Page 167 of Bleeding Hearts Duet

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Brighton

I stared at the bungalow before me in a state of awe and disbelief. It had a thatched roof and was completely ensconced by palms and lush greenery. But it was the white sand and ocean view behind that really had me at a loss for words. The aquamarine water lapped against the shore no more than fifty feet from where we stood. It was peaceful and serene, and completely surreal.

“This is amazing,” I squeaked.

“You like it?” he asked.

“Are you kidding me?” I stood up on my tiptoes and pulled his mouth to mine. “I can’t believe that places like this even exist.”

He smiled and threaded his fingers through mine before tugging me inside. Since I hadn’t been able to decide on a location for our ‘getaway’, he’d picked it out for us. One week on Little Palm island in the Florida Keys sounded like the stuff dreams were made of.

Inside, the suite was decked out like a luxurious island hut. Bamboo shutters filled the rooms with an abundance of natural light, and I could smell the sea breeze filtering through every inch of the place. It was cleansing. Peaceful. Romantic. And it felt like a fresh start for us. It was so unlike Ryland, but seeing me happy made him happy. And right then and there, I made it my ultimate goal to get him to relax completely on this trip with me.

“Thank you for bringing me here.” I wrapped my arms around his waist and squeezed. “This is exactly what I needed.”

“Anything for you, baby girl.”

He hauled me towards the bedroom without any more preamble, and I laughed at his impatience. The room was romantic with a mosquito net draped from the ceiling and fluffy white linens piled high over the bed. A bottle of chilled champagne sat tucked off to the side, and I pouted when I realized I couldn’t have any of it. That thought disappeared when Ryland started to grope me in earnest.

“I need to be inside of you,” he murmured. “It’s been too long.”

“You were just inside of me this morning,” I retorted.

And yet I agreed with him. It had been too long. He pulled my dress up over my head and discarded it on the floor before kneeling down in front of me. His hands inched up the back of my thighs and gripped my ass, squeezing before he lifted me up onto the bed.

Next came my sandals, followed by him massaging my instep as he went.

“You can do that all day,” I encouraged.

“You like that?” he asked. “What about this?”

He kissed the bottom of my foot, and I tried to wiggle it away from him. “Ryland.”

He kissed it again with a smirk and then proceeded to do the same all the way up my calf. When he reached my thighs, he nudged them apart and pulled me to the edge of the bed at the same time. My panties were directly in front of his face, and they were already sticking to my skin. Two seconds of him touching me and I was a panting, writhing mess.

He leaned forward and rubbed his nose along the cloth, inhaling deeply. I didn’t get embarrassed anymore when he did that. Now I savored these moments. The moments when he flagrantly indulged in his sordid whims and enjoyed every second of it. He took it to another level when he ran his tongue along the material and then sucked it into his mouth.

“You taste so good,” he grunted. “It’s been too long since I’ve had this.”

“I know,” I whined.

Since my hormones had interrupted him this morning, I’d missed out. I had no intention of allowing that to happen twice, so I reached for his hair and pulled him closer. I needed his mouth on me, and I said as much. It drove him crazy.

My panties disappeared down my legs, and soon he was spreading me apart with his fingers. His tongue slid inside of me, and I jerked against him. I wasn’t going to last. At all. Knowing how sensitive my breasts were, Ryland further sped up the process when he reached up to fondle them.

“Oh, God.” It came without warning, fast and hard, tearing through me and leaving me dizzy and gasping for air.

“You’re making my job exceptionally easy these days,” Ryland remarked as he stood and undressed.

I watched with heavy eyes and felt my arousal stirring again already. “Not really, because I think I’m going to be insatiable this week. You’ll probably need a vacation from this vacation by the time we’re through.”

“Don’t provoke me, Brighton.” He lowered himself between my legs. “I have every intention of giving you a very thorough fucking every day that we spend here.”

“Ever the incurable romantic,” I teased.

He pushed into me and dragged his teeth along my throat at the same time. “Do you want romance, Brighton?” he murmured.

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