Her knee gave out.
“I got you.” He caught her before she could hit the sand, cradling her against his chest and staring down into her pretty face.
Her cheeks were red from ecstasy. Her pulse fluttered in her throat so rapidly he was reminded of a hummingbird’s wings.
Hooking an arm behind her knees, he stood and waded into the ocean.
“Spiro,” she panted. “Put me down. I’m too heavy. Your bruised knee—”
“Hush, woman,” he told her. “All I’m feeling right now is pleasure.”
The water was cool without being cold. It was a welcome reprieve when it lapped at his balls and slipped over his heated shaft.
“Wow.” She shook her head as if words failed her. “That was...” She shook her head again.
“Yeah.” He knew the smile he wore was more than a little wicked. “And we’re only getting started. Just you wait.”
Chapter 18
7:19 PM...
Mia welcomed the embrace of the ocean when Romeo released her legs and lowered her until her bare toes touched the sandy bottom.
The water slithered over her heated, still-throbbing sex. The waves lapped at the undersides of her breasts, occasionally leaping up to tickle her nipples. And Romeo’s flesh against hers was a hot counterpoint to the coolness of the liquid.
God, what just happened to me?she wondered dazedly.
But, of course, she knew the answer.
Romeohad happened to her.
Everywhere he’d touched had made her writhe with bliss. Everywhere he’d rubbed that wonderfully erotic goatee had made her beg for more. Everywhere he’d kissed had made her moan and arch into his mouth.
She wasn’t sure if it’d taken him seconds or minutes to send her flying over the edge. All she knew was that the need for release had grown until her whole body had become a snarl of raw, hungry nerve-endings.
And her orgasm?
It’d been earth-shattering. Seriously, she’d felt the ground shift beneath her. Which was why she’d fallen into his waiting arms.
When she lifted her eyes now, she discovered his gaze fixed on her breasts. There was no mistaking the hunger of his expression.
She couldn’t fathom it, but when he looked at her, he didn’t see where she was lacking.
All he saw was beauty.
And, miraculously, with him all shefeltwas beautiful.
Beautiful and a little bit wicked.
“Your turn.” She reached down to grab the long, hard erection that brushed her hip.
Even though she’d gotten a good look at it when he stripped in front of her—so straight and thick, with a nice, broad head. And even though she’d felt it throbbing against her belly when she was pressed tight against him.Nothinghad prepared her for the feel of him in her hands.
He was as hard as a rock. As big around as her wrist. And so hot he nearly burned the palm of her hand.
“Mia...” Her name on his lips was the most perfect sound she’d ever heard as she rubbed her fingertips over his shaft, from the base to the tip, mapping every vein along the way.
She was surprised, and more than a little delighted, when his whole body quivered. That she could make a big, strong man like him—a man with so much experience in this area—tremble was incredibly empowering.
