Page 100 of Whirlwind

“Thank you, we will.” Beck’s gaze remained fixed on the panoramic view of the sea. Elena nodded, a smile perched on her lips as she and her team disappeared from the villa.

Beck grinned. “We need champagne.”

“What should we drink to?”

“All of it. Getting here, being here. Us here together.” His eyes flashed at me as he swiftly ripped the foil from the mouth of the bottle. With thepopandfizzof the cork opening, an electric pop fizzed in my veins.

Us here together.

Beck poured the frothy, pale-golden liquid in the delicate crystal glasses. We raised our champagne to the sea, the sky.

“This is crazy. It’s so beautiful, so…”

“It is.” He raised his glass at me. “To every moment. Here and now.”

“Every moment. Here and now,” I repeated.

We drank. The cold wild wine filled my mouth. Crisp. A flair of sweet. He leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips. My hand went to his face, stroking the slight scruff on his jaw. We grinned together. Beck emptied his glass and ripped off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, his socks.

A giggle erupted from my lips. “What are you doing?”

He tore off his cargo pants and boxer briefs. “Sealing this moment. We drank, now we dive.” His golden tattooed body shimmered in the sun. I blinked at all that California sun-kissed male perfection. Beck naked in Greek island sunlight.

Apollo who?

My flesh heated, my breath heavy as he stalked toward me, all taut muscles and sharp curves. His cock bobbed with every step. That cock. It was mine. At least, for now.

Stinging heat swirled in my insides, my pulse jolted. Was this what it was like in those Greek myths when Apollo or whichever arrogant male god got hot for an innocent mortal maiden and he would ravish her…yes, that was the word. Oh, to be ravished by Beck Lanier.

Ha.I already had been, and there was plenty more ahead.

Beck took the champagne flute from me and gulped down what remained, his fierce bright gaze on me. That zing sizzled and exploded inside me.

“I think I just came,” I whispered.

He laughed loudly, his head thrown back, and that rumbling sound seared through me. “Don’t leave me out of that experience, babe. Get naked.” He branded my cheek with a brush of his wet tongue, and I gasped, giggled.

He dove into the pool, slicing through the water. A graceful powerful animal. I ripped off my shirt, kicked off my shoes, my jeans. All I knew was that I wanted to be possessed by him under this sun, in this holy bluer than blue water here and now. He broke the surface, his open mouth dipping in the water. He waited. Waited for me.

I unhooked my bra and let it drop to the ground, tugged down my panties. His eyes glowed bright teal that gleamed over the indigo of the pool. I dove in, swimming toward him. His hands came up around my waist, bringing me close. Our bodies tangled.

This.

This.

Oh my dammmmmmn.

His lips sought mine and we kissed, gentle, tentative. Tasting, feeling. All of it tumbled me back to our explosive nights together. We hadn’t kissed the whole trip here, not once, and every brush of our hands or shoulders on the flights over had stirred that sweet liquid heat in me. I’d simmered.

Now, I boiled over.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, my tongue plundered his mouth. He hoisted my legs around his middle, his stiff cock a rod between us. He let out a groan at the sensation of our bodies grinding against each other, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks, keeping me close. My boobs pressed against the plains of his muscular chest. Our tongues demanding, our bodies sliding against each other.

I’d never ever felt this kind of need before, this sort of hunger. It was blinding, melting, I didn’t know anymore where I ended and he began. I only wanted to be one with him, be in him, burn with him.

“Oh fuck yeah!” came a voice.

Beck’s grip on my flesh deepened painfully, and he swiveled us around, bringing me lower in the water behind him. A man with thickly coiled hair stood at the edge of the pool.

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