Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
As the doors of the elevator close, she reaches for me and kisses me. Her kiss is deep, urgent, and hungry; her fingers are in my hair, and her body arches desperately into mine.
When we reach our room, I expect her to head straight for the bed or the shower, but to my surprise she grabs my hand and pulls me out onto our private patio. The rain is beating down steadily now, the ocean is a roar below us, and the air is fragrant with the fresh scent of rain on stone and the faint earthiness from the vineyard just beyond the cliffs.
“Why be afraid of the rain?” she asks, her voice full of wonder as she steps out into it. “I’m with you, so it will most definitely be the best thing ever.”
My heart races in my chest as I watch her.
Her arms are outstretched, head tilted back, eyes closed, spinning slowly in the downpour. Her dress clings to every curve of her body, soaked through and almost transparent now, the fabric molding to her breasts, her waist, the flare of her hips. Water streams down her skin, and her hair is plastered against her neck and shoulders. Tiny droplets catch on her lashes. She looks wild. Free. And so stunning it steals every thought from my head.
I can’t hold back.
I cross the patio in two strides, pull her into my arms, and kiss her hard under the rain. She gasps into my mouth, her hands sliding up my chest, fingers digging into my shoulders as the water pours over us both. In that magical moment, I strip her naked right there.
Water streams over her naked shoulders, down the curve of her breasts, tracing glistening paths over her nipples, her stomach, the sexy curve of her hips. I can’t stop looking. I can’t stop touching.
I lift her.
She’s light in my arms, legs wrapping instinctively around my waist, heels pressing into the small of my back as I press her back against the wall. The rain is still falling over us in steady, relentless sheets, cool droplets beating against my shoulders and back, running down my spine. It mixes with the heat of her body, the contrast making every nerve ending feel alive.
I line myself up and sink into her in one deep thrust.
The fullness is so exquisite it makes my vision blur at the edges.
Tight, wet, perfect heat grips every inch of me as I slide home, stretching her open until I’m buried to the hilt. She gasps at the brutal invasion, the sound loud and lusty, and her nails dig into my shoulders as her walls flutter and clench around me, trying to adjust to the stretch. I hold still for a few long, shuddering moments just to feel the way she pulses around me, hot and slick and so fucking tight.
Then she starts to move.
Her hips roll against me, slow, testing, finding the rhythm she wants. I let her set it, my hands gripping her ass, supporting her weight as she rides me. The rain beats down on us both, cool streams running over her breasts, dripping from her nipples, sliding down the place where we’re joined.
I watch her face the entire time.
Every flutter of her lashes, every parting of her lips, every time her head falls back against the wall, and her eyes squeeze shut in pleasure. I memorize it all. Her breasts bounce with every roll of her hips, water streaming over them, and I lean down to catch one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, tongue swirling around the tight peak as she cries out.
I can’t hold back anymore.
I grip her hips tighter, fingers digging into her soft flesh, and start pounding up into her — hard, deep, relentless. The sound of our bodies coming together is loud and frantic beneath the rain. She’s shaking in my arms, moaning my name, when her eyes roll back as pleasure overtakes her completely.
“Fuck… Ricci…”
The sound of my name on her lips nearly undoes me. I almost slip up and tell her I’m in love with her. The words are right there on my tongue, burning, desperate, aching to be said. But I manage to hold myself back at the last second, swallowing them down with a low groan. Instead, I kiss her, devour her, swallowing every moan, every gasp, every broken cry as I pound into her. My tongue slides against hers, claiming her mouth the same way I’m claiming her body, relentless and hungry.
I fuck her like that until I come hard inside her.
Chapter Sixty-Four
VIOLA
It’s already Sunday. How fast the weekend has flown. We’re on the way back home, and I’m curled up on the wide seat of the private jet like I belong here.
The hum of the engines is a low, steady lullaby beneath us, and the cabin is dim and quiet, just the soft glow of a reading light somewhere behind us. My head rests on Ricci’s chest, his heartbeat a slow, reassuring thud against my ear. His arm is wrapped around me, heavy and warm, fingers idly stroking up and down my back even though he thinks I’m fully asleep.