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“I understand.” He watched her closely. “I think we have a lot in common.”
“I doubt that,” she replied. “But I can’t allow myself to watch my life go by. If I died tomorrow, I wouldn’t want to regret my decisions.”
There was something utterly charming about her. Something disarming, too. He normally went around with a shell covering him, an impenetrable barrier that caused people to bounce off him and change their course. But not her. She was so absolutely open. Too open.
It would hurt her one day, if she wasn’t careful.
He found himself being dragged to the pool as if by some invisible force. He wanted this too, far more than he’d wanted anything for a long time. And lust was starting to override his usual suspicions. Perhaps what she said was the truth: she was here to have a good time. Let down her hair.
In the water, their height difference was erased. She swam over to him and grasped his shoulders.
“Will you please kiss me?” she asked. “I’m already far enough out of my comfort zone, and I’m quickly running out of moves. And I’m so nervous I might start spouting facts again.”
He threw his head back and laughed. Genuinely. For the first time in what felt like forever.
“How could I possibly refuse, when you make such an enticing offer?” He snaked a hand around her waist and dragged her close. She couldn’t quite touch the bottom here, but he could. The soles of his feet were planted firmly against the blue tile. So he moved them to the side of the pool, pinning her against the wall.
Sunlight bounced off her hair, turning the edges a deep, burning-brick shade. Her hips brushed against his as she kicked, keeping herself afloat and him on the edge of insanity.
“You really want me to kiss you, Bianca?” Her false name was the last thing between them. But now he understood why she’d chosen it. She was trying something new, pushing herself out of her comfort zone.
They were simply two people wanting to find escape in one another.
“Yes. Now, please.”
He lowered his head to hers, brushing his lips over her mouth in the briefest whisper of a kiss. “Like that?”
She shook her head. “Not like that.”
This time their kiss was deeper. He used his tongue, gliding it against hers while he slowly devoured her. The sun beat down on his back and shoulders, a contrast to the cool water lapping at his body. He found that contrast in her, too. The fierceness in her grip against the soft fullness of her body. The gentle moan in the back of her throat against the increasing pressure of her kiss.
“Like that?” he asked.
“More.” She bit down on her lip, her eyes black and wide. “I want you to love me, Nico.”
“I don’t do love.”
“Not that kind of love.” Her cheeks flushed, and she lowered her gaze, shielding herself with water-coated lashes. The droplets glimmered. “I want you to love me with your body, not your heart.”
Fucking hell.
“My body?” He moved closer, using his hips to wedge her harder against the wall of the pool. “Like this?”
He slipped one hand under the water and skimmed it along her thigh until he found the crook of her knee. Her breath stuttered. Gently, he lifted her leg and wrapped it around his waist, seating himself against her heat. His cock throbbed, blood rushing to fill him so he was harder than he’d ever been. He held her, pinned her like a butterfly to a specimen board.
“Yes.” The word hissed out of her like steam escaping a kettle. “Like that. Just like that.”
“You really want to do this?” he asked, his lips brushing softly over hers. “With a stranger?”
“This is exactly what I’d hoped for.” Her nostrils flared. “And I can say yes in just about any language you want.”
He chuckled against the side of her neck, and she shuddered. So responsive. He brought his lips to her neck and sucked in the taste of perspiration and salt and chlorine. The scent of something long forgotten, but deeply familiar dancing in his senses. Sunscreen and perfume.
“English is fine,” he growled into her ear. “Tell me what you want.”
“For you to be inside me.” Her voice was little more than a hoarse whisper, ragged and desperate. “I want you to fill me.”
He slanted his lips over hers, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She tasted of the strawberries from earlier and something delightfully feminine. When he rolled his hips against her sex, she mewled and lifted her other leg up, so she had them both wrapped around him. “What a dirty mouth you have.”
“Please,” she whimpered, doing her best to thrust against him in the water.
He held her ass in his hands, holding her still so he could rub against her. His cock was fully hard now, and aching. He wanted nothing but to tear her bikini bottoms to one side and drive straight into her. But from the gasps that were coming harder and faster now, from the flutter of her pulse at her neck, she was ready to come simply from this contact.
“That feels so good.” She screwed her eyes shut, her pouty little mouth in a perfect O shape. “Oh my god…”
