Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
I caught his smile right before he buried his face against my neck, so that had to be a good sign, but he had some stuff to say too. Right? Because I distinctly remember him saying he didn’t see a future for us.
“I’m not sure you know how dangerous you are, Crew.”
“Then don’t leave me hanging,” I murmured. “Can, um…can you start seeing a future too?”
He inched back, confused, until it dawned on him. He remembered what he’d said too. “I don’t think I ever stood a chance against you. But when a rusty old fucker meets someone so much younger, it’s best not to get your hopes up for a pipe dream.”
I grinned and pulled him closer to me. The shit going on inside me was something else. A bunch of emotions rushing through me and flooding me with elation.
“You can be my rusty old fucker.” I leaned in and nuzzled his jaw. “Get your hopes up, please. I need someone who can put me in my place, and if he happens to be the hottest man on earth and also amazing in the kitchen, I’m okay with that.”
He rumbled a low and sexy laugh and pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “The hottest man on earth, huh?”
“And amazing in the kitchen,” I stressed. “Don’t forget that last one, papi.”
He met my gaze again, all heat and hunger, and he ghosted his lips over mine. “You need a papi?”
I shivered. “Fuck, that’s hot. Maybe I do.”
He hummed and kissed me, finally, and I locked my arms around his neck.
Ah, I loved the smell of rum, smoky whiskey, and chlorine at…whatever o’clock in the morning.
I smiled like an idiot and deepened the kiss, and he smiled too, maybe ’cause I did.
“I can’t kiss you the way I want to if you’re gonna smile like that,” he murmured.
I exhaled a laugh, feeling a little dumb. “I’m happy.”
And now he looked very happy too. “Christ—you gotta stop that.” He captured my mouth in a hard kiss and hitched my legs around his hips.
“Stop what?”
“Being so utterly fucking adorable.” With that said, he pulled me into the water with him.
I gasped as the not-quite-lukewarm water swallowed me up, but he left no room for me to go through the shock. He stole every ounce of my attention and pressed me up against the wall, and it was as if we both unleashed everything we needed for each other. I squirmed my way out of my sweats until he yanked them off. Our kiss turned wild and—
“Fuck!” I bucked against him as he squeezed my ass cheeks.
He kissed his way down my neck. “It took all my strength to hold back in Italy.”
No fucking holding back.
“You waitin’ for permission, big boy? Fucking take me.”
I soaked up every part of his reaction—how his jaw ticked, the possessiveness that rolled off him, the way he touched me, how his gaze flickered across my face.
The only thing that could knock us off track now was if he launched into some nonsense tirade about rubbers and—
Never mind. He spun me around and immediately pressed the head of his cock between my ass cheeks. My mouth popped open, my eyes widened, and I gripped the edge of the pool so hard I thought I’d break my fingers. Adrien didn’t stop either. He fucked his way into me in quick, shallow thrusts until he was buried all the way inside me, the burning pain sucking all the air from my lungs.
“This what you wanted, sweetheart?”
Yeah!
Oh my God. Nothing fucking sexier than a man who just took what he needed.
Unable to form a single word, I only nodded—and nodded and nodded—and that was all the answer he required. He started fucking me in measured thrusts, and the water splashed around us. Pleasure and pain crashed into me and fucked with my head. It made me swim in a pool of desire, with countless sensations yanking me in different directions. The intense, indescribable, sharp sting of fucking without lube, his big cock stretching me, the excitement of his tight grip and his teeth grazing my neck, the shivers and warmth from his hot breaths on my skin, and the water cooling me off—it all messed with me in the most addictive way.
“Just like that,” I gasped.
He ground himself deeper into me and sucked on my neck, then brushed his fingers along my cock, the touch so light that he drew a shiver from me.
“Will you do as I say?” he whispered in my ear.
Hnnghh.
“Yeah. Anything—hit me with it.”
He drew a deep breath and traced the shell of my ear with the tip of his tongue. “Get out of the water. We’re going to the sunbed at the bow.”
Oh my fuck, oh my fuck.
I moaned and dug my fingers into his knees, and I couldn’t fucking control myself. I rode him faster, as if I were possessed—’cause this new position, fuck me, fuck me. He felt so good. And his sounds, his low, gritty groans spurred me on.