Ziros
She’s wearing it again.
The little metallic bikini I love so much.
Although—it’s more what’sunderthe bikini that I love so much.
And I make no secret of my feelings, watching her hips sway as she walks, climbing up over the lip of the hot tub and settling down on the seat inside. Arms stretched out along the lip where she sits across from me.
I want her.
I always want her.
Dammit, it’s like a disease. A constant pull.
One I don’t want to fight.
The wind picks up, carrying her scent through the air, and suddenly she’s all I can sense. I stand up before I can stopmyself, and I’m on her in an instant, pinning her to the other side of the tub.
One hand behind her head, I draw her up toward me, kissing her jaw, loving the soft, excited little gasp she lets out in response.
The points of my teeth give way to fangs as I press my mouth to her neck, waiting, forcing myself not to bite down.
Not just yet.
All I can hear is her blood pounding behind my ears, the siren song calling to me louder than the crashing of the surf all around us and the wind picking up above.
“Zi—” she starts, and maybe she stops because she remembers we’re not fully in private. Or maybe it’s because I choose that moment to bite down.
And her word fades into a beautiful gasp, moaning as she wraps her arms around my waist, pulling me down onto her.
Suddenly, as much as I love that little gold bikini, I wish she wasn’t wearing it.
I want nothing at all to stand between us.
It takes all my self-control to pull away from her neck, from her blood. Watching her face for some sign of what she wants, but she’s got her eyes closed, a strange, serene, beautiful, hungry expression.
Finally, her eyes snap open.
“You stopped,” she pants, gazing up at me.
As if she’s frustrated.
And that only makes me want her more.
I smirk.
“Sure did. And you’d better believe it took every damn ounce of restraint I’ve got.”
“Well, then.” She tosses her hair. “Don’t restrain yourself on my account.”
And I love the casual confidence in the way she smiles so coyly at me. She’s bold and beautiful, and I only want her more.
Taking her jaw in one hand, I tilt her chin up, exposing the length of her neck as I lean in, letting my breath trail back across her skin.
“I just had to be sure.”
Sure that she wanted this.
