Page 62 of Something Old

“This dress looks incredible on you.”

“Thanks.”

I’m a little tipsy and he is starting to work his way through my defenses.

But I’m in Hawaii - and all this time I kept wishing he was here - and now he is and he’s being sweet and fun.

We chat for a little while and it feels like he is meeting me for the first time. He’s soft, funny, spontaneous.

He takes my hand and leads me towards the dance floor.

He pulls me up against his chest and I let out a little moan when I feel his body against mine. He feels so good.

The drinks are making my head spin a little. They are messing with my ability to maintain control.

He’s too sexy. He’s acting so differently. And this is the Mas that I wanted all along.

He slips his hand up my back, his fingers leaving a trail of fire on my skin.

His fingers thread through my hair and he pulls my head back, without warning - he presses his lips against mine. My heart slams against my ribs.

Fuck.

It feels so good.

I wrap my arms tighter around his waist, deepening the kiss.

A low growl rumbles from his chest, vibrating against me.

“Where is your villa, Leo?” He asks, and I know exactly what he wants. He wants what I want at this point, and I don’t even care to stop him.

I step back, taking his hand, I lead him down the beach to my little villa.

As soon as we are through the door, he lifts me in his arms and carries me towards the bed. My legs are wrapped around his waist and his hands are pushing my skirt up my legs.

I am so desperate to feel him. All I’ve wanted is for him to want me - all this time.

He drops me onto the bed and stands over me, looking down at me with a wild look in his eyes.

“Untie the cord from your dress.” He demands.

I sit up and pull the cord around my waist loose. He is unbuttoning his shirt when I pull my dress up over my head, tossing the cord to the side.

But he grins. Leaning down to pick it up, he pulls it through his hands.

Then he grabs my ankles and yanks me to the edge of the bed.

I let out a small scream - shocked by his aggressive move.

“Take your bikini off. I want to see all of you.”

I wiggle out of my bikini, feeling my nipples grow hard and heat building between my legs. I can see the bulge of his cock pressing against his pants.

Fuck. I want him so badly.

“Hold out your wrists.” His voice is deep, controlling me.

When I lift my wrists towards him, he grabs them both in one hand, then wraps the cord of my dress around them. Over and over again, before tying it securely.

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