He climbed onto the bed and propped a pillow against the headboard to lean on. He settled his hand on his cock and gave her a wide smile. “Keep going.”
“Just waiting until you’re comfortable,” she said, her gaze on the fist that was making him extra content. He laughed, low and warm.
But as she reached for the ties of her bottoms, his eyes sparked hotter. She tugged the sides loose. He played with his cock as he watched her, unhurried, a smile playing at his lips. As she stepped out of them, he gave himself a stroke.
“I’ve been waiting for this since your little striptease back in Sydney,” he said, his voice even lower. He shook his head slowly, smiling. “Goddamn.”
She climbed onto the bed, and he guided her between his legs, facing away from him. He eased her back against his chest, skin against skin.
The position was somehow more intimate than sexual, despite his thick cock pressing against her back, and it got her thinking that there would be others after her, probably many others. Maybe he would even be serious about a woman someday. Maybe today would be a story he’d tell another woman when they discussed past sexual encounters.
Oooh, Nat, be careful.
Where was this idea coming from? It shouldn’t bother her, but it did. They were just having a few days of fun. But with his sexy allure and easy charm, a guy like Max was so easy to fall for.
Ugh. Why couldn’t she let go and enjoy herself for once?
Still, they were here on his bed. Even if these days on Green Island weren’t leading anywhere, she wanted to keep them...private. It would be a lot easier to relax if she just put it out there.
“Can I ask a favor, Max? I’d like for the details of what happens here on the island to stay between us,” she said softly. “Forever, I mean. Even when you’re married to some princess in a foreign land—”
“That’s not going to happen, Natasha,” he interrupted.
“Fine. But wherever we end up, I’d like to have this island fling just for us.”
His chest stopped its easy in and out rhythm. The hand that had been playing with her hair stilled. He didn’t answer. What was going through his mind?
“I’m not embarrassed, Max,” she added, turning to him. “That’s not why I’m asking.”
His blue eyes were dark and serious. In fact, she had never seen him look so serious. Then he reached for one of her hands and laced his fingers with hers.
“I can do that, Natasha,” he said quietly. “I promise.”
She bit her lip. “I did it again. I didn’t mean to get so—”
“Personal?” The corners of his mouth quirked up. “Natasha, we’re naked. My cock is a fucking rock right now, and we’re about to get more intimate than we’ve ever been. How the hell is this not personal?”
She sighed. “You know what I mean. We’re...”
She gestured for him to finish her sentence. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. Why was he being so obtuse?
“We’re exploring,” he finally said, his breath in her hair. “What should we try first?”
