Page 49 of Consequence of One Reckless Night

But the aimless driving hadn’t soothed him, so he drove back home.

The house was dark and quiet as he made his way to the guest bedroom which he’d begun to use since his wedding day, and quickly changed out of his clothes. Certain that Raquel would be asleep, he climbed the stairs to the rooftop pool, where he slid, naked, into the deliciously warm water and began to swim.

But even the rigorous exercise didn’t quiet his mind, and he swam to the edge of the pool, where he looked out at the sea, wondering how he was going to repair his life—and Raquel’s.

Suddenly, the hair on his body stood up as the air around him sparked with electricity.

She was here!

He swirled around, his eyes clashing with beautiful brown ones brimming with tears.

“Why’re you avoiding me?”

Her tearful question had him clenching his fists. He didn’t like seeing tears in her eyes, and he certainly didn’t like the fact that he had made her cry.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” he shot back, looking over her shoulder.

Finding her clothes bundled at the end of the pool, his eyes immediately flew back to her. There were no straps on her shoulders. Was she naked?

“Why do you say that?” She swam closer, her long hair spreading out around her.

Alexandre felt his control slip as he grappled with the knowledge that she was naked and ripe for taking.

“I heard you speak to Ana on the morning of the wedding.” Her eyes grew wide as her lips parted on a silent gasp. “You told her you didn’t want me.” He trembled with rage recalling the conversation he’d overheard, but it was lust that hardened his shaft beneath the water. “If you hate me so much, why did you come to the chapel? Why marry a man you detest?”

“You know why we married.”

“The child, yes. I know.” Her answer extinguished what hope he’d nurtured in his heart. Why had he hoped she would deny saying those words? “Now that the deed is done, I won’t impose myself on you.”

He struck out, swam away from her but she followed him. Hearing her sure strokes behind him, hope flickered anew. Reaching the shallow end of the pool, he turned around, planting his feet firmly on the tiled floor of the pool.

Water sluiced off his body as he stretched out his arms and laid them on the rim of the pool, waiting to see what she was up to. His eyes gleamed with unholy heat when she swam up to him, and came to stand in front of him, not caring that her breasts were now exposed as she stood unsteadily in the shallow water. Water glistened on her upper torso, but the brown beaded tips of her breasts held his attention as they hardened into tight nubs right in front of his eyes.

“How much of our conversation did you hear?”

He tore his eyes off her breasts and looked at the slip of a woman who dared to question him. A glimmer of admiration sparked inside him. She was every bit worthy to be a Monteiro wife. She was beautiful and—brave.

“Enough to know that you didn’t want to marry me.” He couldn’t keep the disappointment out of his voice, and it angered him that he was feeling quite vulnerable.

Water lapped around him as Raquel stepped closer, her breasts brushing against his chest, sending heat spiraling through his naked body and yet, he maintained a façade of control, when all he really wanted to do was haul her against him and crush her mouth under his.

“If only you’d heard the rest of that conversation.”

His eyes glinted when she tilted her head and looked at him. Her lips were moist and parted and he wished they would stop this verbal sparring and get down to business.

“Why? What would I have heard?”

His throat became dry as heat leapt in her eyes, flushing her cheeks dark.

She reached out and slid her arms around his shoulders, an action that lifted her out of the water, exposing her breasts fully. Hot lips scorched his skin as she kissed his throat, her breasts pressed tightly against his chest, the hardened tips poking his flesh while she clambered atop him, her slender legs wrapping around his equally naked body.

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Raquel let out a moanas his naked flesh met hers, his shaft jerking against her belly. She wound herself around him, her limbs tightening around him, fearing he would push her away.

“Kiss me, please,” she begged shamelessly. “Please, I want you. Please...”

His lips slammed down on hers, kissing her with such voracious hunger that she could do nothing but submit to him. Her body burned as he cupped her bottom and encouraged her to rub her feminine flesh against his rock-hard abs. Throwing her head back, she let out a keening moan as first tendrils of pleasure brushed her insides. The water was warm on her body, but cool wind brushed against her naked torso, making her shiver against the heated body of her husband.

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