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An electrified thrill slithers its way to the pit of my stomach, amplified by adrenaline, the cool stone wall at my back, and the narrow waterfall gently cascading beside us.
Our breaths mingle across my upper lip as Marcus watches me, waiting for me to argue.
His chest brushes mine with one, two, three inhales, but before he utters the rest of the verse, I whisper, “Kiss me.”
His velvety mouth captures mine swiftly, unapologetically, and I quake at the heartrending tenderness in which he restrains himself—pecking, roving, and toying with my lips until they’re plump and swollen.
Our first kiss was an accident. The second, ravenous and lustful. But this? Marcus must have kissed dozens of women in his career and otherwise, yet he makes me feel as though I’m the first.
“Need more.” Using his thigh to boost me higher, he pants, “So much more.”
My hands skate up his back, hanging on to his shoulders as his body pins me in place.
His tongue flicks the tip of mine with silken care while, in contrast, his eager fingers reach for my neck and snap the bow neatly tied behind it. My breasts spill free, nipples hardening with a chilled breeze and Marcus smiles against my lips. “That’s better.”
Then a shuddering breath collapses over my nipple, and I thrash, aching with need as he exhales a harsh, frantic groan around the bud.
“You were right. We don’t need complicated,” he confesses. “But I can’t keep my fucking hands off you, Heather, and I’m this close to begging you not to make me.”
The waves striking my heated core are driving me nearly as insane as his hard lengthrubbing the same spot.
“If you need a body to use, then use mine. If all you crave is release, then let me be the one who gives it to you. Not Ernesto, or any other man on this island.” Marcus pauses our fervor, eyes full of intense yearning. “Me.”
Is this what he meant by letting go? Not just releasing any and every inhibition, but finding a space between friends and lovers where I can experience a true, sensory drunk dance with desire.
“Ground rules,” I croak, somehow forcing words from my throat. “We should establish some.”
“Mm, not much of a rule follower,” he says with the sexiest damn smirk I’ve ever seen.
I shiver when his breath skitters across my bare flesh. “As true as that may be, vamp, those are my terms.”
With a disapproving growl, he slowly, deliberately lowers his skillful mouth beneath the sensitive bud he’d been lapping at. He nips at the underside of my breast, and I arch into him, responding instantly.
“We’ll compromise. You get one rule.” He moves to give the other breast the same rapt attention. “You better make it count.”
I bite my lip when his fingers trail down the clenching muscles of my abdomen.
One rule? There are too many to choose from, but if we’re really doing this, then we’re going to keep it casual. No risk of attachments, and especially no risk of intimacy.
“Fine. I’ll give you my body anytime, anywhere that you want.” He halts, breathing unevenly as he gradually raises his gaze. “But no beds.”
His knee lowers, sinking my body back into the water. “Your only rule is that we can’t have sex in a bed?”
“Yes,” I say, roaming my hands across the ridges of his abdomen.
Rolling around in sheets and cuddling for hours afterward is too personal. And getting too personal with this man isn’t something I can afford, smitten or not.
Marcus tips his head curiously, placing his hands over mine so they’re flush with his skin.
“All right. I accept your terms, but I’m not always going to be gentle with you.” My eyes flick upward, my stomach tightening with anticipation at the intoxicating seduction stamped across his face. “I’ll give you more pleasure than any man who’s touched you before me, that’s a promise. You’ll come, and then you’ll come again, but not before I torture you a little.”
This is bad. It’s so, so bad. But fuck me, it feelssogood.
Excitement pounds through my middle, and when I nod the okay, Marcus doesn’t hesitate.
His hand sails down the front of my bottoms, seeking my heat, and once he finds it, his mouth goes slack, parting in awe. “Dear god, woman, you’re so fucking tight.”
I throb around his fingers delving inside me, the cold water like an ice cube to my searing core, but it’s my greedy clit that demands his attention.
