Page 18 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Isla

We reach the island in minutes. There are men waiting at the pier to help dock the motorboat. Liam steps on shore, helps me out, then lifts me up in his arms again.

"I can walk," I protest.

"Humor me." He stalks up the pier toward the villa. Despite carrying me, he’s not even out of breath.

I loop my arms about his neck and gaze up at him.

The jut of his chin, those high cheekbones which I could cut myself on, the hooked nose, and those lips.

.. Those pouty lips which should look so feminine, but conversely, seem to enhance the masculinity of his presence.

"You really didn’t like the nightclub, huh? "

His hold about me tightens, and he speeds up until he’s almost running.

I cup his cheek, then rise up and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "You can trust me, Liam."

His jaw tics. His heartbeat increases in tempo.

I flatten my palm into the skin on the left side of his chest. I nuzzle his cheek and feather kisses up his jawline to his nose.

I bite down on his earlobe, and a growl rumbles up his chest. He reaches the villa, but instead of heading for the main door, takes a left turn.

I smell the chlorine a second before he reaches the pool.

"What are you—?"

He steps off the edge and into the deep end.

We sink down through the green and blue with the beams of the underwater lights slicing through the depths.

His lips fix on mine, sharing his breath with me.

He kicks back and then we’re rising, rising.

We break through the surface. He pulls away, and I draw in a deep breath.

Oxygen rushes through my lungs. My eyesight focuses, and all of my senses seem to sharpen.

I hold onto his shoulders as we tread water.

"Those are brand new Jimmy Choo's," I cry.

"I’ll buy you a roomful more."

"You’re crazy," I gasp.

"You’re beautiful."

I laugh. "You really are off your rocker, Kincaid."

"And I can’t get enough of you."

My smile slips away. I look up and into his gorgeous face.

Our breaths mingle; our gazes catch. His wraps his arm about my waist and swims us over to the shallow end.

His feet touch the bottom and he walks us over to the side of the pool.

He pins me to the wall with his hips, then reaches around for my zipper.

The vibrations of the slider down the teeth of the zipper send a shiver up my spine.

He peels the dress down, then off of me, and releases it.

The cool air hits my bare skin and goosebumps pop.

He glances down to where my breasts are exposed to his scrutiny, then bends and latches his mouth around one of my nipples. He sucks on it, and I feel the tug all the way down to my center.

I fumble with his buttons, managing to undo them.

He peels his shirt off, then moves his attention to my other breast. He bites down, and I moan.

He massages my other breast, all the while suckling my nipple.

My head spins. The next moment I cry out as he yanks off my panties, then grips me under my arse and hauls me up and onto the edge of the pool.

He hooks my legs over his shoulders and stares at my pussy.

And stares and stares. Heat flushes my face.

My stomach lurches. I try to pull away, but he grips my ankles and doesn’t let go.

"You don’t shave."

My cheeks turn scarlet. Oh, god, this is so embarrassing. I know it’s not fashionable to sport hair down there, but it’s my way of clinging to a part of me that I fear I’m in danger of losing completely.

I swallow. "Is that… Is that okay?"

One side of his mouth curls. "It’s more than okay." He continues to study my lower lips, and a thousand little sparks detonate under my skin. I feel like I’m going up in flames.

"Liam, please—” I gasp when he buries his nose in my pussy.

He draws in a deep breath, and those little sparks burst into flames.

Every part of me feels enflamed, engorged, swollen with lust and desire.

My mind is full of the many lewd acts I want him to commit with me.

Even as a part of me wants to pull away.

I’m sinking, caught in the thick, syrupy mire of my own greed, to have him touch every part of me, to have him bury his fingertips and his tongue and his cock in that very intimate core of me. Then he licks me right there, from back hole to clit, and all thoughts empty from my mind.

He reaches up and plants his big palm in the center of my chest. He applies pressure, and I sink back and onto the still warm pool side.

I glance up at the stars in the night sky, then cry out when he slurps his way up my slit in one long, leisurely swipe of that wicked tongue.

"Oh, god," I gasp.

Then, he’s moving so fast, the breath leaves me.

He pries my pussy lips apart and his hungry mouth latches onto my clit.

He sucks and nibbles on it, then stuffs one finger, then two, then three inside my weeping center.

He curves his fingers, grazing that spot deep inside me.

A jolt of electricity shoots up my spine.

I squeeze my thighs on either side of his face, locking my heels around his neck.

He plunges his fingers in and out of me, in and out, then replaces it with his tongue.

He slurps on my center, pulls on my core then closes his mouth around my pussy.

He bites down on my clit, and the orgasm crashes over me.

The climax plows through me with the intensity of a tsunami.

I swear, I see stars. I close my eyes for just a second and when I come to, he’s carrying me back inside the villa.

I wrap my arms around his neck and press my cheek into his chest. Thump-thump-thump.

His heart booms against his ribcage. He walks into the villa, up the stairs, and shoulders open the double doors to his bedroom.

That’s when I push against his chest. He comes to a halt and I wrap my arms about his neck.

"Kiss me," I demand.

His lips quirk, and he lowers his head. I press my breasts into his chest and meet his lips.

I suck his tongue inside my mouth, kissing him deeply.

His arms tighten around me. I straighten, and he balances me as I swing my legs around his waist. I lean into the kiss, allowing as much of my body as possible to come in contact with him as I can.

When we break free, we're both panting. His gray eyes reflect back the desperation I’m feeling.

"Fuck me, Liam."

His lips pull back. The next second, he carries me to his bed and throws me down.

I bounce once. The wet strands of my hair flow over my face.

I shove them back, and by the time I straighten, he’s kicked off his shoes and pants.

He stands there completely naked. The light from the bedside lamp highlights the shadows and divots of his sculpted torso.

His shoulders are so broad, he blocks out the view behind him.

In his tailor-made suits, he’s the epitome of James Bond. Underneath, he’s as unbridled as Tarzan. Figures. "Lord Greystoke," I murmur.

"Eh?"

I shake my head. "You’re gorgeous," I murmur.

His lips curl. He plants his palms on his lean hips, and I spot the cursive tattooed on his upper arm.

It’s a language I don’t recognize, the script rounded in a way that hints at being Thai.

Or maybe another Far East language. His chest planes flex, drawing my attention back to that spectacular eight pack—Jesus, it is an eight pack—to where his cock juts up against his concave waist. It’s thick and fat, with a vein running up the underside, and a swollen head with a PA.

Yep, Mr. Stuck-up-grumpass-billionaire has a piercing.

He squeezes the base of his cock, then drags his fingers up to the crown. He runs his fingers across the weeping slit and my mouth waters. I stare at the thick appendage which twitches and seems to grow longer and more distended, if that were possible.

"Get on your front, on your hands and knees." His hard voice sends a thrill up my spine. Everything in me insists I obey him, and that’s precisely why I don’t want to. Not yet, that is. I sit up, swing my legs over the side of the bed, primly cross them, and straighten my back. "And if I refuse?"

He freezes. Every muscle in his body seems to coil. He angles his head. The movement so predatory, I gulp. The color of his eyes intensifies until they are that blue-green combination that’s so uniquely Liam.

"Are you refusing me, LadyBird?" His voice is so soft, so hushed. My skin prickles; my toes curl.

"I am… challenging you." I leap past him. He shoots out his arm and his fingertips graze my arm. I scream and race out the door. Footsteps pound behind me. My heart beats like the whirring of a hummingbird’s wings.

Adrenaline laces my blood. I pump my legs and am almost at the stairs when he grabs my arm and swings me back toward him.

"Let me go," I yell.

"No fucking way. I caught you, and now I’m going to have you."