Pretending with the Greek Billionaire(59)

Her fingers trailed under his shirt, reaching up to caress the hard lines of his abs, tracing every ridge and cord. His hand squeezed her thigh again and then he had to use both hands to keep the bike steady as it crawled down an incline. She pulled her attention away from Luca long enough to see where they were.

A little house, more like a hut really, stood nestled among the trees. Down a short, rocky path, a small expanse of beach stretched before it, the turquoise waves gently lapping at the shoreline. No one else was around. No neighbors. No boats. They were secluded in the beautiful, tiny cove. Constance sighed with pleasure but didn’t get a chance to do much more.

As soon as Luca parked the bike and cut the engine, he ripped off his helmet and pulled her around so she sat in front of him, straddling his waist. Everything else on her radar disappeared. Everything but him. He yanked her helmet off and then his lips were on hers, his hands cupping her face as their tongues tangled together. She fisted her hands in his hair, dragging him closer, trying to bring him deeper.

She fumbled with his zipper and he reached between them and jerked it down. He grabbed a condom from his back pocket and quickly rolled it on. Then he hooked one of her legs around his hip, yanked her panties to the side, and plunged into her, his mouth muffling her cries.

Oh yes, this is what she wanted, what she needed. She wrapped her other leg around his waist and lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. The pleasure that had been building inside her since the moment he’d kicked the motorcycle on built to a crescendo and her legs tightened around him. One more thrust and she was over the edge, shattering into a million pieces, pulsating around him as he poured his own pleasure into her.

They clung together for a moment, struggling to catch their breath. Constance looked up at him with a shaky laugh. “I’ve never ridden a motorcycle before. I think I liked it.”

Luca’s laugh rang out, sending little ripples through her where their bodies were still connected. She sucked in a breath and he leaned down to kiss her again. He stirred inside her again and she pressed closer, wrapped her arms about his neck.

He chuckled again. “Let’s take this inside. I want to take my time with the next one.”

“Yes, sir,” she said.

He quickly adjusted their clothes and then moved off the bike, keeping his arms wrapped around her, holding her in place against him. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind carrying her in, which was a good thing because she wasn’t all that sure her legs were in proper working order just yet.

Once inside, he let her slide down his body until her feet touched the floor. She still didn’t let go of him, instead rising on her toes to kiss him. He groaned against her, exploring her mouth until she was breathless and trembling. When he pulled away she gave a little moan of protest. He grinned at her and took her hand.

“Hold on to that thought,” he said, pulling her farther into the room. “I want to show you around first.”

She gave him a mock pout but followed him into the center of the room. The bungalow was a circular structure, mostly made of the whitewashed stone that prevailed on the islands. A large arched doorway took up one section of the curved space. A tiny kitchen area took up another side. Nothing more than a sink, a short countertop, and a small refrigerator. A door to the left closed off what she assumed was a bathroom. A large, comfortable-looking couch took up the space on the opposite wall. Other than a low coffee table, there was no other furniture in the room.

“There’s no bed,” she said with a slight frown.

He grinned again and led her to large double wood doors. He pushed them open and she gasped.

“Oh Luca, this is beautiful,” she said, pure joy filling her.

The doors opened onto a wood terrace covered with a latticed trellis dripping with vines and flowers. A large circular recliner hung from chains in the center of the terrace. Well, it wasn’t a recliner. It was a bed really, or large enough to be one anyway. It reminded her of those DIY shows that took old trampolines and converted them to hanging beds. It was piled high with a soft looking cushion and large, fluffy pillows, and Constance just wanted to jump right in and cuddle down. And steps away, the ocean lapped softly at the tiny sliver of beach that they had all to themselves.

“What is this place?” she asked him, her voice quiet. “It’s so peaceful here.”

He nodded, his face as relaxed and content as she’d ever seen it as he looked around. “It’s my little hideout,” he said. “I come here sometimes when I can’t stand the circus anymore.”

Constance shook her head. “I think I’d stay here all the time. It’s amazing.”