Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 102942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“It’s just really good vacation sex,” I tell her, but honestly, I think I’m still trying to convince myself. “Now that the job is done, I’ll be heading back home soon, and the minute I do, I’ll go cold turkey. Raiden Kane and his monster cock will cease to exist to me.”
Milan laughs. “Oh shit, my sweet Crimson. You’re more delusional than I gave you credit for. You really think now that you’ve had a taste that you’re going to be able to resist when it’s late at night and that need suddenly strikes, and the one person who could possibly make you feel completely satisfied is right there on the opposite side of the wall? Girl, I know you’re training to withstand the harshest conditions, but not even you could resist temptation like that. You’re only human.”
I laugh. Her assessment of the situation is so insanely ridiculous to me.
Resist Raiden Kane? Easy. “It’s not going to be a problem.”
“Uh-huh.”
A shadow falls over the cabana, and I glance up to see the very asshole in question, his dark eyes hooded as he takes me in, and I can’t help but wonder exactly what’s going through his mind. Is he remembering the way my walls clamped around him, or the way I dropped to my knees and took him right to the back of my throat?
“Oop. Gotta go, girl. The devil has arrived in my cabana.”
“Okay,” she laughs. “But remember, make sure he actually doesn’t arrive inside your cabana if you’re picking up what I’m putting down.”
“Oh, I’m picking it up alright. This cabana is more than closed for any incoming arrivals.”
“Good. Keep it that way,” she says. “Call me later. I’m going to need all the steamy details from when you inevitably realize just how delusional you are.”
A smirk cuts across my lips. “Uh-huh,” I say, before ending the call and tossing my phone down on the sunlounger beside me. My gaze shifts to Raiden where he’s hovering at the edge of the cabana, looking like an absolute snack in nothing but a pair of swim shorts with that incredible body on display.
“Oh, you’re back,” I say, feigning disappointment. “And here I thought I’d have just a few hours of peace where I didn’t have to be bothered by the world’s most irritating neighbor. I thought you were going to be gone for a while.”
“Meeting got cut short,” he explains, his gaze raking over my body, more specifically the slight bruises he left on my hips and inner thighs, the reminder of exactly where he’s been. “Some kind of emergency outside of town that had everyone in a panic, and scrambling to get out of there.”
“Sounds serious,” I say, the perfect mask of indifference, knowing I had absolutely everything to do with that slight hiccup in his plans, but he doesn’t need that information. “Did you at least get what you came for?”
“Nope.”
“That’s a shame. Perhaps they’ll reschedule.”
He nods, his gaze meeting mine. “Perhaps they will.”
He doesn’t stop staring at me, his gaze sailing over the curves of my body as I lie across the sunlounger in a tiny gold string bikini with suntan oil slathered over my skin.
I clear my throat, forcing his gaze back to mine. “Something you need?” I ask, doing what I can not to clench my thighs, because there’s no denying that this man doesn’t miss a thing, and I refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how badly I want to climb him like a tree.
Raiden inches toward me. “Last night—”
“Last night?” I cut in with a smirk. “What happened last night?”
He arches a brow. “Oh, that’s how you’re going to play this?”
I take a long, drawn-out sip of my daiquiri before letting out a heavy sigh and slicing my gaze back toward the ocean. “I haven’t got a clue what you’re talking about,” I murmur. “I remember something happened, but it wasn’t memorable enough to leave a lasting impression.”
“Is that so?”
My gaze shifts back toward him, my smirk getting wider. “Oh yeah. Had better.”
Raiden pushes off the side of the cabana before pulling a string and letting the fabric door fall, closing us in the privacy of the cabana as he steps toward me, his knee pushing between mine on the lounger.
Raiden leans over me, one hand braced against the armrest, his lips skimming past my ear. “You’re a beautiful liar, Kiara St. James,” he murmurs as his fingers find my thigh, slowly skimming up toward my core and sending goose bumps soaring across my skin. My body involuntarily squirms. “See that, Firecracker? You may not remember fucking me until your legs shook, but your body sure does.”
I turn my head, refusing to meet his eyes as his fingers trail higher and higher. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He smirks, his lips dropping lower and skimming over that sensitive spot below my ear, making me crave everything that he’s got. “I admire how you never allow cold, hard evidence to interfere with your misguided opinions.”