Max laughed. “Then let’s move faster.”
Crunch.Thump, thump.Crunch.Thump, thump.
Each footstep in the coral sand cut through the pounding of her heart in her ears. Each footstep took her closer to the little cabin where she would finally discover what sex with Max Jensen was like. The thought was making her giddy.
He stepped aside to let her pass when they reached the boardwalk to the cabins.
“My turn to ogle,” he whispered as she slipped past him.
The sultry air between them shifted. He walked close behind her, close enough for his breaths to brush over her skin. She glanced over her shoulder, and he was no longer smiling.
What would this be like? These days were supposed to be about exploring her fantasies, things she might never explore again, but right now, all she could think of was one thing. Max naked. That alone was her fantasy.
The resort’s pool area was still and empty. The palm trees rustled between the clusters of little white modern wooden cabins. Everything else was quiet, the pool in the center of the resort’s little self-contained suites undisturbed. No one was here, and the erotic sound of Max’s breaths rang in her ears. He wasn’t touching her, but she was hyper-aware of him, so close behind.
Max dropped her flippers and mask in the basket, and she shimmied out of the bottom half of her wet suit. He leaned against the wall next to the door, his hands in his pockets. When she lifted her gaze to his, he flashed her a smile.
“Don’t mind me,” he said, his voice lazy and sensual as his gaze wandered down her body. “Just enjoying the afternoon view.”
“Good to know,” she said with a laugh.
Getting out of a wet suit wasn’t the most graceful process, so she shut out Max’s stare and concentrated on not falling over. Natasha tugged the last leg of the suit over her ankle and headed for the outdoor showers to rinse off. Max was impossible to ignore completely, so she took her time, letting the water cool her body. She had spent plenty of evenings sneaking glimpses at him over the years. He could be the one who stared this time.
She dried off with one of the towels stacked near the pool, hung up her wet suit and returned to the door of their cabin. “Ready?”
He gave a little nod and pushed off the building. The door clicked open, but he waited for her to enter. She wiped her feet on the rug just inside, and the door closed. Her breaths were coming faster, and a shiver ran through her that had nothing to do with being cold. This was it.
Slowly, Natasha raised her gaze. Max peeled off his sunglasses and laid them on the foyer table, but his eyes never left hers. He was staring at her with a kind of raw hunger that was new, different. He took a step toward her, a hot, intense fire alive inside his sky-blue eyes.
His hand was warm as he brushed it over her cheek and ran his thumb along her lips. His thumb moved lower, down her throat, over her collar bone. She was still wet, and his fingers glided over her skin, through the paths of water. He traced the edges of her bikini, slipping his fingers under the material. Natasha sucked in a breath. Her fingers trembled as she reached up to touch the smooth ridges of his stomach. He let out a soft groan.
“Let’s move to my bedroom.” His voice, smooth and deep, his gaze and his smile were all a trifecta of sexiness that hit her deep in the gut. It was no wonder that women fell all over themselves to get his attention.
She cleared her throat, trying to ignore the heart-stopping intimacy that was building around them. “Ready for some experimentation?”
Max nodded. “Always.”
She followed him into his room and he threw a towel on the bed before sitting.
“You have any specific plans for us?” he asked.
Natasha sat down next to him, and he scooted closer. She cleared her throat, trying to concentrate. “How much time do you need for recovery?”
He raised his eyebrows. “You mean between rounds of sex?”
“Yes.”
She was almost sure he was fighting a smile. “You know, I’ve never actually timed it.”
He rested his hand on her thigh, caressing with slow explorations. Her eyes fluttered closed. His touch was warm, and her breath caught with each new movement.
“It varies,” he continued, his voice a little rougher. “But I’m pretty sure it won’t be long today.” His smile was infectious, and she found herself smiling back.
“I’m just trying to get a sense of how much we have time for,” she said, fighting to keep her voice even. Natasha took a steadying breath. This was indulgence with an expiration date. No danger in that. That sexy grin played on his lips again. Indulgence, personified.
“What exactly do you plan to do with me?” he asked slowly, his voice full of amusement. “What do you like?”
She shrugged and gave him a mischievous smile. “I’m not sure where to start.”
