Page 138 of One Wealthy Wedding

“Yeah?”

“Definitely. If you position yourself just right, you can see nothing but sea and sky.”

“Show me.”

I lie down next to her, keeping a careful distance between us. Is her skin warm from the sun yet? Does she smell good? Is she turned on like I am? I hope so. Fuck, I hope so. I don’t want to be alone in this—this wild need that claws at me and makes me want to claim her.

“Turn your head like this,” I say, tilting my chin up. “Now look.”

“Oh,” she breathes.

“Yeah.”

The sky is a brilliant, searing blue. It extends forever, meeting the horizon and the sea in every direction. Monaco might be right behind us, but here, it’s just ocean and sky and Cat.

“Sunscreen?” she asks after a few minutes of silence.

“They stock it.” I lever myself up and grab a few bottles from the bar. When I come back, I get an eyeful of Cat. Those dusky nipples make my mouth water. She gestures for the bottle.

“I’ll do it,” I say. My voice is gravel. “Turn over.”

She complies, and fuck. Her ass is perfect. I start at her shoulders, sweeping her hair to the side. “SPF fifty for you, princess. No getting burned.”

She hums a satisfied sound as I knead her shoulders and spread the sunscreen over her back, onto her arms, and then down, down, until I finally get to do what I’ve always wanted—grab Cat’s ass. She makes a little noise when I dig my fingers in, but she doesn’t tell me to stop. So I do it again on the other side. My imagination is running wild. I could pin her here like this, with just a hand on her hip as I drive into her. Fuck.

I stop.

“Theo?” She turns her head.

“Don’t—” I say. She looks. “Look,” I finish. I’m fully hard, like a teenager again. Halfway there just from touching her back.

“Ignore me,” I say. “I just—I want you, okay?”

“Do the front.” She flips and twines her arms over my head. The motion thrusts her breasts up. She looks like a cover model to the magazine my personal fantasies created.

I settle between her legs, my erection already pressing against my stomach. I start at her thighs and continue up to the full edge of her breast. Round and smooth and so perfectly made for my hand that I have to cup it in my palm. Cat’s breath hitches. Her eyes are half-lidded.

“I don’t want to sunscreen here.” I brush my thumb over her nipple.

“Why?” Her voice is high and reedy.

“Because then I can’t do this.” I lower my mouth to her nipple and pull it between my lips. She gasps and arches under me. Her skin is salty and sweet. She smells like sunscreen and amber perfume and sea air. I switch to her other nipple just to hear her make that sound again, and fuck does it sound so good on her lips.

I blaze a trail of lips and teeth and tongue down her stomach, and she grasps at my shoulders and tugs on my hair. My breath feels raw in my chest, and full of Cat. I pause, taking her in, her messy hair and her full pink lips and that delicious freckle. I lean down to kiss it, and she makes a frustrated noise.

“Theo, please.” Her voice is desperate. She threads her fingers through my hair and tilts her hips.

“We said we wouldn’t, princess.” I hold myself still above her, even though it’s torture.

I wait for her to bring up the list, to demand that we fit into the box she’s created for us.

She swallows hard. Her eyes are pleading. “I know we said we wouldn’t sleep together, but I want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

Fuck, I shouldn’t.

But I’m halfway to what I want as the words race through my brain.

I mutter a curse, and then my mouth is between her legs and her thighs are gripping my head. It’s dirty and wet and so fucking hot that I’m going to come right here from nothing but friction from the lounge chair beneath me and the sound of her panting breaths.

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