It groans in protest, and then gives, swinging open with a creak. Fortunately, both Alain and Lino are too far to hear it. I peek inside the kiosk. As my eyes adjust, I can see a counter beneath the shuttered hatch. A chair. Shelves stocked with overpriced sunscreen and snacks. That’s it.
“Nothing dangerous or creepy,” I say to Laura. “It’s safe to go in.”
She steps across the threshold. I follow her inside and pull the door shut behind me. The space is cramped, which leaves us little choice but to stand closer together. Lightning flashes again outside, briefly illuminating the narrow gap between us. I turn my phone flashlight on, dim it, and place the device on the counter.
Laura’s wet dress is still clinging to her seductive curves. If anything, her nipples seem even more erect than before.
I really must stop ogling her.
Hiding in here was a bad idea.
She points down to the wooden floor. “You’re still dripping.”
“So are you,” I retort.
“Maybe we should take off our wet clothes.”
Did she really say that, or is my imagination playing a trick on me?
While I stare at her, not daring to speak or move, she looks down at her hands, fiddles with the hem of her dress, then lifts her eyes back up at me. There’s a mixture of anticipation and apprehensiveness in her dark gaze, a cocktail of desire and timidity that’s absolutely intoxicating.
I’m still frozen, fighting the urge to brush her damp hair back from her face and kiss her. It’s not that I have any doubts as to what’s on her mind. She’s made it clear. Why else would she stand so close to me, and say those provocative words?
To make fun of me if I take the bait?Then maybe I should teach her a lesson about taunting me. Maybe I should tease her back, get her all sexed up and begging for it, and then walk away…
As appealing as the idea is, it won’t work. I want her too much. The slightest caress—and it’s game over for me.
She tips her face upward. “Kiss me.”
“Laura…” I take a careful breath. “If we kiss, then I’m not stopping. I won’t be able to.”
We lock eyes—and hold. Slowly, she reaches behind her back, unzips her soaked dress and slides it off. I watch it puddle around her feet, mesmerized. In the faint light provided by my phone, her smooth skin glistens with rainwater as she exhales a shaky breath.
God help me.
She unfastens the clasp of her lacy bra. It flies to the chair, revealing two full, pear-shaped breasts that are every bit as perfect as I imagined. It’s the coup de grâce.
My heart racing, I step closer and eat her up with my hungry eyes. And then, suddenly, there’s no more distance between us. I’m crowding her space. My mouth comes down on hers. My feverish, insatiable hands are all over her face, shoulders and breasts. I explore every inch of her upper body, stroke her flesh, squeeze and fondle it…
So soft, so yielding!
Her nipples are the only exception. They harden even more under my touch. That reaction alone would’ve been enough to set my blood on fire. But when I bend down and pull one into my mouth, while rubbing the other one, she lets loose a long, staggered sigh of pleasure.
And I’m done for. Goodbye, swift and painless annulment! I’m not as strong-willed as I thought.
Laura Yang, I’m fucking you tonight.
CHAPTER TWENTY
ANTOINE
Ineed more. I’m desperate for the feel of her silky skin against mine, of those gorgeous breasts against my bare chest… Kissing her is no longer enough. I need all of her in direct physical contact with all of me.Now.
I reach for my shirt. Laura watches my hands, and I watch her eyes. Each button undone brings such joy to her face that I overcome my urgency and slow down. A utilitarian task that should take no more than ten seconds becomes a deliberate exercise in seduction.
She seems to appreciate my self-sacrifice, and that’s all the reward I need.
As the last button gives way, my shirt falls open. I peel the ugly stretchy garment off. She gawks at my muscular arms, chest, and abs. Her hands are a little shaky as she touches me. She begins to stroke my chest, tracing the lines of my muscles. Her eyelids flutter down. With a blissful look on her face, she takes the time to feel the firm flesh under her fingers, to revel in the sensations it provides her.
