Pretending with the Greek Billionaire(61)

“Come swim with me, Stanzia.”





Chapter Seventeen

Constance looked at Luca, her eyes turned dark with desire. He wanted to see her bathing in the crystal waters of the sea, his own personal Aphrodite. His loins ached with the need for her. But first he wanted to see all of her, touch every inch, worship her from head to toe.

He gave her dress another little tug. This time, she let her arms drop. She kept her gaze on him as he slowly pulled the garment from her and let it drop to the ground. Her panties quickly followed and she was left standing on the shoreline in nothing but the gold sandals he’d bought her.

“You are a goddess, Stanzia,” he said, her beauty taking his breath away.

Her cheeks flushed under his scrutiny but she didn’t turn or try to hide herself. She stood tall and proud and he wanted to drop at her feet and worship her like they’d done in the olden days.

She kicked off her sandals. “Your turn,” she said, a smile tugging at her lips.

He grinned, only too happy to oblige. He whipped his shirt off and tossed it to the ground, his jeans quickly following. Luca walked backward into the sea, crooking his finger at her to beckon her along. She didn’t take her eyes off his, not even when the water lapped over her toes. She shivered a little at the cool touch of the water as it rose up her legs. When it reached the juncture of her thighs, she paused, her mouth dropping open in a little O of surprise. He could imagine how the cool water felt hitting her surely overheated sex.

He couldn’t resist her anymore. Luca closed the distance between them with one step. He grabbed her around the waist with one hand while the other buried deep in her hair. Her arms wrapped around him and her mouth met his in a desperate kiss. His blood roared, desire for the woman in his arms burning through him. But he wasn’t done worshipping her yet.

He dropped to his knees in the surf, the water still gently splashing her. His hands moved up her thighs and slowly spread them apart, giving the sea, and himself, better access. She gripped his shoulders, her body already trembling just from the waves moving against her.

Oh, baby. You haven’t felt anything yet.

He leaned forward and licked her, his tongue lapping at her heated center in the same gentle motion as the waves. The saltiness from the ocean mixed with her own special taste and Luca delved in deeper. He wanted her to come screaming, so he could feel her quaking against his tongue. His hands gripped her waist even as hers tangled in his hair, imprisoning him against her hungry body. He licked and sucked, gently nibbling at her swollen clit until she arched against him, rocking against his mouth as she sought release. Every few moments he’d retreat, letting the cool waves of the sea wash against her, only to instantly replace it with the heat of his mouth.

Her legs trembled and tensed beneath his hands and he increased his tempo, mimicking with his tongue what he so longed to do with his body. Her fingers tightened, pulling his hair until he grunted in pain, and she came with a warm rush against his tongue. He caressed her a few more times as the aftershocks swept through her. When she released his hair with a tremulous sigh, he kissed his way up her belly, his lips dancing over her breasts until she quivered against him. “We need to go back to the cottage. I don’t have any condoms out here,” he said with a gruff laugh.

“I’m still on the pill.” She captured his mouth, kissing him greedily.

The thought of being with her with nothing between them nearly brought him to his knees.

She tangled her hands in his hair. “What I want is for you to be inside me. Now.” Her voice broke off as her breath hitched in her throat.

“Up,” he commanded, his voice rough with need.

She didn’t hesitate but gripped his shoulders and jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist. He drove into her, groaning as she sheathed him in silken heat one slow inch at a time. When he was fully buried inside her, he waded farther out into the water, deep enough that the water splashed against her tightened nipples as they moved.

He let the waves set their rhythm, pulling back to let the cool water rush between them as they sucked back into the sea and then plunging into her heat as the waves rushed toward the shore. With the desperate edge taken off their lovemaking, he took his time, his gaze burning into hers. They moved together and he captured every moment, every gasp, every delicate flutter of her eyes, every moan. Every detail burned its way into his memory and he knew he’d never be able to be with another woman without remembering this moment. He wasn’t all that sure he’d ever be able to be with another woman at all.

Their connection burned with intensity, breaking all the barriers he’d tried to erect, destroying his defenses. She hadn’t just gotten under his skin—she’d invaded his heart, his mind. His soul. He’d never be free of her, and he never wanted to be.