Chapter 6

Watching Violet experiencethe Hemingway House had been a sight to behold. If they’d known each other better, he would have taken her back to the hotel, laid her out, and fucked her senseless. No, for the first time in his life, he wanted to make love. He wanted to spend hours between her thighs, figuring out what she liked. What turned her on and what made her come apart. Then he’d do it over and over again.

Damn, he had it bad.

Instead of taking her back to the hotel after lunch, he reminded her of their shopping trip. Thinking about it now, he was a fool. How the hell did he expect to make it through her modeling all those suits and not touch her? This gentlemen shit is for the birds. But if he wanted any kind of relationship with her, he’d do whatever it took to make her understand he meant to have her.

“I’m not so sure about this, Roman. What if people, you know, see me?” she asked as they walked into the small boutique near the beach.

He hated hearing the vulnerability in her voice. “I want them to see you. I want them to know you belong to me.” He patted her ass.

Together, they strolled around the store. Every so often Violet would stop and grab a swimsuit off the rack. Some were bikinis; others were one-pieces. He grabbed a blue-and-white polka-dot suit and held it up to her. “I like it.”

“You would.” She snorted, taking it from him.

“That’s not a no,” he said.

“I’m living a little.” She turned away from him and went back to shopping. “How do you feel about tankinis?” she asked.

“With my figure? No way, but on you,” he teased, “sure.”

“Silly.” She shook her head at him while he watched over her. She bit her lip and looked around after grabbing a few more things. “I think I’ve got everything.”

Strolling over to her, he grabbed the hangers out of her hands and looked through what she’d picked out. Nothing popped out at him. Nothing said she was being daring. “I think you need a few more.” He proceeded to search through different racks, pulling out suits left and right. He came upon a black bikini and grinned.

“Perfect. What do you think, Vi?” He held the garment up to her.

“I don’t know,” she hedged before closing the distance between them. “I like it, but I think it’s too big.” She went through the rack and found a smaller size. “Better.”

“Are you ready to try them on?” Roman asked.

“I’m not sure this is a good idea anymore.” Her gaze shifted around the store. “What if we get caught?” she whispered. “You know, while I’m modeling the suits for you.”

“We’re not going to get caught,” he said, guiding Violet to the dressing room. “Stop stalling, woman, and show me what you’ve got.” He took a seat in a plush chair just inside the changing room area.

Violet walked into the changing room and glanced at him as he sat back, his legs stretched in front of him, crossed at the ankle. After closing the door, she latched it before trying on the first suit.

“This is not going to work,” she grumbled. “My boobs aren’t big enough.”

“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?” he replied, shifting in his chair.

“Roman,” she whined. “I don’t wanna.”

“Chicken.”

Her frustrated sigh echoed in the room. The latch on the changing room unlocked, and the door opened. “If you laugh at me, I’m going home.” She stepped out of the room, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, her arms wrapped around her exposed midriff. The blue polka-dot top was a little big on her; however, it cradled her breasts perfectly.

“Violet,” he murmured. “Let me see you.” Her gaze locked with his. The uncertainty in her eyes broke his heart. “You don’t have to hide with me.”

She stood up a little taller and uncurled her arms. With each passing second, another inch of her creamy flesh was exposed to his perusal. “I-I d-don’t like it. It’s too...little. I feel naked.”

“Sweetheart, you look amazing. You’re right, though. The suit is a little big, but you have nothing to be insecure about.” He took in her toned, lithe form and bit back a groan. His mouth watered at the prospect of being able to taste her skin.

“Can I change now?” She shifted from foot to foot under his scrutiny.

“Yes. Show me one of those one-piece suits.”

With a nod she scurried back into the changing room. A few minutes later, she stepped out wearing the white and coral suit. It hugged her body, defining her curves with little diamond cutouts on the sides. He motioned for her to spin around. Slowly she revealed the back of her suit. His breath hitched. Backless, the high cut of the suit accentuated her ass, lifting the already firm flesh.

