Never, in all the submissives he’d played, had any of them had such a sensitive clit. Or maybe she was just that aroused around him. Either way, it made Kyler keep working the bundle of nerves to fuel her pleasure.
Her breath started hitching and hard quakes shook her. He grunted against the surge of dominance overtaking him. She responded with perfection under his command—totally in tune with him. Shit, to his complete surprise, he realized she was going to break apart in his arms, right there on the boat dock.
And she did—just like that.
With a final push on her clit, she quivered and moaned. Wrapping her arms tight around his neck, she rubbed herself against his cock, and her groans through her climax brushed against his ear.
When her breathing returned to normal, he slid his thumb lower over her panties, finding them damp. His groin tightened as he wanted to slip his finger inside her and increase the moisture.
As she leaned away from him, he stared at her flushed face and lowered her skirt over her thighs. Locked in her gaze, his soul reached for her. If he knew anything, it was that he hadn’t had enough of this woman.
He might not know what she ate for breakfast or what type of sheets she had on her bed, but he wanted to. Because she responded to him like she’d been made for him, he wanted to know those things and more. A woman who reacted this forcefully to him needed to be played with. He’d not let someone this beautiful in her responses walk away from him.
Tonight, he’d get deep inside her.
Tomorrow, he’d take her on a date.
He gathered her in his arms, pushed off the dock, and rose. His cock begged for her slick heat, throbbing and aching. He placed her on her feet and took her hand. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Oh my God, my legs are jelly,” she said with a loud laugh, yanking against his hand. “Wait. Where are we going?”
He glanced over his shoulder and a slow burn crackled into him. “Being the groomsman came with the perk of getting a hot tub on the balcony in my suite. We’re going to grab a bottle of wine and then take advantage of Aidan’s generosity.”
“But I don’t have a bathing suit.”
The pretty look she gave him nearly had him sending her to her knees and not giving a shit who witnessed him taking her from behind. Her gaze focused entirely on him and sizzled, and he nearly choked on his groans. He’d thought she’d been stunning while aroused, but after climax her beauty was all-consuming.
Though her mouth might voice her hesitation, her body leaning into him said something else entirely. He closed the distance, pressing his hard cock against her stomach. “You just came in my arms, sweetheart.” Brushing his thumb over her pouty mouth, he arched an eyebrow. “The point is moot. Even if you did have a bathing suit, you wouldn’t be in it for long.”
Chapter Four
Ten minutes later, Ella entered the sleek modern suite that had cherrywood furniture decorating the small living room. Kyler’s suite was much nicer than her mediocre hotel room. Near the French doors leading out to the balcony was a king-size bed with a gorgeous white duvet and silver pillows, as well as a black folded blanket on the end of the bed.
Take the lavishness of the suite, matched with the man walking in front of her, and Ella decided she’d entered a fantasy—a dream that she never wanted to wake up from. She kicked off her heels at the door, and her sore feet thanked her. Beauty came with a price. Her feet usually paid most of it.
The breeze fluttered the long, black curtains as Kyler vanished through the door. She hurried after him to journey outside. Taking in her surroundings, she noted the same patio set furnished at the wedding were around the small garden. Lush greenery surrounded the hot tub, and the whole view looked picture perfect.
Time to start pinching myself.
Kyler turned to her with a grin, and all sorts of unfamiliar tingles sped through her. This man … that smile … damn …
He placed the bottle of wine and glasses on the table next to the hot tub, and a rush of nerves kept pace with the arousal. Could she do this? Strip off her clothes with a perfect stranger and go into the hot tub?
She never did anything like this. Passion had never been a huge part of her relationships in the past. When she neared the table, her steps faltered before she stopped dead. Kyler removed his bow tie, and his gaze never left hers, nor did his smile fade as he undressed, just that easily. As if he’d been naked with strangers many times.
Maybe he’s a nudist.
“Don’t be shy,” he said softly.
She held her breath when he dropped his pants and his boxer briefs. Jesus. H. Christ!
He stood in all his naked glory and asked with a low voice, “Do you like what you see?”
Blowing out the air stuck in her lungs, she scanned over his squared chest to his six—no, eight-pack—then her focus lowered to the sexy V at his waist. He had a tattoo of a black dragon on his forearm, and she stared at it, as it seemed familiar. But her attention quickly snapped to his erect cock.
She swallowed the added moisture in her mouth. His cock was thick and long, and impressive. Lifting her gaze to his eyes, she managed, “You look … good.”
“I will like what I see just as much. No need to worry.” He turned to the wineglasses, popped off the cork, and started filling the glasses.