me, leaning his erection against my butt cheeks, grinding softly. He ran a single finger inside the waistband of my briefs across my back.
“You’re stunning,” he whispered. My insides tightened in anticipation.
Nimble fingers untied the sides and let the feeble material fall to the floor. His hands snaked around my waist, one moving lower until it was between my legs, the other lifted to my stomach. His finger explored my skin until he found the sweet spot, massaging gently.
I spread my legs wider to give him better access. There I was, bent over the arm of a sofa between his hands and his cock, waiting patiently for him to fuck me. It was the happiest I’d been in months.
Now, we’re lying on soft pillows on the beach with the azure sea lapping against the white sand. He fell asleep a while ago, and I’m propped up on my elbow, looking down at him.
I find it hard to believe I used to despise him. He’s not the hard-nosed bastard I thought he was. As we’ve gotten to know each other better, his defenses have dropped. He let me in a little bit more.
Then he laid his heart on the line and asked me not to break it. I’d been surprised by his admission. His vulnerability had been clear. Both elation and fear had reared their heads within me.
I rest my lips against the skin of his shoulder. “Please don’t break my heart either,” I whisper. “I’m not sure I could survive another betrayal.” He doesn’t respond, still sleeping.
I take the opportunity to tell him what I’ve been wanting to but haven’t built up the courage to say yet.
“This is all so unexpected. You, me, and what we have. Every day I’m falling for you a little bit more, but I’m frightened to tell you.” I sigh softly, ashamed of my inability to say this when he’s awake. “Part of me wants to grab us with both hands andnever let go. Another part insists that no one will ever tame Ivan Harley fully. Your reputation precedes you. I can’t be thrown to the side again. I need to be sure. My heart and sanity won’t take another loss.”
My phone rings, and he stirs. I look at the screen, and the name Lance flashes.
“Hello,” I answer. “How is Katie? Has she woken up yet?” My questions tumble from me, desperate for information.
“She’s not woken yet, but the doctors are happy with her progress,” he replies, sounding composed. “They’re hoping she will soon. I’ll let you know as soon as she does. Go and enjoy your holiday. I better go.” He disconnects the call.
When I turn back to Ivan, eyes sharp as the sea under sunlight are fixed on me. Butterflies dance in my stomach as electricity prickles my skin. This man has such a carnal effect on me.
“Was that Lance?” he asks, and I nod. “What did he say?”
“No real change, but the doctors are hoping she’ll wake up soon.”
“Good,” he says, sitting up, taking my phone and placing it beside us on the bed. He lifts his palm to my face and strokes his thumb across my cheek. “You really are the most beautiful woman. I want to do something special for you this evening. Spoil you.”
“More special than bringing me here?”
He nods, flashing me a sexy smile. “It’s a surprise. Be ready for dinner at eight.”
“Where are you going?” I ask as he stands. He turns to face me and taps the side of his nose with his finger.
“That’s for me to know, and for you to be incredibly impressed when you find out. Just be ready for dinner at eight.”
“What should I wear?”
“Anything you want or nothing at all. Trust me, I don’t care as long as you’re there. I plan to have you naked later, anyway.”Ivan never returns that afternoon after leaving the house. I wonder what he’s up to. The soft floral dress I’m wearing hugs my frame then fans out from my hips, finishing just above my knees. The sweetheart neckline is cut low, fully exposing the tops of my breasts.
I slip my feet into my wedges and reapply another coat of candy-pink lipstick. My hair hangs in loose curls down my back.
The radio playing masks the sound of him entering the room. When I look over, he’s standing in the doorway watching me, one arm resting against the stone. A smile plays on his lips.
