His rich brown eyes flickered. Damn Lucas.
He brought her hand to his lips, and kissed her knuckles. “Our world keeps getting smaller, doesn’t it meu amor? Sometimes, it feels like we’re the only ones there.”
It does! She sucked in a breath, then let it out slowly, afraid she wouldn’t keep up with her own breathing.
“That’s wonderful,” Carlos said, pulling them from the cloud of awareness. “Maybe time at the resort will cement your relationship even more.”
“Of course. Makes me wonder though… it’s such a nice facility. I’m surprised you’re interested in selling it,” Lucas said.
Carlos shifted in his seat. “As you must know, my ex wife took me to the cleaners last year during our divorce. I have to make some hard decisions and consolidate my assets.”
Though Lucas nodded, Crystal gave him a sideway glance and just knew he wasn’t buying it. Frankly, neither was she. Why would the man sell a place that could return his investment tenfold if he addressed whatever issues they were having?
“A man like you though, has the time and stamina to take this place on,” Marcela said.
“Are you saying I don’t have stamina, my love?” Carlos asked amusingly.
“No, meu querido.” Marcela batted her eyelashes and squeezed her husband’s arm. “I just meant Lucas doesn’t have a greedy ex wife, grown children or a current wife to worry about. So he’s got more time to invest in a property like this.”
“That’s true,” Carlos said. “Maybe you’re interested? Since you paid us this lovely visit.”
“We’re actually celebrating our third month together. A little anniversary trip,” Crystal said, winking at him. Something in her gut told her there was a reason behind the sale of the resort.
“Nice. Three months, huh?” Marcela said.
Lucas stroked her cheek, and her flesh sizzled under his touch. “Seems like it all started yesterday,” he said, and she didn’t miss the spark in his eyes. “Doesn’t it, my love?” he said, amusement lacing his voice. The desire simmering in the depths of his irises remained, and her chest rose and fall, her hardening nipples strained against the lacy bra.
Another purchase from their outing together.
Another mistake.
How hypocritical was she? She’d always criticized her mother for focusing on her looks and believing meaningless flings meant more than what they meant. Am I doing the same? No, she added inwardly. She clenched her thighs together, trying hard to suppress the throb in between them.
She needed to splash some cold water on her face and clear her head. “Excuse me,” she said, getting to her feet abruptly. “I need to use the restroom,” she added, forcing a smile, without looking at Lucas.
She walked through the restaurant, registering the occupied tables filled with good-looking people from all ages who seemed to be having a much better time than her. She found her way into the dim lit hallway. Two different doors led to the male and female’s restrooms. She opened the door, and touched the black granite counter for support. A couple of women spoke to each other in Portuguese as they exited the area, leaving her alone.
A number of travel size toiletries crowded a bowl next to the sink. The place smelled like vanilla, the opulence of the ambience matching the luxurious restaurant interior.
Crystal turned on the tap and washed her hands, ready to splash some cold water on her neck to ease down her ardor. She tapped some water on her neck, and looked at herself in the mirror, inhaling. Closing the tap tight, she let out the air and hoped some of her overwhelming desire for Lucas would follow suit.
“Hiding?” she heard his voice, and almost jumped. He locked the door behind him, and walked up to her.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, finding it hard to breathe.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, closing the gap between them.
Oh, no. He dipped his head, his mouth within inches of hers. She reached behind her on the edge of the counter, gripping it. Heat coiled very low in her belly, her nipples hardening at the nearness of him. Her lips parted before she willed her brain to work, and she found herself swaying toward him, leaning into him.
Lucas caught her lips in his with hunger, and she didn’t deny him. She linked her arms around him, gluing her body to his. Her mind and common sense deserted her, and she decided to play along, too aroused to be combative.
He thrust his tongue into her mouth, teasing, claiming, punishing. She kept trying to catch up to his passionate dynamic, working her own tongue and lips, but always fell short. He lifted her onto the countertop, and she wrapped her legs around him, the pulse in her pussy begging for more.
Lucas slid his hand down her dress, his fingers caressing her. Heat seeped through the fabric, and inside she burned for his touch. She arched toward him, wanted to give herself to him more than anything she’d ever wanted.
He disengaged from her mouth, tracing a sinful path down her cheeks and jaw. She moaned, already missing his greedy kisses. Groaning, he lowered the straps of her dress, and her breasts bounced free, feeling a lot heavier and fuller than they actually were. He lowered himself, his tongue lapping at her taut nipple, causing tingles to shoot up and down her body. She reveled in the warm sensation, her pussy so soaking wet she was pretty sure she needed her underwear off.
He cupped the other breast, sucking it eagerly. Then, he glided his hand between her legs, making her whimper. He slipped two fingers into her underwear, and soon after, into the drenching wet spot that needed, craved his attention. And the release it would bring.
“Yes,” she hissed, egging him on.
She lowered one hand down his shoulder and pecs, her fingers trembling at the contact of his hard muscles. When she reached his belt, she unbuckled it, without much finesse, and slipped her hand into his pants and underwear.
She felt his shudder when she palmed his warm, large, hard cock. Smiling, she stroked up and down his length. In retaliation, he added another finger into her pussy, and she had to bite her lower lip to keep from shouting. It’s like he knew exactly where to touch her… He continued the teasing, upping his rhythm until she could no longer take the sweet agony and came, gasping, her body shaking.
She wanted to make him come, too. But he gripped her wrist and disengaged her from his dick, saying, “Turn around. It’s time to fuck.”
Every part of her tingled and throbbed. It was time to fuck alright.
