Page 69 of My Favorite Kidnapper

She clutched at my shoulders, her blunt nails digging into my skin.

“You feel so good. So tight. So fucking hot,” I hissed.

Lowering my head, I sucked her nipples into my mouth, going back and forth between them. They were hard under my tongue, and she cried out as I licked and bit at them. She gasped as I sank into the water and rolled us so she straddled me, then pulled us up the stairs, the cool air surrounding us as I leaned back. “Want a turn? Want to fuck me for a change?”

She was wild. Straddling me, she attacked my mouth, sucking my tongue and kissing me with abandon. She gripped my shoulders, undulating over me, and I guided her hips, lifting her and snapping my hips hard. I braced my feet on the bottom step and gripped the ledge above my head, watching her. She was a vision in the sun, her breasts bouncing, her head flung back in ecstasy. I had never seen anything as erotic as Brianna lost to passion. The water splashed around us, the ripples never ending. The air was warm, the water warmer, and the heat between us blistering.

She raised her head, her eyes finding mine. The desire in her gaze was incredible. She was stunning.

“Look at you,” I praised. “Riding me. Fucking me. Take me, Little Bee. Take all of me.”

And she did. Moving and arching, crying out when I slid my hand between us, pressing her clit.

“Come all over me, Little Bee. Drench me with your honey.”

Her head fell back, and she cried my name, milking me. Her muscles fluttered, grabbed, and held me, and I fell over the edge, roaring my release into her neck, holding her tight as we both succumbed.

Then she slumped against my chest. Quiet. Still.

I slid down the steps and into the water, the feel of it refreshing around us. She draped her arms around my neck, and we sat, wrapped around each other.

I felt a sense of peace flood me. Being with her was incredible. And unlike other partners, when we were done, I wanted to stay close. I wanted more with her. More kisses, more snuggles, more time. More her. It was an unusual feeling for me, but I was becoming used to unusual when it came to Brianna.

“So, the discussion is settled,” I murmured. “My room is our room now.” I paused. “I want you with me, Bee. Please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” she replied, her voice sleepy and content.

I chuckled and pressed a kiss to her head. “Want that swimming lesson now?”

“I need a suit.”

“No, we are totally private. Nude swimming is highly encouraged by your kidnapper.”

“Hmm,” she hummed. “My favorite one.”

I hugged her close, her words making me smile.

“Did I wear you out, baby?” I asked softly.

“Your frolicking was very, ah, vigorous.”

“Then sleep.”

“Just for a minute.”

She was out almost immediately, her head on my shoulder, her wet pigtails floating in the water. I marveled at her trust. Despite how we started, she knew that she was safe with me. That I would look after her. From what I’d gleaned of her past, no one ever had before.

I pressed a kiss to her head.

I wouldn’t let her down.

Chapter Seventeen

BRIANNA

I peered over my wineglass at Dante. After he had finished his dinner, he ate two large slices of cake, his praise exuberant over both.

“This is the best vanilla cake I have ever tasted.”