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She looked at him. Hair slicked by the water, skin damp, that rugged beard on his face, his arms stretched across the pool wall and all of his fabulous body on display, Vedant looked hot. Sexy. Sinful. That ache in her intensified. And it was all because of him.

Vedant Oshnov made her ache, and he knew exactly how to alleviate that ache. Images of her and him entangled on a bed under white sheets zipped through her mind. Fuck, her thoughts had gone down the gutter. Her heart began to speed. What was happening to her? And why was she unable to control this…whateverthiswas?

“If you need something for me, then you only have to ask,” he whispered.

Her chest met his, and a spark lit her up. Good God. She hadn’t even realised she’d been moving closer to him.

This close, she barely reached his chin. She studied him. Found his face filled with desire…for her. She scanned the rest of him, her eyes pausing on that tattoo that had intrigued her for so long now. Her fingers traced the design on his arm.

A heavy breath rushed out of his mouth. Her gaze fixed on his lips—lips that had the power to steal her thoughts and make her skin come alive. Tempting… it was so damn tempting to kiss him again and feel all that once more. She only needed to move an inch, and her mouth could be on his again. Perhaps, she could give in to his temptation just this one time and then never again. What could be the harm in that?

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed her mouth to his. Perfect. He was perfect. Need blossomed inside her. The taste of him—fresh mint and dark coffee. The feel of him—hot and hard. It was so much more than her dreams. This… him… Being with him like this was far more potent and arousing than her imagination. She snuggled closer to him, wanting more of this ecstasy he was giving her.

If this was heaven, she never wanted to return from here.

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Desire blasted through him. His mouth fell open, and she surged inside, tasting him. She licked the corner of his lips. Her tongue lashed out anywhere and everywhere, playing with his mouth at her will, making him lose all semblance of control.

He shifted back, suddenly remembering something. “Are you thinking of another man right now?”

She blinked. “W…What?”

“That’s what you told me earlier, about our first kiss. Reina, I won’t kiss you if you’re thinking of someone else. I will not let you use me, no matter how much I want you… and this.”

She tried to kiss him back, but he held still.

“I lied, okay?” she muttered.

He clasped her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.

“There’s no one else,” she said. “Now kiss me and make me feel what only you make me feel.”

His lips curved. He fisted his hands in her hair, pulling her face to his. He kissed her, hard. “Reina, if you ever think of another man while kissing me, then I will end his very existence. Am I clear?”

She stared up at him. “Clear. Now shut up and kiss me.”

He laughed. “So bossy! I like it.”

She pulled his head down to hers and claimed his lips again. Electricity crackled, and heat exploded around them. Desire clouded his brain. Longing erased all sensible thoughts as he let her explore his mouth. This chemistry between them was wild, explosive, and undeniable.

What was it about this woman? Why did being near her make him feel at peace? Like he was safe and secure. Why did her mouth on his feel like the best thing happening to him? Why did her body touching his make him feel complete? Like he was whole again.

Her mouth moved sensually over his, stealing his mind. Her hands stroked the back of his neck, and his body hardened. Fire. She was all fire—a blazing inferno—and he wanted to be consumed by her flames.

Her taste, her scent, her wet body—all of it was driving him insane with need. Fisting his hands in her hair, he shifted her against the wall of the pool. Every hard inch of him pressed into every soft bit of her. His erection rested in the vee between her legs. She moaned, pressing into him, and his blood sizzled. More fire burned under his skin. His breath mingled with hers. Need whirled and swirled in his head. It consumed him. The urge to take all she was offering ruled supreme. He lifted her leg, wrapping it around his waist as he pressed harder into her. Soft, incoherent sounds escaped her mouth. She arched into him, faster, harder, and his body responded, increasing the friction, giving her exactly what she needed.

Her arms wrapped tighter around him, erasing any distance between them. God. She was as wild for him as he was her. He let his hands roam down her wet body, starting from her shoulders, across the slopes of her breasts, until he held her mounds in his palms. He squeezed their weight, and she moaned louder. Helowered the straps of her bikini top, and her breasts fell into his waiting hands. Fuck, she was gorgeous—all that wet skin waiting to be touched by his hands and mouth. Unable to resist, he put his mouth to the slope of one breast. She squirmed. Her hands stroked the back of his head harder, holding him in place as he took her fully into his mouth, pleasuring first one breast and then the other. He raked a nail across one pebbled tip and she cried out.

Damn, she was so responsive, so perfect in every way. He wanted her badly. His body tightened and hardened. His hand caressed her thigh, skating up her skin, going higher and higher until he reached her core. Shifting her bikini bottoms aside, he touched her core and dipped a finger inside her. She clung tighter to him. A second finger joined the first, and he scissored them inside her hot, wet heat. Reina trembled and shook in his arms. He put his mouth back on her breast. Her eyes shut and her head fell back. He licked and sucked her mounds while his fingers worked inside her body. Keening cries escaped her lips, and a flush formed over her skin.

“Oh God,” she gasped. “I can’t…”

His finger curved inside her at the same time he bit her nipple hard, and she unravelled around him. He pressed his lips to hers, swallowing her cries. His fingers continued to pump inside her warmth, ensuring her pleasure went on and on. He let go of her mouth, only to watch her as she was completely undone. God. She was stunning, and he wanted to claim her. His body demanded he seek the relief he craved from her. But he held himself back. He wasn’t going to make love to her for the first time in a swimming pool. He breathed in and out, watching her, allowing his body to cool down.

She opened her eyes, her breathing as ragged as his. Pink tinged her cheeks. He dropped her leg from around his waistand readjusted her clothes. The sound of someone approaching made her eyes widen.

“Fuck, what am I doing?” She hid her face behind her hands for a short second. When she looked at him again, her eyes were hard, determined. “You and I… this is crazy. Why the hell do I lose control around you?”

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