Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
For that moment, neither of us does a thing, as if we want to be sure the other person isn’t going to suddenly call mercy. Once he’s confident I’m here to stay—at least for the moment—he slowly draws his thumb over my stomach, pressing just beneath my rib cage. My heart riots as I repeat my questions. “Am I just a babysitting assignment to you, or is there something else here? Daniella told me you don’t hook up with Aura employees.”
“I don’t.”
But as he says this, he draws me forward until I tip and fall against him. One of his hands comes up to cup the back of my head, and he tilts my chin to the side so he can lower his mouth to my skin. Tingles spread from where his breath caresses my neck. His lips touch me for the first time just over my pounding pulse, and I shudder as my eyes flutter closed.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he confirms with a dark tone, but he doesn’t stop trailing kisses down my neck.
My nails dig into his chest. “The crew members—”
“—are smart enough to look the other way.”
His lips pave a languid path up to my earlobe. His teeth scrape against my tender skin and my lips fall open on a quiet gasp.
“Isabel. I’m supposed to be taking care of you,” he says passionately. “So let me take care of you.”
He pulls away and his eyes, filled with barely restrained need, look back and forth between mine. There’s no reason to become timid now, so I crawl onto him, holding his gaze as I seat myself on his lap so my knees can fall to either side of his hips.
Slowly I lower myself down until we’re flush. Nothing separates us but my bikini bottom and his swim trunks, thin material that makes it all too easy for me to rock my hips and get a feel for what it would be like to be completely naked on top of him. The size of his hard length intoxicates me.
His eyes narrow and darken. Lightning quick, he reaches out to grip my waist, to still my movements, but I’m too far gone as my hips roll over him, instinctively giving us both what we’re most desperate for.
“Keep your arm out of the water,” he orders.
I can’t help but smile at his concern and the huskiness in his voice. I love how I’m affecting him. I let my hands glide up into his hair, teasing the short dark strands, all the while ensuring my tattoo is nowhere near the water.
Then his hands move from my waist, curving up over my stomach, my ribs, my breasts—pausing, teasing, kneading—and then moving up to my neck as he tugs me closer. We’re already panting as our faces drift together. Our lips remain a hair’s breadth apart. He shakes his head slowly, no, so our mouths connect ever so briefly but don’t linger. An ache builds in me to a breaking point as he dangles his kiss like a carrot over my head. I only have so much patience with these almost kisses and the longing they stir inside me. My fingers tighten in his hair. My eyes close.
Then it happens.
Cristiano kisses me. Soft yet commanding, his mouth slants over mine. My stomach bottoms out and then fills with tempting pleasure as our mouths open to each other at the same moment. Cristiano makes a deep noise of approval and I slide farther down onto him, parting my legs even more as our bodies rock together.
There’s so much fire between us, but I also feel an overwhelming sense of safety in his arms as he holds me to his chest, kissing me. He laps at my lips, parting them with his tongue, stoking a longing deep inside me until my body starts to quiver.
Sometime later, after my lips feel swollen and I’m lightheaded and panting, he breaks the kiss and I tip toward him, still aching for more.
I drag my finger across his bottom lip, pouting. “That was barely a taste.”
His lips curve into a heart-stopping smile at my impatience. Incensed, I lean in and kiss him again with raw hunger, trying to prove how badly I want him.
Our kiss becomes fire burning between us as my arms circle his neck and my hips roll over his lap. He groans like he’s in agony. His shaky breath matches my own.
“Can you be quiet for me?”
I inhale sharply at his captivating words.
“Hmm? Are you going to be good, Isabel?”
His knuckle trails down my cheek as I shiver, then nod frantically, unsure exactly what I’m agreeing to, but I don’t care.
He’s already lifting me up. “Turn around and sit back against me.”
I dutifully comply, but I’m not happy about facing away, out toward the endless sea. I preferred my view of Cristiano. The water laps at my lower ribs as he settles me into position, tipping me back against his broad chest so his warmth envelops me. His thick arm bands around my stomach, holding me in place on his lap. He feels impossibly hard beneath me, and I can’t help but roll my hips, trying to feel more of him.