Page 40 of Ardent Desires

Chapter ten

Unseen Threats

Xander

The second I step out onto the terrace and see her in that bikini, I’m done for. It’s small, way too fucking small—a deep red that clings to her curves like a second skin, barely covering her breasts, and those thin straps around her hips are enough to make my cock twitch in my shorts. She’s standing at the edge of the pool, water droplets sliding down her body, her hair slicked back, and I swear, I’ve never seen anything so goddamn sexy in my life.

Fuck.

I can feel myself hardening already, and I know there’s no way I’m going to make it through this without losing it. My eyes trail over her, from the dip of her waist to the curve of her ass, and all I can think about is getting her alone, tearing that bikini off her, and fucking her until we’re both too exhausted to move.

She notices me staring and bites her lip, her eyes dark with something I recognize all too well. She wants me just as badly as I want her.

I move toward her, my hands itching to touch her, but I’m trying to keep it together. We’re supposed to be relaxing, enjoying this fucking paradise, but how the hell am I supposed to relax when she looks like that?

“Alexander,” she says, her voice soft but teasing, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. She turns around, her ass on full display, and my cock is straining against my shorts, begging for release.

“Ellie,” I growl, stepping closer until I’m right behind her. My hands grip her waist, pulling her back against me, and she gasps, her body going still as she feels how hard I am. “You’re fucking killing me.”

She tilts her head up to look at me, a smile playing on her lips. “Am I?”

“Don’t play with me, baby,” I warn, my voice rough. I press my cock against her ass, making sure she knows exactly how much I want her. “You know what you’re doing.”

She laughs softly, and it’s the sweetest fucking sound. I can’t take it anymore. I grab her hand and pull her into the pool, the cool water doing nothing to soothe the heat coursing through me. She lets out a surprised yelp, splashing water as she stumbles into my arms, and I catch her, pulling her body flush against mine.

Her hands are on my chest, and the feel of her wet skin under my palms is driving me insane. I press her up against the edge of the pool, my mouth crashing down on hers, kissing her hard and deep, my tongue sliding against hers as she moans into my mouth.

I pull away just enough to speak, my lips still brushing against hers. “I’m gonna fuck you right here if you keep looking at me like that.”

She giggles, her fingers trailing down my chest, teasing. “Maybe I want you to.”

Fuck.

I scoop her up into my arms, my patience completely gone. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I carry her out of the pool, dripping wet but not giving a damn. I’m too far gone, my mind clouded with nothing but the need to be inside her.

I take the stairs two at a time, water sloshing everywhere as I kick open the door to our suite and head straight for the bedroom. She’s laughing, her arms around my neck, but the second I lay her down on the bed, the laughter fades, replaced with something darker, more desperate.

I rip her bikini bottoms off with one tug, and she gasps, her eyes wide as she watches me, her chest rising and falling quickly. I’m on her in an instant, kissing her hard, my hands gripping her thighs as I push them apart. She’s so fucking wet, and the second I touch her, she whimpers, her hips lifting off the bed.

“I need to be inside you,” I growl, my cock so hard it’s painful. “Now.”

She nods, her lips parted, her eyes glazed with need. “Please.”

I don’t wait another second. I pull my shorts down just enough to free myself, and then I’m pushing into her, burying myself to the hilt in one hard thrust. She cries out, her nails digging into my back, and I still for a second, letting her adjust to the size of me.

“Fuck, Ellie,” I groan, my forehead resting against hers. “You feel so fucking good.”

She moans, her hips rolling up to meet mine, and that’s all the encouragement I need. I start moving, slow at first, then harder, faster, until I’m pounding into her, her breathy moans filling the room. Her body tightens around me, and I know she’s close.

I reach down between us, rubbing her clit with my thumb, and she loses it, her body trembling as she comes hard, her nails raking down my back. I follow her over the edge, my own releasehitting me like a fucking freight train as I bury myself inside her one last time, groaning her name.

We collapse together, both of us breathless and spent, and I pull her into my arms, holding her close as our breathing slows. I’ve never felt so completely fucking satisfied in my life.

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The next morning, we’re on the plane back home, and I can’t stop staring at her. She’s curled up beside me, her head resting on my shoulder, and I’m completely obsessed with how beautiful she is. Her skin is glowing, her lips still a little swollen from all the kissing, and I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.

“This trip was everything I needed,” I murmur, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “And more.”

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