Page 69 of Wilder at Heart
‘I’m going to untie your bikini top. Don’t want any marks.’
‘Sure you don’t.’
‘You know,’ he says conversationally, ‘a lot of the women here are topless. So don’t be shy.’
He’s right. There are plenty of boobs on display. I snigger. ‘Yeah. The topless women are all French. I’m not going to get my boobs out in front of all your friends. Nice try, though.’
‘Shame.’ He squirts some sun cream into his hands, rubs them together, and hits my back. Mmm. The sensation of the cool, slippery cream on my warm skin is wonderful. Not quite as wonderful as the fact that it’s Theo’s hands working up and down my back in smooth, even strokes.
My body already knows how skilful those hands are. What effect their touch can have on me. And it’s becoming apparent that this session is less sun cream application, more massage.
Theo shifts on the bed next to me and his face appears right next to mine. He whispers in my ear, his breath hot and his voice low and rough.
‘Touching your skin like this is making me hard.’
A finger traces down my back, over the fabric covering one of my bum cheeks.
‘I can’t tell you how much I want to get up on this bed, and pull you up by this tight little ass, and yank down these sexy little bottoms, and get you on your hands and knees, and fuck you from behind.’
My body clearly doesn’t get the memo from my brain that this is an impossibility on a busy beach, because it springs to life as enthusiastically and needily as a spaniel puppy. One of the sexiest things about Theo is how he knows what he wants and he just comes right out with it. In ways I’d never, ever be brave enough to do.
And what he wants is me.
On my hands and knees.
Oh, God. Why is that so ridiculously hot?
You’d think after three orgasms earlier, I’d be less responsive. But it’s precisely because my body knows the devastation this guy is capable of, that it’s rallying and signing up for round four. And this is coming from someone who hasverymixed feelings about being taken from behind.
I moan just loudly enough for him to hear it. ‘Theo.’
His hand slides down over my bum to clamp around my thigh as he moves his face enough to hit my mouth with his. He licks my top lip.
‘I want to fuck you so badly. Let me fuck you in the sea.’
‘No.’
‘We can be discreet.’
‘No, we can’t. Anyway, the last thing the Med needs is yet another condom floating around in it.’
His hand slides dangerously close to the area between my thighs.
‘Are you as turned on right now as I am, baby?’
I exhale. ‘Yes.’ It’s the combination of his dirty words and something about being practically naked, his skin on mine. Like we’re so close to being naked already that we may as well go the whole hog.
His lips graze my ear. ‘If we can’t fuck in the sea, we can make each other come, at least.’
I freeze, because even though it’s another outrageous suggestion from Mr Cavalier, it’s tempting. I want his skin on mine. I want him to touch me. Properly.
As if he can read my mind, he keeps going. ‘I want to touch you. I want to slide my fingers inside that bikini and make you come on them. I want to pinch your nipples so hard. And no one will see. We’ll go far enough out that it’ll just look like we’re kissing.’ The final blow. ‘Besides, this is France. I reckon if we’re not at it, everyone else is.’
Okay. He’s the best salesmanever. He definitely knows how to close a deal. Because I want his fingers on my nipples. Inside my bikini bottoms. Insideme.
I take a deep breath. ‘As long as you let me wrap my hand around that gorgeous dick of yours,’ I murmur, feeling beyond brave. It must be the rosé, allowing me to lose my inhibitions. To talk dirty, which is something I never do. Ever.
Theo’s teeth close over my earlobe and nip. ‘Fuck, yes. Get in the sea, you little minx.’
