That wasn’t a tender kind of torture. That was pure torture. Period.
It was taking everything he had not to pop the buttons on his fly, take out his raging cock, and plunge into her until he was seated to the hilt in all her tight, slick heat.
His need for her was immense. Bigger than he’d ever known. Deeper than he’d ever dreamed. Hotter than even his wildest fantasies.
Every time he kissed her, her lips grew sweeter, greedier, more irresistible. And he thought he might go on kissing her forever. Except...
As talented as her mouth was, he was impatient to explore the rest of her. To see if her neck tasted as sweet as it smelled. To see if the skin over her shoulders felt as soft against his lips as it looked. To press his tongue against her pulse point and feel if her heart raced as quickly as his did.
Releasing her lips with a desperate moan, he left a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down the length of her neck. She tasted evensweeterthan she smelled. She tasted like sunshine and some head spinning combination of flowers and fresh fruit andwoman.
Her unique flavor on his tongue was enough to have the fire inside him growing hotter. But when he clamped his lips around her pulse point and she gasped his name? “Spiro!” Well,thatwas a bucket of kerosene tossed onto the flames.
His responding growl was low and possessive-sounding. The animal she brought out in him had risen to the surface, and the beast wasn’t satisfied with simply claiming her mouth or her stubborn little jaw or her sweet-tasting neck. The beast wantedallof her.
Every. Single. Inch.
And he wanted it fast and hard and dirty. He wanted it raw and rough and so very raunchy that evenRomeowas shocked by its vehemence. By the desperately explicit images that bloomed to life inside his head.
He had to reassure the animal that all of that would come later. Fuckin’-A, it would. But this first time? This first time, he wanted slow and tender and...most importantly...thorough.
Oh, so thorough.
But in order to make surehewas the one in charge and not the beast, he needed to slow things down.Waydown. Because he could tell by the urgency of Mia’s hips moving over him, by the erotic sound that came from the back of her throat—a sound that was part moan, part groan, and all sexy seduction—that she was hell-bent on rubbing herself to completion.
And about to take me with her.
Truly, his cockachedwith the need for release, and he was so hard he could feel himself stretching his skin to its limits. His balls had pulled up high and tight against his body in preparation for orgasm.
Pulling back from her oh-so-delicious neck, he cupped her face with both hands. “Mia... Slow down,cariña.There’s no rush.”
She lifted her lids and he saw her golden eyes were silvered by the starlight. The desire shining in them, combined with the soft temptation of her passion-swollen lips, was everything he’d ever dreamed of.
And more.
“Come for a swim with me,” he coaxed. “I’ve watched you in the water at the dive site so many times. And each time I’ve wished you were naked. Wished I could see the sunlight glowing on your skin. Wished I could watch the waves lap hungrily at this part of you...” He flexed his hips in demonstration, rubbing his hardness against her. “Wished I could watch your nipples pucker the moment your breasts touched the surface.”
Plus, he needed a dip to cool his ardor. He was seconds away from tossing all his long-held plans for a slow, thorough seduction right out the window and, instead, doing what the animal inside him wanted.
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, grinning a seductress’s grin. “The sun sank a while ago. I don’t think it’s possible for it to glow on my skin.”
“Starlight works just as well,” he assured her. “Better even.”
He saw the hesitation in her eyes. Saw how the thought of stripping naked in front of him made her nervous.
Thanks to her damned mother, who’d filled her head with perceived flaws, she truly had no idea just how abso-fucking-lutelygorgeousshe was.
He planned to remedy that. To show her what he saw when he looked at her.
Pure perfection.
“I’ll go first.” He quickly whipped his shirt over his head before she could think to argue.
It was one-hundred percent agony lifting her off his lap and setting her aside on the log, but he managed it so he could stand. And if she’d had any doubts just howbadlyhe wanted her, she didn’t after that. Because his jeans rode low on his hips and the head of his cock poked above his waistband.
Her breath hitched. Her eyes flew wide. He could see her pulse hammering in her throat.
“Mmm.” He nodded. “See what you do to me,cariña?”
