Page 93 of Bittersweet Revenge

“Oh yeah?” A slow smile spread on his face. “Talk to me.”

I blushed. I was not usually forward. I was not really used to engaging sex. It felt strange, yet good, to be taking the lead. “Why don’t you go get the tub ready and I’ll show you what I brought?”

“You don’t need to tell me twice.” He swatted my butt. “I’ll be waiting.”

He disappeared into the kitchenette area. I heard the clink of glasses and the fridge open and close as I walked into the bedroom. Then I disappeared into the walk-in closet with what had to be the smallest, most suggestive bikini ever invented.

Smiling, I wrinkled my nose as I held the barely existing pieces of fabric in front of me. It was something to be reckoned with. It was made of very small white crochet triangles held together with pieces of string. I put it on and let my hair down, which flowed nicely to the middle of my back. Then I turned toward the mirror.

My cheeks reddened. It was almost more indecent than being completely naked. I would have considered bailing if I hadn’t recalled Caleb’s worshipping eyes every time he had looked at me in any state of undress.

I met him in the bathroom and was awed by how quickly he’d been to set the mood. There was some soft music, rose-scented candles, an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne, and two glasses on the side of the tub. Some chocolate-covered strawberries and the man himself was sitting in the bubbling tub. I suspected he was completely naked and ready for me.

“Just let me look at you for a minute…” he growled, his voice full of desire. “You are– Fuck! I feel like I’m going to come like a stupid schoolboy.”

“That would be a shame, wouldn’t it?” I smiled, taking a step closer, motioning to my bikini-clad self. “I stole it from the swimming cabin. I hope you don’t mind.”

His eyes raked over my breasts before trailing down slowly and stopping on the triangle covering my core. “God bless my father's taste in women swimsuits.”

“Can we not talk about your father? It’s bound to make my skin crawl in all the wrong ways.”

He shook his head. “That would be a crime. Why don’t you come join me?”

I joined him in the tub and straddled his waist. His erection pressed against my core, the fabric of my bikini the only barrier between us.

“Am I close enough?”

He rested his hands on my ass, squeezing and pulling me closer. “You’re never close enough, my angel,” he whispered in my ear before licking it.

Whimpering, I rocked my hips against him.Angel.I loved that nickname. I hoped he would call me that forever.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I think I will get a tattoo too tomorrow.”

He moved his head, trailing his nose down my jawline. Continuing down the column of my neck, he stopped at my collarbone where he licked the shallow dip.

“And where would this tattoo be?” He asked as he undid the knot between my breasts, instantly freeing them.

He trailed his fingers over my hardened nipples before softly rolling them between his fingers, making me rock against him again.

I took his hand and trailed it down to the hem of the bikini bottom where I slid his fingers in about half an inch.

“Just here, “I whispered as my heart stammeredin my chest.

“Ummmm, here?” He ran his fingers back and forth on my skin. “I can’t wait to see it. But we’ll need to find a woman to do it.” He nipped at my bottom lip. “Because there’s no way I’ll let a man near any part of your body that is for my eyes only.”

I shivered at his words. They should annoy me. I was my own person. Yet, his possessiveness made me even hotter for him.

He kept his eyes locked with mine as his hand lowered into the bikini. His eyes didn’t waver when he slid one finger inside me.

I hissed. Throwing my head back, I started to rock on his finger as he thrust it rhythmically inside of me.

“No, look at me,” he commanded.

When I looked back down, he slid a second finger in me. I had to bite my bottom lip to stop the shameless sounds that were building in my throat.

“The condoms are in the bag,” he exhaled, a quiet desperation in his voice. It was as if watching me come undone was undoing him too.

I shook my head, rocking my hips, chasing my pleasure. “You don’t need one,” I managed to get out, panting shamelessly. “You said you love sex bare. Willis gave me the shot. We’re good.”

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