Chapter 6
I have no idea if she did spot me in the water and drifted nearby on purpose, but I had to find out. I’m not above chasing her. In fact, it’s utterly fucking thrilling to be able to chase a woman. Especially one I haven’t been able to get out of my mind from the moment I met her. Everything about her intrigues me.
Who is she?
Why does she need a bodyguard?
Is she some sort of celebrity I’m too old to have heard of?
I’m only thirty-four, but I have to have at least ten years on her. Maybe more.
I study her face as I wait for her answer, silently coercing her to accept my dinner invitation. She’s dessert. She just doesn’t know it yet. And I’d bet my life she tastes fucking divine.
She turns to face me in the water, then lifts her sunglasses on top of her head. Her deep, rich ebony eyes dance with devilment. ‘I told you yesterday, I didn’t come here for deep and meaningful conversations p>
‘Ah, that’s right, you came to escape.’ The gentle breeze blows a stray tendril of hair from her messy up style and straight across her prominent cheekbone. Instinctively, I sweep it away and tuck it behind her ear. My fingers tingle as they touch her skin. ‘Who are you p>
I shouldn’t ask, because I have no intention of telling her who I am. I like being here without an entourage of security, and the second I utter the name Hartmann, that’s exactly what I’ll need. But the words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them.
‘I’m just a girl standing in front of a boy…’ her head tilts to the side, a lazy smile stretches across her face and it does something inside my chest.
The Notting Hill reference isn’t lost on me. I suffered through that movie with my mother the Christmas after my dad passed. ‘You’re not asking me to love you,’ I snort. ‘So, would I be right in saying you’re an actor p>
Her low, tinkling laugh is music to my ears. Music that pulls strings inside my stomach. Strings I’d forgotten I owned.
She places a hand on her hip. ‘Aren’t we all actors—every minute of every damn day p>
Classic deflection, which only fascinates me further, naturally. She’s good. Really good. ‘You know, you’re the person I’ve spoken to the most since I got here, and I still don’t know a damn thing about you.’ My eyes bore into hers. Intense attraction crackles between us. ‘Other than that you’re the most stunning woman on the resort, probably even the continent, and that I’m here for another ten days, and during those ten days I’d very much like to touch you, to taste you and to fuck you p>
A breathy hiss slips from her lips as her eyes flare. Golden flames flicker in her irises, and her pupils dilate to saucers. ‘Are you always this forward, California p>
‘When it comes to getting what I want, yes.’ I step forward until there are only inches between us. ‘I always find it’s better to be direct p>
‘In that case, let me be very direct with you.’ She lifts the hand from her hip and swipes her index finger over my chest, swiping away a bead of water that trickles over my torso. ‘I don’t want to know your name. I have no intention of telling you mine. I don’t want your phone number. I have no intention of giving you mine. I have no desire for anything other than some fun in the sun.’ She licks her lips, and my insides flip. ‘I’ll let you touch me, taste me, and fuck me, so long as we’re clear that’s all it will ever be. How’s that for direct?’ She arches a single eyebrow, then brings her finger to her lips, licking the sweat she swiped from my body.
My mouth drops open. I scrub a hand over the scruff of my jaw. It takes me exactly three seconds to compose myself.
This woman.
She might just be my soul mate—if I believed I had one, that is.
Her filthy mouth is on par with my own.
A wolfish grin rips open my lips. ‘It was fucking beautiful p>
I reach for her beneath the water, palming the smooth globes of pert little ass, yanking her forward until her hips are flush with mine. She yelps, but doesn’t pull away.
My rock solid dick digs into her stomach. A tiny moan slips from her mouth, and she grinds responsively against me. I can already tell she’s going to be the best fuck I’ve ever had.
I lower my face to hers until our lips are millimetres apart. Her exhale is my inhale. Before our mouths meet, she jerks away, though her hips remain firmly pressed against mine beneath the blanket of water. Her nipples are peaked, straining against her tiny excuse for a pink bikini. I’m so tempted to tear it off her and take her fabulous tits in my mouth.
