Page 10 of Etched In Stone
Jogging to catch up with her, I quickly draped a towel around her shoulders, annoyed at myself for being so irrational. I knew the jogger was harmless.
“I can’t wait until we get someplace more private,” I mumbled.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, obviously picking up on my surly tone.
“I just don’t like it when other men gawk at you. It makes me crazy.”
Confusion came over her face until she looked over my shoulder and spotted the runner just down the beach.
Smiling, she stopped and turned toward me, pressing a finger to my chest. “Jealous?”
“Don’t push me, angel. When I bought that bikini for you, I’d intended it for the next stop on our honeymoon.”
Krystina looked up at me through her thick lashes, a coy smile on her lips. “Are you going to tell me where we are going finally?”
I leaned in, my voice dropping to a low rumble. “A private island. We’ll be the only two souls present, and I’ll be able to enjoy my view of you from wherever I want without worrying about bystanders.”
Krystina’s eyes softened, and she leaned in, her lips brushing mine in a tender kiss.
“I love you, Alexander Stone,” she whispered. “Even when you’re acting like a possessive neanderthal.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet. I’ve been looking at you mostly naked for the better part of the day, and the need to explore every inch of your body is starting to take over. You’ll be screaming my name within the hour,” I promised, my words dripping with intent.
“Alex…” My name was a breath on her lips, and I couldn’t help but imagine all the ways to pleasure her later.
I offered her my hand. “Let’s go. I want you begging and trembling beneath me.”
When we reached the villa, the air between us crackled with unspoken desire. I guided Krystina to the door, my hand on her lower back. My fingertips grazed the soft skin just above her bikini bottoms. She shivered at my touch, and I felt a primal surge of satisfaction.
“After you, angel,” I murmured once the door swung open.
Krystina stepped inside, and I followed, closing the door behind us. The soft click of the latch felt like a starting gun, signaling the beginning of the marathon I had planned for tonight.
The low sun bathed the villa’s interior in a golden glow, giving everything a dreamlike quality. My eyes were drawn to Krystina, her sun-kissed skin radiant in this light. When she turned to face me, I captured her lips, pouring all my pent-up desire into the kiss.
“God, I want you,” I hummed against her, my hands roaming her curves greedily.
She responded eagerly, her fingers threading through my hair and pressing herself closer. The taste of her, mixed with the lingering salt from the ocean, was intoxicating. When she pulled away, we were both panting.
“Can you give me a few minutes? I just want to shower quickly to get the oil and sand off me.”
“I’ll join you,” I murmured.
“Mmm… as enticing as that sounds, I must do girly things, too. I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”
I smirked but didn’t comment about whatever girly things she needed to do. I could allow her a bit of privacy if that’s what she required.
“Go ahead. I’ll shower in the guest bath. Take all the time you need, angel—but don’t be too long.”
She stepped back slightly, her brown eyes dancing with mischief. “I won’t be. I wouldn’t dare keep the controlling Mr. Stone waiting.”
The use of my formal name ignited something primal within me. I gripped her hips firmly, backing her up against the nearest wall.
“Is that what you want?” I asked, my voice low and commanding. “For me to take control?”
I pressed my hard cock against her. Krystina’s breath hitched, her pupils dilating with arousal.
“Yes,” she whispered. “It’s what I always want. I want all of you—every dominant, possessive inch. I’m yours. Completely.”