“Well, what do you think?”

“This is a yes. We’re getting you this one,” he growled. “Fuck, you’re hot. Try on another one, baby.”

Violet grinned. “As you wish.” She bounded over to the dressing room and closed the door, only to step back out a few minutes later wearing another bikini. “I like this one. What do you think?”

The black two-piece swimsuit cupped her tits, lifting them slightly. He gripped the arms of the chair he sat in so as not to attack her. Nevertheless, when she spun around, he couldn’t resist any longer. The bottom exposed her ass, teasing him with each shift of her hips.

“Oh, sweetheart.” He stalked her. “I think you need this one too. How many more do you have to try on?”

She retreated. For every step he took forward, she took one back. “Like five, I think. Why?” She touched the wall next to her changing room. “Um, what are you doing?”

“Showing my appreciation for trusting my opinion,” he crooned, bending his head so he could inhale her sweet scent. “Don’t you want to know physically how much I like your choices?” His lips brushed across her cheek while his hands gripped her hips.

“But we’re in public,” she whispered. “What if someone sees us?”

“That’s the thrill, baby. Walk on the wild side with me.” He led her into the changing room and sat on the bench along the back of the stall. “Don’t make a sound.” He tugged her arm, so she straddled him. She rubbed her little pussy against his cock, and his groin tightened even more. His heart raced. Never had he experienced anything like this. He toed the door, so it closed, securing them from prying eyes.

Roman devoured her with a kiss, taking what he’d craved from the moment she’d agreed to model the suits for him. He feasted on her, plundering the recesses of her mouth. Their tongues tangled as he pulled on the different sets of strings on her top. The flimsy material fell to the floor, exposing her to his gaze.

Violet gasped. “Roman.”

“Shhh, just a taste,” he said, staring up at her. Roman drew her nipple into his mouth and bit down on the hard peak. He groaned. Skin so soft filled his mouth as he palmed her other breast and squeezed. “So perfect,” he whispered against her skin.

He pressed kisses between her tits, then up to her collarbone. He laved the hollow of her throat and made his way over to her right breast. He licked and sucked on the bead, biting down on the exposed peak. The sound of Violet’s soft moans shot straight to his dick, and it pulsed with need. Unfortunately, this wasn’t about him. If he was ever going to get through to her, show her he meant what he said, he had to man up and prove it. This was all about her. About establishing trust.

“Please,” she sighed, dragging her fingernails through his hair.

“I like it when you say please,” he murmured. “Tell me what you want.” He worked the knots on her bottoms before slipping the fabric from her body. The wet heat of her pussy seared his groin. Being a good guy really sucked sometimes.

“I don’t know,” she said, holding him to her. “It’s...it’s never felt this good before. Everywhere you touch me feels like sparks of electricity skittering over my body. It’s intense.”

“Bet you’re wondering if that no-sex clause you have is worth it right now, huh?” He shifted her hips over his and groaned. “Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me, baby.”

“Yes,” she sobbed.

“Then you’re in for a treat. Stand up for me.” He helped her up, holding her steady as she stood before him naked. The bench was the perfect height for what he had planned. “Put your foot up on the bench for me.”

When she complied, he took his fill of her. He memorized the way her pussy glistened under the lights of the room. The way her clit throbbed, begging for his attention. Her nipples stiffened even more under his inspection. Now the fun would begin.

* * * *

Violet couldn’t believewhat was happening. How or why she allowed him to undress her, she didn’t know. Nevertheless, when his tongue swiped through her folds, the whys of the situation no longer mattered. She threaded her fingers through his hair, anchoring herself to him as he nibbled and swirled his tongue around her clit.

He teased her. Tempted her. Drew out her arousal with each touch. He drove her insane with his tempered kisses and gentle licks. She moaned, tugging on his hair. “More. Give me more.”

