‘Yes! Yes, yes!’
‘Do you want to come?’
‘Please! Yes!’
‘On the count of three. One. Two… Now!’
I exploded.
Triggering his low, animalistic growl that built until it culminated in ‘Mine!’ as he found his own release.
As I struggled to catch my breath, I heard the echo of his claim in the deranged sprint of my heart.
His. His. His.
My nerves were devouring me alive.
I’d banked on the destination resort having more than a suite or chalet and to my relief, it did. Just about. Because the private two-storey, three-bedroom overwater residence was set apart from the main resort and had two smaller chalets attached, presumably for staff.
And even before I opened my mouth to make my request, I knew I’d have a battle on my hands. But exhaustion was seeping at me, so I had no choice.
‘Something bothering you,bedda?’ Cesare asked. His stare had grown increasingly demanding over the last hour, after a sublime sunset dinner where I wore the tiniest bikini known to man and he wore briefs that broadcasted how turned on he was. The residence faced the sea and his staff had been banished to one of the smaller chalets. ‘Need another ride on my dick?’ he half-joked with a smile that set my heart racing for a different reason.
That addiction he’d talked about on the plane was in no way one-sided. Hell, I feared I was more addicted than he was. Itwould’ve been the most perfect completion to the day to give in, knowing I could fall asleep in his arms after.
But I forced a head shake. ‘No. I mean yeah, but…’ I bit my tongue, cursing my stupid blush as he laughed and rose from his seat. Going to the extensive bar, he mixed another pina colada for me and poured himself another MacCallan 21.
Taking it, I murmured my thanks, then cleared my throat and bit the bullet. ‘I want a separate chalet.’
He froze on his way back to his chair. ‘Over my fucking dead body is that happen?—’
‘That’s my one request, Cesare. I mean it. I know what I agreed to. And it didn’t include me sleeping in your bed twenty-four-seven.’
His eyes narrowed, and that unique way of single-mindedly focusing on me made my pulse skip. ‘Let me get this straight. You’ll jump on my plane with me to the middle of the Indian Ocean, fuck me whenever you please, share meals with me. But you won’t sleep in my fucking bed? Is this some independence thing? Do you turn into a crone at night or something?’
I shrugged. ‘Or something,’ I said, then forced a huff. ‘Look, I don’t like anyone sharing my space for extended periods, all right?’
Something flashed across his face. Like I’d offended him. Upset him. Which was absurd, right?
‘No, not fucking all right. What are you not telling me, Maddelena?’ he murmured, low and seductive, but deadly serious with it.
‘Nothing. It’s just… what I want.’
‘Look at me,’ he commanded.
I forced my gaze up to hold his, praying I passed this test. Because if I didn’t…
Two fingers trailed over my jaw, his face still hard. Over to the centre of my chin before rising to rub over my pursed lips.When he applied a little pressure, I opened up for him. His gaze dropped to watch his fingers slide over my teeth to flick over my tongue.
‘Suck,’ he ordered.
With a helpless moan, I closed my mouth over his digits, sucked on them like they were my favourite dessert.
I barely heard the clunk of his glass as he set it on the table, but I definitely felt the insistent tug of my bikini top as he bared my breast. Caught my nipple between his fingers. And set me on another road to nirvana.
But just when I thought the subject I’d been dreading was over, he kissed the corner of my still-sucking mouth. ‘You’re lying. Tell me the truth, Maddelena,’ he whispered.
I tried to jerk free. The move pulled on my captured nipple, and incredibly, shamefully, sent a fresh wave of need straight between my legs. ‘Uhmm… nnn.’
