Page 18 of Waiting For Psamathe

"For more than tonight," he responded. "I know it's a risk, and I know you don't want your heart broken..."

"Yes." The word echoed around us, the meaning impossible to ignore.

He didn't need telling twice and pulled me to him, crushing his lips against mine and making me regret that I'd already put a towel on.

I let myself go into the kiss, feeling my worries slip away. I was sure they'd be back, but just for tonight, I was going to forget they'd ever existed. And in the morning, I'd start dealing with them properly.

I pulled back, breaking the kiss.

Concern crossed his face. "Is anything wrong?"

"No, not even slightly." I bit my bottom lip. "I was just thinking about the condoms that are behind the mirror in the bathroom."

He raised an eyebrow. "You expect people to have sex in here?"

I shrugged. "I've been around a long time, I'm well aware that people will have sex wherever they want to. I'd rather they did it safely. So I ask my staff to keep the beach huts stocked with condoms along with the other necessities."

"Such as?"

"Suncream, antiseptic, tampons, that kind of thing." I turned around and headed into the bathroom, leaving the door open so he could see what I was doing. I pulled open the cabinet door and took out a small box, holding it up to him.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked even as he took it from me.

I nodded. "Are you?"

"Very much so."

"Good." I undid my towel and let it fall to the floor in a very deliberate move.

His gaze dipped and his eyes glazed over with desire, making me feel as if every nerve in my body was on fire all at once.

I headed over to the lounger and laid back, feeling exposed but in control at the same time. His eyes darkened even more as he stepped closer to me.

"No towels on the lounger, hotel rules," I teased.

Zale chuckled. "Well, I wouldn't want to get into trouble with the hotel's boss now, would I?" His towel fell to the ground with a soft thud, leaving him exposed to me in a way he'd never been before, even in the lagoon.

My mouth went dry as I took him in, feeling a stirring deep within me. This was a huge risk in terms of my heart, but right now, that wasn't getting much of a say.

He set the box of condoms down and came closer.

I sat up, reaching out to pull him to me. His lips caught mine almost immediately, with an intensity that made me feel as if I could combust at any second.

His hand roamed downwards, cupping my breast. He tweaked my nipple with his thumb and I let out an uncontrollable moan into our kiss.

He repeated the motion, causing more noises to fall from my lips. I tugged him closer, but he had other ideas and pulled me into position so my legs were hanging off the edge of the lounger.

I looked up, seeing my own need reflected in his eyes.

He went to his knees, and my breathing hitched as I realised exactly what he planned. He leaned in and brushed his lips against the inside of my thigh.

My breathing came fast and furious as he moved up my legs, each kiss leaving a mark on my skin that was going to be impossible to forget. I leaned back, enjoying the sensations even before he reached my centre, I couldn't imagine how it would feel once he did. The anticipation only added to the sensations growing within me and the pleasure shooting through my body.

The moment his hot breath brushed across my centre, I let out a loud cry. He took it as a good sign and leaned in further, using his tongue to trace patterns around my most sensitive spot without actually touching it. The teasing was more intense than I expected, with every touch sending the pleasure within me coiling tighter and tighter, but until he decided to use direct pressure, there wasn't going to be any way to release it.

It became too much for me, and I was balancing on the precipice of a release without being able to go over the edge. "I can't..." I murmured. "Please."

He seemed to understand my meaning and his tongue found the precise place it needed to in order to push me over the edge.

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