She glances out to the French doors, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “I’ve never swam in the sea before. I’ve always wanted to though.”
I round the kitchen island and set the sandwich I made in front of her, stealing a kiss in the process.
God, she looks so damn gorgeous with that thoroughly fucked look. My cock starts to rise again but I pull away. “Eat. Then we’ll go for your first ocean swim, yeah?”
She nods enthusiastically.
A swim. Dinner. Then I’ll come clean.
I can’t go another night without admitting what I’m keeping from her.
She takes a healthy bite of her sandwich and moans around the mouthful.
Miedda, she’s killing me.
I leave before I give in to the urge to go feral with possessiveness. Walking away is the most difficult thing I’ve ever done, but I breathe through my nose to calm myself and leave her to eat while I return upstairs to change into swim shorts.
When I come back five minutes later, she’s still kneeling in front of the coffee table, her ass on her heels. She’s wearing the leopard-print bikini that was part of the clothes I had my men pick up this morning.
At the sight of her lush curves, I’m hard again.
Jesus Christ.
I don’t foresee a time when she doesn’t make me hard just by breathing, but I try to control my overzealous libido.
Getting closer, though, I spot her rummaging through her purse.
My insides congeal with panic.
I still have her phone, which is now stashed in a secret compartment in my bag upstairs.
“What are you looking for?” I ask as casually as I can manage, considering the knot my throat is in.
She flashes me a smile. “A tie for my hair. It gets too thick and heavy, especially in the water. I’m thinking maybe I need to cut it.”
My gaze falls on her beautiful silky locks. “Tough shit. You’re not cutting it. I’ll hire someone to carry it for you.”
She giggles and everything inside me cartwheels with delight. I need to hear it again. It’s like sunshine. Seeking all the dark spaces inside me.
I frown.
Her laughter dies down and she gets a wary look in her eyes. “You’re frowning. Did I do something wrong?” Her brow crinkles adorably.
“That smile. It’s crazy beautiful. It hits me right here every time.” I press my hand against my sternum.
It returns but on a lower wattage as a wary, contemplative look enters her eyes.
She sends me a few furtive glances, then her gaze flickers to the door.
I can guess what she’s thinking and for once in my life, I want to push the outside world away. I want to seal us in this moment forever.
The moment she finds the tie, I hold out my hand. “Come on. Let’s go outside before I drag you back upstairs. I know you’re sore as hell, but if we linger any more, that won’t stop me from fucking you again.”
Like clockwork, a deep blush stains her cheeks.
I stifle a groan as she gets up and slides her hand into mine.
So trusting.