Page 63 of The Child of Rue Royale
But instead of more, he pulls away, grabbing the bikini bottoms and the back of my foot to slide it on.
“Wait. What are you doing?” I pant.
“I’m putting your bathing suit on.”
“I don’t want it on,” I object.
And he smiles so deviously, ignoring my pleas.
“Oh God, Bastian. I need—”
“Special,” he scolds, eyebrow arched, telling me he means business.
I take a deep breath, trying to get my hormones under control, and lift my foot.
“That’s a good girl,” he praises, and that only makes my stomach flip again.
Once he has both feet in the bikini bottoms, he pulls it up, and I’m mentally begging for him to touch me again, but he doesn’t, just stares up with desire in his eyes like I’m the most beautiful, sexy thing he’s ever seen. And how lucky am I to have that?
Standing, he grabs the bikini top, looking at it like it’s a maze. “I might need help with this one.” He smirks, and though I’m sexually frustrated, I laugh.
“This way,” I say, grabbing the strings and tying them around my neck. The back strings hang at my sides as I stare at him, taunting.
“I assume these tie around the back.”
“That is correct sir,” I say, not moving.
“Got it.” He moves behind me, fingers grazing my skin delicately, making it ripple in goosebumps. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me against him, my bare back slick against his chest, his erection digging in my ass. His fingers dance around my stomach and then up, cupping each breast in his hands, so soft, so tender. His middle finger moves over each nipple so carefully I can barely feel it. He pushes against my ass, and I could just bend over and beg him.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he groans into my ear.
A sigh escapes my mouth because his touch is like a breeze, like the faintest kiss, and all the emotions I keep locked away so often threaten to bubble up. Just when I think I might cry from the pleasure, the reality of him being here, he stops, hands gliding down to grab the strings, and ties the bathing suit behind me.
Once he turns me to face him, I’m greeted with the softest smile, his finger running up my cheek, taking every part of my face in. I want to kiss him, kiss him so badly, but he quickly steps back, denying me.
“That looks…” He nods appreciatingly, a diabolical grin on his gorgeous mouth.
I look down, remembering that this is Chantal’s bikini and that my breasts are barely covered. “Oh my God, this is scandalous,” I titter, but he only blinks, and that corner of his mouth tugs up.
“You’re perfect.” And he grabs my hand, pulling me outside.
“What about you?” I ask, and he points to his board shorts while he pulls off his shirt.
“Came prepared.” He winks.
I WELCOME THE CHILL BETWEENthe cabin and the hot tub because Bastian putting a bathing suit on me has me completely wound up and on fire. I want to beg him to take me to the bedroom, but he wants special, and God love him for that.
Sitting in warm water with jets creating bubbles all around us in the middle of a forest was not how I pictured spending our last night in California.
“Come here,” he says, like it’s his anthem.Come here. Come for me.My legs slide along his thighs as I sit on his lap, our faces inches from each other. I clasp my hands behind his neck, the warmth of the water feeling sublime.
“This is beautiful. Thank you.”
“You deserve the world for everything you’ve given me.”
I scoff, shaking my head. “A mess. I’ve given you a mess. But I look at Aven and think it all has to be worth it, right?”
“Every step, good or bad, got us here. And we’ll go home and pray my memory comes through.” He looks down at the space between us then back at me, eyes vulnerable. “I’m worried about that. That it won’t work.”
