“Last night?” I cut in with a smirk. “What happened last night?”
He arches a brow. “Oh, that’s how you’re going to play this?”
I take a long, drawn-out sip of my daiquiri before letting out a heavy sigh and slicing my gaze back toward the ocean. “I haven’t got a clue what you’re talking about,” I murmur. “I remember something happened, but it wasn’t memorable enough to leave a lasting impression.”
“Is that so?”
My gaze shifts back toward him, my smirk getting wider. “Oh yeah. Had better.”
Raiden pushes off the side of the cabana before pulling a string and letting the fabric door fall, closing us in the privacy of the cabana as he steps toward me, his knee pushing between mine on the lounger.
Raiden leans over me, one hand braced against the armrest, his lips skimming past my ear. “You’re a beautiful liar, Kiara St. James,” he murmurs as his fingers find my thigh, slowly skimming up toward my core and sending goose bumps soaring across my skin. My bodyinvoluntarily squirms. “See that, Firecracker? You may not remember fucking me until your legs shook, but your body sure does.”
I turn my head, refusing to meet his eyes as his fingers trail higher and higher. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He smirks, his lips dropping lower and skimming over that sensitive spot below my ear, making me crave everything that he’s got. “I admire how you never allow cold, hard evidence to interfere with your misguided opinions.”
Well shit. Raiden wants to play fire with fire.
“You know,” I say, just as his fingers reach the promised land and firmly cup my pussy, making a sharp gasp burst from my lips as I arch my back off the sunlounger. “You have this nagging tone to your voice that truly makes me appreciate silence.”
He starts grinding the heel of his palm against my core, making my eyelids flutter with pure desperation as I reach up around him and knot my fingers into his hair, holding on for dear life. “You hate the sound of my voice so fucking much that you spend hours on end listening to me through the wall. You can’t get me out of your head, Firecracker. You may hate me, but you’ve never wanted anything so bad in your life.”
My knee comes straight up, pressing against his thick cock, the threat loud and clear. “Careful now, you’re in no position to fuck with me.”
He grins, that cocky ego shining brightly through his gold-speckled gaze. “If only you actually meant it,” he challenges justmoments before moving the fabric of my bikini bottoms aside and sliding two thick fingers straight inside my core, making my body tremble beneath him.
“Oh fuck,” I pant, my fingers tightening in his hair as my strawberry daiquiri is knocked into the sand.
“That’s what I thought, Firecracker,” he murmurs, his lips moving against my neck as his fingers curl inside of me, killing me with the sweetest pleasure. “You can’t resist me, no matter how hard you try.”
“God, I hate you.”
His arm curls around my back, and within the blink of an eye, he’s lying back on the sunlounger as I straddle his hips. “Right back at ya, baby. Now ride me.”
Absolute animalistic need crashes through me, and I scramble for the front of his swim shorts, freeing that redwood cock at the same time that he takes my hips and lifts me just enough to line that girthy monster up. With my bikini bottoms pulled aside, I sink over him, taking everything he’s got as my hands crash down against his chest.
My eyes roll as hot waves of delicious pleasure blast through my veins. “Oh fuuuuck,” I groan as I rock my hips, my walls stretched so tight around him. My legs are already shaking, and as I take exactly what I want from him, his hand comes down in a firm spank against my ass.
“Again,” I pant, and he doesn’t hesitate, the firm spank sending a wicked thrill pulsing through my body.
Raiden’s hand curls around the back of my neck, and he pulls me down against him, his lips crashing against mine and kissing me deeply as my hips work us both to the edge of insanity.
I kiss him back, both of us wildly panting, desperate for more.
“Fuck, Raiden,” I groan against his lips. “This is the last time. You and me. Bad idea.”
“We’ll see about that,” he says, his hand gripping my ass and squeezing tight.
“I mean it,” I grunt, pausing for a moment as I attempt to catch my breath, everything clenching deep within me. “This is a when-in-Rome situation. When we get home, you and me, it never happened. You don’t get to look at me like you know just how fucking good I taste.”
He grins against my lips. “But I do know exactly how fucking good you taste,” he says with a grunt, his other hand skimming up my torso and sending shivers sailing down my spine, “and nothing you say or do is ever going to keep me from wanting more.”
Fuck. Maybe Milan was right. I’m not just in a world of trouble, I truly am delusional. How the hell am I ever going to resist this?
“Don’t fight it, Firecracker,” he continues. “You can hate me all you want. Smack me around if it makes you feel better. Trust me, I’ll like it. But there’s no denying how fucking good this is. You and me. Your body was made for me, and you know it.”
I blow out a breath, my orgasm already building deep inside of me, and as I keep rocking my hips, curling and bouncing on top ofhim, that familiar tightening begins to take hold. I grind my pelvis against him, my clit getting the relief it desperately craves, and as I finally reach that high, everything detonates.
