Page 67 of Raul
“Por supuesto, it’s for two. I have no plans to let go of you.” He boosted her up so she could slip over the cushioned side. “Now slide over, and I’ll join you.”
He rolled onto the raft, making it bob on the waves he kicked up. She snuggled up against him, tangling her legs with his. Her insides were still humming with satiation, and she could feel the post-climax flush in her cheeks.
“You lost,” she said, her cheek settled on the warm, wet skin of his chest.
“I believe that was a win-win situation.” He stroked her hip and thigh. “But you are correct that I came first. And then I had the exquisite pleasure of feeling you come around me. Not exactly losing.”
She painted the outlines of his tattoo with pool water. “Still, I won. I’m very competitive.”
“Anytime you want a rematch, say the word.” His voice rumbled in his chest, a low, seductive baritone.
She huffed out a laugh. “I pulled about a dozen muscles, so I’m going to rest on my laurels for now.”
“Thank God, because I’m spent.” He tucked her closer into his side. “We’ll take a siesta,sí?”
“Sí,”she murmured, letting her eyelids close and her body melt into Raul’s. The sun and his heat warmed her enough to counterbalance the breeze that blew the sweet scent ofvahohibiscus across the pool. She sighed happily when she felt him press a kiss on the top of her head.
“Mi amor,”he said with that same velvet timbre, making her heart flutter against her will. It was just a casual endearment in tribute to great sex. She must not read anything more into it.
She drowsed in his arms, the raft occasionally bumping against the side of the pool until Raul pushed it away to sail to the other side. The low roar of waves breaking on the beach beyond them and the twitter of birds were the only sounds other than the steady beat of his heart against her ear.
The sound of a motorboat tore through their quiet cocoon, and she lifted her head.
“It’s just the patrol boat making sure no one approaches the beach,” Raul said. “Go back to sleep.”
She couldn’t. For an hour, she had forgotten who he was. What he was. For that enchanted hour, he had been just a man. A sexy, gorgeous, amazing man.Her man.Now the spell was broken.
She was naked on a raft within sight of who knew how many staff members and bodyguards. Even worse, she’d had noisy sex within their hearing.
Mierda.
She scrambled to sit up, making the raft rock and tip.
“What is it,mi corazón?” Raul asked, steadying her.
“Just looking for my undies,” she said.
“You don’t have to worry about anyone seeing us. That’s what the patrol boat makes sure of,” he said.
Of course he didn’t worry about all the people who worked for him. He had been surrounded by them his entire life. He hadto live as if they weren’t watching, or he would go crazy. But she knew they were there.
“I’m not going to eat naked,” she said, rolling off the raft with a splash.
“I would have brought food to the raft,” Raul said, but he also dropped into the water.
She spotted her bra floating nearby and swam over to grab it. Raul breaststroked up to her with her panties in one hand and his briefs in the other. “We can grab towels from the lounges.”
Once she took her panties, he planted his hands on the side of the pool nearest their table and lifted himself up enough to get his good foot on the terrace before he vaulted out of the pool. She stood frozen at the sight of all those flexing muscles and rivulets of water cascading over the beautiful expanse of bare skin. His butt alone was worth watching.
He slicked his hair away from his face before turning to offer her his hand. Hypnotized, she walked over to take it, almost flying upward as he lifted enough so she could get her knee on the side. He continued to pull her until she stood facing him. His hot blue gaze skimmed down to her breasts, but he turned away to grab a rolled towel. Shaking it out, he wrapped it around her and sighed. “Such a shame to cover up that beautiful body.”
“Ditto,” she said when he tucked a towel around his waist. “May I request that you leave your shirt off while we eat? I like your tattoo.”
He grinned and flexed the pec that the dragon climbed. “Just my tattoo?”
She smacked him lightly on his arm. “You’re fishing, but I’m not biting…yet.”
They toweled off, pulled on their clothes—except for Raul’s shirt—and sat down to finish lunch.
