Chapter 2
ALEX
“Are you sure this is okay?” Bella asks.
Leaning against the balcony railing. Her sundress holding on for dear life as it rides up her thick thighs like her clothes know she’s hungry for me. She looks at me over her shoulder. Pouts those perfect lips.
“I don’t want to put you out,” she murmurs.
It’s a struggle to speak. My steel pushes against my pants.
“We’ve got paint. Canvas. All the supplies you need.”
She turns. Rests her back against the railing while facing me. Her cheeks are flushed and red and na?ve. Her eyes are wide and curious. Her pretty lips look ready for kissing. And for other things—for my huge hungry cock sliding between them.
Every time she moves, her gorgeous curvy breasts shift in her sundress. I somehow don’t reach down and press my hand against my pole. Somehow fight that urge. A fucking miracle.
“What about getting back to the village?” she asks.
“I can arrange that for you,” I tell her.
“Are you sure?”
I step forward. Only mean to take one step, but when I smell her perfume, I almost lose it. I close the distance until I’m standing so close to her I could reach out and sink my hands into the voluptuous beauty of her hips. Squeeze to feel her soft flesh give me a little resistance, then yield.
She arches her back. Tilts her head up at me.
She looks shy, excited, cautious and reckless all at once. In other words—so perfect.
“Bella, you need to have more confidence.”
She huffs out a laugh. “How do you know? Maybe my art is cruddy.”
“Nope,” I growl.
Giggling this time. “You seem pretty sure.”
“The way you look at this place, Bella … the passion, the gleam in your eyes.”
“Maybe I’ll try to disappoint you,” she says breathily.
Is she feeling it too? This flood of sudden hunger? This fucking certainty that something meaningful is happening here?
I take a few steps back before I lose it. She’s a soft young thing, too fragile for a man like me. I might break her.
She brushes wavy brown hair behind her ear. Smiles awkwardly. My hand twitches as I wonder if she’s getting wet. If I slid my hand between her legs, would I feel the heat first? Would her slick tight young slit tempt me with fire? Then, would I feel the waterfall of boiling release waiting to blow.
I clench my jaw. Those fucking tits squashed into that dress …
I want to taste her nipples. Learn their shape, their size, their texture.
She’s got a mole on her neck. Wonder if she’s got any other moles. Maybe a few freckle-like ones scattered across her ass or thighs. Making her human and real as I pound into her. Cause her body to sing wetly for me as I fill her up almost until she can’t take it.
She glances down.
Fuck.
She’s seen it.
My prick is doing a terrible job at hiding my need.
She quickly turns away.
Shocked, probably. Wondering if I’m some billionaire pervert who does this with every pretty tourist girl who passes through here.
Hell fucking no.
Just her.
Only her.
“I’ll get the supplies,” I snarl, turning quickly towards the villa.
I pass off the remaining tours to one of my employees. Stand at the balcony doors and watch Bella paint instead.
I was right. Pure talent wrapped in a curvy flawless package.
I’m not sure if she knows I’m here until she turns. Raises her eyebrows. “Disappointed yet?”
“Not even close,” I snap. “You’re amazing. You have something special.”
She rolls her eyes.
“Don’t do that,” I tell her firmly.
“Do what?”
“Look at me like I’m lying to you. Like it wouldn’t be obvious to anybody who sees you work.”
She bites her lip. Fuck. Does she know what that does to me?
It’s easy to imagine her biting it as I slip inside her. As her folds spread slightly and then eagerly for me. As an orgasm builds through her curvy body and makes her thickness shake as I hammer into her.
“Are you an art critic?”
Her sassiness triggers more heat in me. My cock twitches in my pants. I’ve been hard for almost forty minutes straight. That has to be some kind of record.
“I see the passion in each stroke. I see the care you take. I see … you.”
Her cheeks burn even redder. The flush moves down her neck, disappears into her dress. I almost roar as I think about her tits turning the same shade of passion.
Imagine her on her knees, me leaning down. Sliding my precum-slick cock between her gorgeous globes and pumping. And somehow the friction would make her wild.
She wouldn’t be able to stop her small excited hand from moving between her thighs and … Fuck it.
I can’t take it anymore.
I stride across the balcony, stand over her. I’m about to reach down and haul her to her feet when a drunk voice comes from below.
“Hey, sweetheart, you wanna paint me?”
A bark of immature laughter.
“Go on—I’ve got something for you to paint.”
I lean against the railing. Look down. Three frat-looking douches. The big man, the talker, he’s got a backwards cap on and a tight T-shirt to show his gym muscles.
“Don’t fucking talk to her,” I snarl.
He looks at his friends, then lets out another laugh. “What’d you say to me, old man?”
“Don’t. Fucking. Talk to her.”
“Oh yeah? And why’s that?”
“Because I just told you.”
Fear sparks in his eyes. But he doesn’t want to back down in front of his friends. Big mistake.
“I was only going to ask if she did nudes—”
I leap over the balcony, climb down the trellis. The muscles in my back working tirelessly as I scale down then leap the last few meters landing on the ground in front of them. They step back. Awe mixing with fear and a dash of ego.
I grab him by his too-tight shirt, drag him close. Bare my teeth like the animal I am.
Like the animal I tried to outrun by coming here.
“Apologize,” I snarl. “Now.”
His mouth opens and closes stupidly. A whine escapes him. I wouldn’t be surprised if the stupid bastard pissed himself.
“I’m sorry,” he whimpers.
I shake him so hard his teeth rattle. “Not to me.”
He looks up at the balcony, gasping. “I’m sorry. Jesus, please. I’m so sorry!” He tries to pull away from me, his shirt stretching in my firm grip. So I let go and he topples into the dirt.
His friends back away. Hands raised. They don’t want any part of this.
“Now get the fuck off my property,” I growl.
They don’t know I’ve just done them a favor.
Talking to my woman about nudes?
That’s right.
My woman.
She was that the moment I laid eyes on her. On her curves. On her talent. On her wide-eyed naivety and optimism.
The douche scrambles to his feet. Turns. Runs.
I look up at the balcony.
Bella is leaning over the railing. Her eyes are flooded with shock.
But then her lips curl into a smile of gratitude …
And something else.
She looks turned on. Aroused chest rising and falling. Biting her lip again, but this time, like she wants me to notice it. Just like when she walked up the stairs earlier. Shifting that big beautiful ass from side to side.
My cock floods with so much tension it’s about to burst free.