Page 112 of Sins of the Orchid

His fingers tangled through my hair. “You’d miss your fashion empire.”

“I’d design clothes for you,” I suggested jokingly with a soft smile. “I’d get you out of leather shoes and into environmentally friendly shoes.” His chest shook under my head, and I rolled over so I could see his face. He was laughing, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement.

“You are too ambitious,” he rumbled. I opened my mouth to protest when he cut me off. “Remember your words. You want it all.” His eyes darkened and dropped to my lips. “There is nothing wrong with that. I want it all for you too.”

God, I love this man!I couldn’t believe he remembered those words. I had uttered them to his father and him almost five years ago.

I grabbed my sunscreen out of my handbag. “Santi?”

“Hmmm.”

“Will you put sunscreen on me?” I handed him the bottle and our eyes locked. We both knew that touching each other usually led to frantic sex. We were electric together.

He ran a thumb across his bottom lip, then reached for my cheek. His roughened knuckles ran down my cheek. His eyes softened, desire lurking in his dark gaze, as his thumb skimmed the edge of my bottom lip.

“Amore, do you know how hard it is to touch you and not fuck you?”

Excitement tore through my bloodstream, and I smiled sweetly. “You’ll have to try. And if you are good, maybe we can go for a swim to cool you off.”

I was playing with fire.

I rolled onto my stomach, and after a heartbeat, I heard the squeeze of the sunscreen bottle and I closed my eyes, smiling happily against the towel. He straddled my ass, his hands rubbing together, then I felt his rough palms slide up my back. He unfastened my bikini top, and he carried his movement up to my shoulders.

“Ahhh, that feels good.”

He nudged forward, and I felt his hard erection against my ass. His lips came to my ear from behind and he whispered. “I’m all for pleasing you, baby.”

My heart thundered hard against my ribs at the double meaning. He continued his sensual movements up and down my back, not missing a single inch of my skin. It took all I had not to grind my ass against him. My sex throbbed with an aching need for him.

His hand slid down my back, lower over the exposed skin of my ass and down my legs.

“Roll over, baby.” His voice was hoarse, intoxicating.

I held my bikini top to my chest and rolled onto my back. He poured some more sunscreen on his hand and re-started the process. His eyes were dark and filled with desire, the same one that burned through my veins.

He rubbed his rough palms down my neck, pausing for a brief moment, and I thought I’d explode. Then he continued his trail down over my stomach and my inner thighs. His hands moved in circles, every so often brushing against my core. I couldn’t resist parting my legs just slightly, my insides melting.

This was as torturous for me as it was for him. The sweetest torture.

“Amore,” he purred. My name on his lips sounded like an endearment. He leaned down and his lips locked on mine, his tongue parting my mouth. His erection hit my core and I moaned into his mouth.

“Let’s go swimming,” I breathed out, the throbbing ache between my thighs pulsing.

He tied my bikini top, then stood up, and he helped me onto my feet with his other hand. He was hard, the outline of his hard cock against his shorts clear.

“You wanted to play with the beast,” he rasped, attempting humor but his eyes were too dark and feral and focused on me. We ran down to the water, our fingers interlocked, and immersed ourselves in the water up to our necks. Well, it was up to my neck. It only came to Santi’s chest.

The water felt cool against my heated skin. It was a welcome relief. My pulse rushed through my veins, buzzing in my ears, mixing with the sounds of the sea. Santi took me into his arms, holding me steady against his strong body. My legs wrapped around his waist.

My hands roamed up and down his shoulders, loving the feel of his muscular body under my fingertips. His skin was warm even in the cool sea.

His mouth crashed down on mine, hard and desperate. He grinded my sex onto his swollen cock, and his fingers dug into my ass cheeks. His one hand moved my flimsy string bikini to the side, and I felt his hard shaft at my entrance.

“Holy fuck,” I panted, grinding myself against it. My insides clenched, tiny whimpers leaving my mouth. I was greedy to feel him inside me again.

“You want me to fuck you here?” he breathed against my mouth.

“Please. Yes!” One thrust and he filled me to the hilt. Another moan, a louder one.