Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
"Come on," he says after a moment, placing a hot kiss to my pussy that has me blushing all the way to my roots. He sees it and chuckles before carefully sliding my bikini bottoms back into place.
I watch, licking my lips as he hauls himself to his feet.
"Let's go, little warrior."
"Uh, where are we going?"
"Into the water."
I glance from him to the water and then back. This might be California, but the water is cool. And I'm nice and cozy right where I am. "No, thanks. I'm good here."
"It wasn't a suggestion, beautiful." He takes a step toward me.
"Don't you dare, Roman Gregory."
Note to self: Never tempt a beast.
Before I can even blink, he's on me, his hot fingers wrapping around my waist. The breath whooshes out of me as he hauls me over his shoulder. His rough hand is warm, molding to the curve of my ass through the thin fabric of my bikini. He's so close to forbidden territory.
"Put me down!" I shriek, pounding on his back, but it's fruitless. He's built like a brick wall, all hard lines and bulging muscles.
He doesn't budge.
He merely grunts before slapping my ass. Hard. It stings slightly, but it's nothing short of invigorating. My body throbs in response, a heady rush of desire coursing through me at the unexpected contact.
"We're going swimming." His rough voice sends chills through me that have nothing to do with the cool ocean breeze.
He strides into the crashing waves without hesitation. My heart pounds as he wades deeper into the water, not stopping until it laps well above his waist. Only then does he set me on my feet with an unceremonious plop.
Without warning, he pulls me into him, his wet skin sticking to mine. His chest is hard against my back, his heartbeat thunderous in my ear.
"There," he murmurs, his voice sending tingles down my spine. "Now you're all wet and slippery again."
My eyes flutter shut at the raw promise in his voice, heat flooding through me at the sensual note in his tone.
His lips find mine in a demanding kiss. It's all lips and tongue and desperation and need. It's intoxicating, drowning me in him as the waves crash around us.
But there's a part of me that knows this is dangerous: this forbidden dance between us. He's too close, threatening to shatter all the walls I've built over the years. We're playing with fire. But oh, God, how I want to be burned.
I gasp into the kiss as it deepens, feeling his teeth scrape my bottom lip. My heart races and my body responds to his touch like a symphony. His hands roam down my back, tracing every curve, before sliding under the thin fabric of my bikini top. I arch into his touch, moaning into his mouth as he pinches my nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
Our kiss finally breaks, and I suck in air, panting as he pulls back. My eyes stay closed for a moment longer than necessary, savoring the feel of his warm breath on my face. When I open them again, I see him looking at me with such fierceness that it takes my breath away. He's always been intense, but this…this is something else entirely.
"What are you doing to me?" I whisper, my voice shaky.
He smirks that wicked grin of his again and shrugs nonchalantly. "Just showing you how good it can be," he responds, his voice rough from our kisses. "Now swim."
He pushes me gently away, and I stumble forward into the water. It's cold and refreshing against my overheated skin.
I gasp as it hits me and start swimming towards the shore, where our towels are spread out on the sand.
Within seconds, he's beside me, his strong body slicing through the water.
Halfway to shore, he grabs me, hauling me back into his arms. A shriek of surprise escapes me as I find myself tangled in him, my legs instinctively locking around his hips. His eyes sear into mine, a predator hunting his prey. Me.
Without breaking eye contact, he slips my bikini bottoms aside.
A guttural groan vibrates against my lips as he pushes himself inside me without any warning. The sudden intrusion sends pleasure shooting through every nerve ending.
He starts moving, rough and primal. Each thrust sends me higher, closer to the precipice. The rhythm of the waves mimics the rhythm of our bodies, crashing against us as we crash against each other.
"Roman," I gasp his name like a prayer, my fingers digging into his sinewy shoulders for support. He grunts in response, his mouth finding my neck where he plants feverish kisses, marking me as his.
His pace quickens, and the sensation of him—inside me, all around me—has my head spinning. I can't tell where he ends, and I begin. There's only him… Roman… consuming me with a fiery passion in the middle of this endless ocean.