‘We’ll continue this later. Someone might see.’ Her eyes bounce to the sky, then the beach, like she’s expecting a drone or something. Nobody is paying us any attention, yet she’s edgy. I can’t wait to take that edge from her, with my tongue and then my cock. Later can’t come soon enough.
‘Fair enough.’ Clearly the woman values her privacy. ‘You know what they won’t see, though p>
I trail a hand over the curve of her hip, revelling in the ripple of goosebumps that scatter over her skin despite the heat.
‘What?’ she whispers, her chest rising and falling in short, ragged breaths.
‘If I were to slip my hand inside those bikini bottoms and fuck you with my fingers p>
She gasps, then her perfect white teeth dig into her lower lip.
‘Would you like that, Irish?’ My fingers dart over the pink, indecent scrap of Lycra between her legs. Her pussy is pulsing for me. ‘Are you wet for me, sweetheart p>
Her lust-hued eyes lock on mine as she reaches for my bicep, resting her palm on it like she’s steadying herself. ‘Yes,’ she admits, breathily.
I brush my lips over her ear so my breath skims her skin. ‘Yes, you’d like to come on my fingers? Or yes, you’re wet for me?’ I could draw this out all day just to watch every fleeting micro expression that crosses her face. To hear every single gasp that slips from her full, cherry lips. To feel her body flush against mine.
Her throat works as she swallows. Her chin juts out. Black eyes blaze with heat and hunger. ‘Both,’ she admits.
I don’t hesitate. My hand is inside her bikini in a matter of milliseconds. Her needy, swollen clit throbs for my touch. ‘Fuck, you’re so wet,’ I murmur, sliding a finger over her tight little slit. I can’t wait to sink myself inside her tight, hot channel.
‘It’s your fault, California,’ she whispers, writhing on my fingers as I work her in slow sweeping strokes.
‘You should have accepted my offer last night.’ I tut. ‘Next time I offer you dessert, you’re going to accept. Then you’re going to sit up on the table, and spread your legs for me and let me devour you like a fucking all you can eat buffet. And I will be going back for seconds p>
‘You are so bad.’ She pants, eyes widening further as she clings on to my bicep.
‘I never pretend to be anything else, Irish.’ I slide two fingers deep inside her core, stretching her and filling her up. Her head rolls back as she arches her pelvis, grinding shamelessly against my hand. I love how fucking responsive she is to my touch. I can only imagine how responsive she’ll be when she’s impaled on my cock later.
I commit every inch of her stunning face to memory until finally, I find that sensitive spot deep inside her inner walls. She hisses as I hit it with my fingertips, over and over again. I watch as she starts to spiral right in front of my face.
It’s the most satisfying sight I’ve ever seen.
‘I’m close,’ she murmurs. ‘Don’t stop,’ she begs, with flushed cheeks and hitched breaths.
‘God himself couldn’t stop me, sweetheart. I’m dying to hear the little sounds you make when you lose it. When I make you lose it.’ I slide my thumb over her clit as I continue to pump her, the people on the beach utterly oblivious to the carnality occurring right in front of their eyes.
The sheer badness of it is nearly enough to get me off alone. Her hand reaches for the waistband of my swimming shorts, but I swat it away. I need to concentrate on making it so damn spectacular for her that she’ll be sprinting to my suite for more, morning, noon and night.
I’ve got ten days left here and I plan on making the most of every single one of them. ‘Later, sweetheart p>
She has no idea who I am.
And the best thing?
She has no desire to know either.
Her core contracts around my fingers, squeezing them in a vice-like grip. ‘Look at me when you come for me, Irish,’ I demand.
Her huge eyes fly open, wild with want as she shatters and shudders on my fingers. ‘Fuck,’ she pants, riding my hand, wringing out every last bit of pure hedonistic pleasure.
When she finally stills, I slide my hands out from between her legs and lift my fingers to my mouth. The sea has washed away most of her release, but I lick them anyway. She watches on with fascination.
‘So, dinner, tonight?’ My eyes rove over her breasts. They heave as she catches her breath.
‘Fine.’ she grins. ‘But remember the deal… no deep and meaningful conversations. And I’m taking you up on your offer of dessert p>