Now that she’d gotten a taste of how Roman could make her feel, she knew she’d be addicted to him for the rest of her life. It should have scared her. Instead, it shot a bolt of lust crashing through her. She wanted him. Wanted this. For so long, she’d watched him. Coveted him. Desired him. She wondered what it would be like to covered by his muscular body and filled with his dick.

As if knowing what she was thinking, he pressed his finger into her. Violet clenched. Instead of the pain she expected, there was only pleasure. Roman used his tongue to trace a figure-eight pattern around her clit while working his finger in and out of her. He never stroked her clit. He purposely avoided it. Adding a second finger, he curled them on the way out, caressing the sensitive tissues of her vagina.

Her breathing grew rapid. Her heart pounded. Her belly coiled with expectancy. Everything on the inside of her tingled to life. Oh God. He’s trying to kill me. She rolled her hips, encouraging him to take more from her. He drew her clit into his mouth and sucked on it, then lashed it with his tongue. She stiffened. His fingers pumped in and out of her faster, building the pressure inside of her, pushing her toward something bigger than her. Something cataclysmic.

“Miss,” the attendant called out. “Miss, are you okay?” She knocked on the door. “Miss.”

Violet stilled.

Putting his finger to her lips, he removed her leg from the bench and pulled his fingers from her. Standing up, he crowded her against the wall and burrowed his face in her neck. “Tell her you’re fine and you’ll be out in a minute.” He kicked her legs apart before cupping her sex and inserting his fingers back inside her. “Do it without giving any indication of what we’re doing in here, and I’ll make you come so fucking hard you’ll see stars.”

She clamped down on his intrusion, and a rough groan passed his lips. “I’m fine,” she said. “Just trying on all these suits.”

“Right. Do you know where your friend went? He’s not sitting in the chair,” she said. Skepticism filled her tone.

“Maybe he went to the bathroom,” Violet replied, riding Roman’s hand.

“All right. Well, when you’re ready,” the attendant said, “I’ll be happy to ring you up.”

“Great. I appreciate it.” Violet’s head fell back, and her eyes fluttered closed. The man meant to kill her. Utterly destroy her without a second thought.

“Good job, baby.” He kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. The taste of her cream on his tongue was spicy and different, not revolting as she might have suspected. “Ready to come for me?”

Damn straight she was. “Yes.”

He added his thumb to the mix, rolling her clit while he finger fucked her. His pace quickened. He leaned down and captured her nipple once more, torturing the sensitive bead. She didn’t know which way was up. All she could do was hang on for the ride.

“Give it to me, baby.” He groaned. “I want to feel you come around my fingers.”

Roman added pressure to her clit with each swipe of the nub. His fingers brushed the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of her once more. Everything detonated in an instant. At the same moment, his lips crushed hers. He swallowed her screams as she climaxed in his arms. Her body shook and shuddered through the maelstrom of emotions washing over her. He pressed on her clit once more and rubbed it, setting off another wave of orgasmic bliss.

For long moments he held her against the wall, whispering something—what, she didn’t know. Quite frankly she didn’t care either. All she did care about was the two orgasms he’d wrung from her without much effort.

“Wow,” she said, her tone breathless.

“Better than I ever imagined it’d be,” he murmured. He lifted his hand and licked his fingers clean. Her pussy clenched again when he moaned. “You taste like heaven, baby. Thank you for trusting me.”

“Y-you’re welcome,” she answered. “What about you, though?” With his body pressed to hers, she felt the outline of his thick erection.

“A little pain to see you in the throes of passion was well worth it. I’ll be fine.” He shrugged before opening the door. “Why don’t you get dressed, and I’ll return to my perch out there.” He pointed to where he’d been seated.

“Sure.”

“Don’t forget, we’re getting all the bathing suits you tried on with the exception of the first one.” He winked and left her alone, naked and dazed.

Holy shit. What have I done?

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