I was too overwhelmed to puzzle that out. Then she reached behind her and unsnapped the hooks. With no straps to keep it in place, the bra fell between us and I was more than ready to catch the soft weight of her breasts in my hands.
“Roman,” she whispered as my thumbs rubbed over her nipples. She was even prettier than I’d imagined. And I was so glad we hadn’t gone further that day in the cave.
She spread her legs wider, grinding herself against me. With her head thrown back and her eyes shut, I wasn’t even sure if she was aware of what she was doing.
“Juliet.”
I wanted her with me every step of the way.
I flipped us again and her eyes popped open. “Eyes on me, Juliet.”
She bit her lip and nodded. Watched while I kissed my way to her breasts. Slowly, I ran my tongue over the hard tips of her nipples, stopping to savor each one. Writhing underneath me, she looked like pure sin. Then I’d find her eyes, full of innocence and longing.
Her hands reached for me, stroking my cock. Even through my underwear, her touch burned. “Take me out,” I whispered.
She wasted no time, shoving the elastic band down over my hips. My cock sprung free and she eagerly wrapped her hands around me, softly touching and exploring.
I sucked in a sharp breath. My own hand never felt that damn good.
“Is this okay?” she asked.
I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. “Fuck yes.”
“I wanted to do this that day in the cave.” She flicked her thumb over a sensitive spot and my whole body jolted.
This was going to be over quick if she kept that up.
“Believe me, I wanted you to.” I kissed her cheek. “But I’m really glad we weren’t the ones who got caught in flagrante delicto.” I said the unfamiliar phrase with a silly accent and she broke into soft laughter. I traced my finger over her collarbones. “I wanted to strip you down, explore every inch of you.”
Her breath caught.
“But I just kept thinking if Jameson or someone else caught a glimpse of you, I’d probably shove them over the cliff.” I cupped my hands over her breasts to show her I wasn’t kidding.
She brushed her fingers over my cheek. “It’s just you and me, now.”
I slid my hand down her belly.
Her entire body froze. Plump thighs clamped around my wrist. “Juliet? Is this okay?”
She seemed to shake off whatever pulled her out of the moment. “Touch me,” she whispered.
Slower this time, I rubbed my fingers down her center. Her panties were soaked. This time, I knew it was all Juliet, not from a dip in the pool. The satin material was so much thinner than her bathing suit had been, leaving little to my wild imagination.
I was dying to shove the thin strip of fabric aside and sink my fingers deep inside her, but I took it slow. With each pass, I added more pressure, which she seemed to enjoy, but I wanted her overwhelmed with need.
I took two fingers and settled them over the spot that seemed to drive her nuts before and rubbed in slow circles.
“Oh, Roman. Right there. That’s so good.”
I kept up the rubbing, moving in slightly faster circles until she was moaning and begging for more.
“What do you need?” I asked.
“I don’t know. More?”
I watched her face closely, taking note of each reaction. If we only did this all night long, I’d be perfectly happy.
“God, you’re so good,” she whispered. “So gentle.” The awe in her face made me pause. Had she expected me to claw at her like a wild animal? I mean, the instinct was there. I couldn’t help it. But I was in control of myself. My desire to please her, make this satisfying for her, overrode my baser instincts. Most of them, anyway.
She reached for me and I grabbed her hands, gently pinning them over her head.
“Oh!” She arched her back, brushing her bare breasts against my chest. “I like that.” She pushed herself against my hand, seeking more.
I stretched out next to her, keeping her arms over her head and my hand between her legs.
A soft, frustrated whimper worked out of her. I leaned over and kissed her cheek, then her lips. We were lost in another soul-entwining kiss when I slipped my fingers under her panties. I brushed my knuckles against soft, damp curls and rubbed against her seam. She was so hot, so wet, so much more than I ever imagined.
She shook herself out of our kiss. “Please. I want you.” She dropped her gaze to my cock. “All of you.”
Why she was so eager to rush, I wasn’t sure. I slipped a finger inside her impossibly tight center, slowly working in and out, then added another. “I don’t want to hurt you.”