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That obsession of his made me focus more on him, too. I found myself wanting to give just as much, if not more than I got. No strings attached. That selflessness amplified everything, because while I reveled in my own pleasure, his also brought me a new and refreshing sense of bliss.
My body hummed just at the sight of him getting off.
His husky voice. His grunts of pleasure. His groans just before he came. And those words. That dirty, dirty mouth of his.
We had barely arrived in Varadero, and my mind was already running off with images of the both of us having fun on every available surface.
Varadero was all about beautiful beaches, blazing sun, warm, salty water, and an incredible resort complete with a private portion of the beach.
“What are you doing?” I squealed once I lost my footing. Matt picked me up in his strong arms, bridal style, just before we entered our room.
“What I should have done the night we got married,” he said with a devilish grin on his face as he carried me inside, slowly laying me on the bed decorated with rose petals. I watched as he walked over to a table, bringing two glasses of champagne before sitting beside me and handing me one. “To our happy ever after, Mrs. Battaglia.”
Matt’s face lit up with a bright white smile that blinded any rational thought I could have. His gray eyes sparkled with what seemed like sincere happiness. I found myself melting under his glare, even against my better judgment, clinking my glass with his. Happy ever after sounded damn good, and if that was what Matt was proposing, who was I to say no?
I couldn’t find a way to reply to that. No smart-ass reply, no witty comment, no sarcastic remark. Nothing.
I could only smile and melt into his eager kiss, sealing my agreement to his statement.
“No, no, no. Hold your horses, Mr.” I giggled, pushing Matt back as he tried to take my dress off. “We have recon to do. I want to go see the rest of the resort and go for a swim.”
“We can do that afterwards,” he insisted, deepening his assault on my neck and pulling the straps of my dress down my shoulder.
It took all the strength I had and an other-worldly amount of self-control to push him back again.
“No, come on. If we start this now, we will never leave this room today,” I whined, trying as hard as I could to keep a frown on my face but falling into giggles as he pinned me beneath his strong body. Matt tickled me until I was out of breath, panting for oxygen and relief from his assault.
“Say you surrender!” He demanded with a smile on his face, laughing more with each of my failed attempts to free myself from his hold.
“NEVER!” I shouted.
“That’s my girl.”
Finally, he stopped, my answer satisfying him as I knew it would. Before I could gather my breath, Matt stole it again with a passionate kiss on my still-laughing lips.
“Let’s order lunch on the beach, and we can stay there the whole day if you like.”
“Sounds perfect,” I replied, with another peck on his lips before bouncing off the bed and heading to our luggage to look for my swimwear.
I grinned when I saw the tiny black thong bikini bottom as a naughty idea crept up in my mind, pulling out a tank top and a loosely flowing skirt to wear. I’d forgo the unessentials today.
We had lunch in the middle of our private stretch of the beach, huge palm trees shading us from the blazing heat. Just as a honeymoon should be, we spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing on the beach, reading, and dozing off.
I was, at least. I could bet an arm that it had been a while since Matt had completely switched off from work and reality, judging by his difficulty in just letting go and enjoying the calmness that surrounded us. It was easy to understand, though. Too much of this peace in the mafia scenery normally meant big trouble was ahead. Like the calm before the storm.
Matt had already swum more than 6 miles during the six or seven times he had left me on the sunbed to go into the ocean. He was restless without anything to do. Having nothing on his mind and no business to attend to was definitely getting to him.
As he came out of the water, I couldn’t stop staring. His beautifully sculptured wet body, shining in the sun, his ripped pecs and abs still tight from the activity, those deep muscle dips on each side of his hips pointing down to Sin City, and a huge, prominent bulge under his shorts.
“I’m married, Miss. Don’t let my wife catch you looking at me like that. You will not survive her jealous wrath.” He faked a serious warning tone.
“Well, we can’t blame her for guarding what is rightfully hers,” I said, with my nose up in the air and an arched brow.
“Oh… now you think I’m yours, do you?”
“I don’t think you’re mine. I know you are. Learn the difference,” I stated with unshakable conviction.
“I am yours.” He grinned, stalking towards me and taking a seat beside me on the sunbed. “All yours. And I’ll be happy to give all of myself to you right now.”
