Page 80 of The Best Wrong Move

I smile back. “Some things are worth the wait.” I kick my panties off before diving head first into the water.

It feels like a heated bath.

When I reach the surface for air, he’s already in the pool beside me, wrapping both arms around my waist. The heat from his body fills the water, and he pushes back my wet hair, holding my face between his hands, bringing me in for a kiss. We dunk under water while our mouths are still intertwined, then emerge again, dripping wet and starved for each other.

He sweeps me toward the wall, completely weightless in the water, so my back is pressed against the smooth stone. His hard cock is already pushing between my legs, putting pressure right where I want it against my clit. I widen my stance so he can press harder. Our tongues fight each other, tasting and exploring, while his hands start to travel down my body. The warmth of his palms slides across my stomach beneath the water. His fingers slip against my hip bones, drawing a line back and forth between my thighs. I reach under the water and push his hands down, giving him permission to go where we both want him to go, and he tucks a finger inside me, his thumb circling just above my opening, until I want more than just his fingers. I grab his cock in my hand, and push it into me.

“Fuck.” I push into him, then out again, pulling back from his kiss abruptly when I realize I don’t want this feeling to end too fast. “Not in here.”

Without waiting for an answer, he lifts me by my waist and sets me down on the edge of the pool ledge. Then he pushes my knees apart and thrusts his mouth between my legs. It’s instant electricity.

I lean back, my hands against the bamboo deck, spreading my legs wider as he wraps his tongue through the silky folds of my exposed interior, expertly rimming my clit, my lips, my open walls, deeper and faster, as he pushes me closer and closer to spilling over the edge. I moan, then open my eyes, suddenly self-conscious of who might be within eyeshot of us outside.

I manage to speak between gasps and moans. “Can anyone see us here?”

He kisses my inner thigh. “There are no cameras here, if that’s what you’re asking. And it’s completely private.” His eyes take me in, and I feel everything in me tighten as his gaze rolls over the most electrifying parts of me, open and pulsing gently in front of him. “This view right here is all for me.”

I start to feel myself throbbing, begging him silently for more of his mouth.

He kisses me once between my legs, then draws his gaze up again. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Take me.” I’m nearly out of breath as I near the edge of sweet release, like everything in me is drawn tight, ready to unfurl. “Just fucking take me, Dom.”

He lifts himself out of the pool and scoops me up from the edge, dropping me onto one of the nearby lounge chairs. My body is panting for his, my clit practically pulsing at his slightest touch. His skin is slick and warm when he lowers himself down on top of me, pushing himself inside. I gasp at his size, wrapping my arms around his torso to steady myself while I feel his skin glide across every inch of mine. I immediately start to shudder and shake, clenching myself around him.

“Dom,” I moan, “give me every fucking inch of your cock.”

I’m begging for a release — I try to hang on as long as I can, pressing my forehead into his chest. I grab his arms, holding his body over mine, using them to push myself against him harder and harder. In and out. He’s biting at my neck, sending shivers down my entire body, until everything in me explodes, shooting stars into the blackness behind my lids. I hear my voice scream out his name again and again as pulses of ecstasy roll through me, then him, then both of us together.

Even after we’re done, I don’t want him to leave my body. I lie beneath him, kissing his neck, reveling in the feeling of his back muscles bulging under my touch. The weight of him feels secure, like I don’t want him to leave this spot inside me. Possibly ever.

He kisses me where the curve of my neck meets my collarbone.

“I could stay here forever.” I sigh, wrapping my arms around him, breathing in his scent.

“Oh my God.” A glowing smile takes over his face. “Money can buy a lot of things, but I’d give everything I have to stay exactly like this, inside you, until the end of time.”

I hold his cheek in my palm, staring past him into the sky filled with bright white stars. Without leaving me, he reaches over to pick up a nearby plumeria from the pool deck.

Propped up on one elbow, he slowly drags the flower petals across my cheek, gently up to my hairline, down to my jaw, then brushes it along my chin before pulling my lips into his.

“Olivia, the world is yours here. Everything you’ve ever wanted would be yours. Me included.”

I revel in the feeling of his fingertips when they slide the delicate flower behind my ear, tucking it back in place again, right where it belongs. Then he smooths my hair back and kisses my earlobe beneath the bloom.

I smile, allowing myself to picture what a life here with Dom would look like, knowing that, no matter what happens, wrapped up with him like this is exactly where I’m meant to be.

Chapter 54

A few days later, I’m back at the townhouse while Abby is helping me sort through my outfit options on FaceTime. I came back to the rental last night for the last time, just before Quinton and Selma arrived on the island, and I already miss Dom fiercely. Like a piece of me is missing, even though it’s only been one night. I don’t know how I’m going to board my plane to New York tomorrow.

My dinner with them is tonight, and my bed is now heaped with every outfit I’ve tried on for Abby, except the one I’m currently wearing. It’s a white tank with a deep, square neckline, paired with a silky high-waisted sage green skirt that ties across my hip.

“Be honest,” I say to her. “I can’t mess this up.”

“Put the strappy gold sandals back on and let me see it with those.” Her forehead is nearly pressed against the phone screen, as she squints to see me better. I miss her so much, but I get teary at just the thought of leaving tomorrow. If I can get Quinton to agree to produce my film, then I could fully transition my career to film writing right away, leaving my UBN position for good. There’s a lot riding on this pitch tonight, including an easier future with Dom here in Hawaii without having to leave him so soon.

“If only you were here to help me in person.” I slip off the black strappy heels in favor of the gold gladiator sandals I brought from home. Then I wrap each long golden lace all the way up my foot and ankle, finally standing in front of the camera once they’re tied. My phone is propped up on the dresser against a wall, while Pru sleeps in a tiny patch of sun by the bed.

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