Chapter 26
CHAPTER 26
I zzy clung to him until her body calmed down.
“Holy shit,” she whispered. “That was—" Words failed her.
“Yeah.” He slid out of her, gazing at her with something like awe.
She giggled, suddenly realizing she was naked. Where the hell had her bikini gone? He reached out and grasped it.
She gave an embarrassed laugh and took it from him. “Better put this on before I get out.” The pool was still deserted, but anyone could come along at any moment.
Izzy climbed out of the pool, her body still tingling. She’d never experienced anything so wanton or so exciting before. Not with anyone.
Now, here was a man whose clothes she really did want to rip off. And had. Literally.
Viper Morgan was everything she’d fantasized about. And more. No way would she ever forget this.
Lying down on the lounge chair, she watched him as he ducked under the water, then pulled himself out of the pool, not using the steps. Water glistened off his muscular body, already tanned from the Mexican sun.
Viper wasn’t traditionally good-looking like Phoenix, but he was rough and rugged and way sexier, in her opinion. She’d worked with enough tall, dark, and handsome model-types for their smooth, good looks to have lost their appeal.
No, thank you. She liked them a bit wild, a bit dangerous, a bit rough. And Viper was all those things.
The sun warmed her body, and as she basked in a post-coital haze, she didn’t know when she’d ever felt so relaxed. Or aroused. The look in Viper’s eyes made her feel like the sexiest girl on the planet.
He came over and sat down on the lounger beside her. “Careful you don’t burn.”
Was the sun shining? She hadn’t noticed.
Actually, he was right. The rays were still intensely hot, and without protection, she’d burn.
Reaching over, she grabbed a bottle from her bag. “Would you mind?”
His eyes blazed into hers. “Sure.”
She lay on her stomach while he rubbed the sunscreen on her back. His touch was gentle, but his hands were rough. She could feel the calluses and scar tissue. Even that was a turn-on. God, she was so hot for this guy.
He smoothed on the lotion, his hands fanning out over her shoulders and then down her sides to the small of her back. Heat radiated through her, and she barely managed not to squirm with excitement.
He squirted some more on her legs, the cold cream a stark contrast to the heat of the sun, or was it his hands? Long strokes, down her legs, then around her butt, to her inner thighs.
She moaned, unable to help it. God, she’d become this wanton woman, on fire for him. His hand slowed. “I think that side is done.”
His voice was throaty. Was he as turned on as she was?
She turned over and stared up at him. He poured lotion on his hands, rubbed them together, then massaged it into her stomach. Upwards and outwards, in big, lazy circles. She shivered as his fingertips brushed the underside of her breasts. Her nipples puckered, begging for his touch.
Still, he rubbed the lotion over her stomach, her sides, and then her chest and shoulders, studiously avoiding her breasts.
Sweet Jesus, she was melting here.
“Touch me,” she whispered, arching toward him.
He knew what she meant. That electric blue gaze left her in no doubt about what he wanted to do to her. Sucking in a breath, he slid his hands under her bikini top and over her breasts. She sighed, closing her eyes. It felt exquisite. He caressed them, kneading them softly until her breath was fast and shallow.
She gasped as his thumbs grazed her nipples. A gentle squeeze and a spark ran through her body, culminating in a warmth that spread through her stomach and down to her loins. Her eyes flew open.
With his thumb and forefinger, he teased her nipples until they were bullet hard. Her chest heaved and her body trembled. Wetness pooled between her legs that had nothing to do with the dip she’d just taken. Only Viper could turn her into a quivering, shaking mess.
When she couldn’t stand it anymore, he ran his hands down her stomach and then her thighs. She writhed under his touch, luxuriating in the sensations flooding her body. He knew just how to touch her to make her melt.
He slipped his fingers under her bikini bottom and ran them over the soft, damp hair. Her pelvis rose toward him, eager and hungry for more.
A half-smile on his face, he moved his other hand back to her breast, where he carried on where he’d left off, while his fingertips parted her pussy lips and slid between her moist folds.
“Oh, shit,” she gasped.
Sex in the pool had been impulsive and erotic, but this was an exquisite form of torture.
“Viper.” She clutched his wrist.
His fingers delved deeper, and she parted her legs to give him better access. His aquamarine eyes held her captive as his thumb circled over her swollen nub.
“Oh…” she moaned, as the pressure built. His hand on her breast was sending shivers down to her core and his fingers were sending little shocks of pleasure upwards until she was a melting, writhing mess on the lounge chair.
Her breathing quickened as the lingering arousal from her past orgasm intensified. Desire built in waves, sending her higher and higher onto the crest. Her breath turned to moans and she heard herself mewing like a cat, but she couldn’t seem to stop.
“Oh, yes…yes… yes!”
He kept the pressure on her clit, kept her rising until she couldn’t get any higher.
“Oh my God!” She gripped his thigh as the wave came crashing down. At the same moment, a group of suited businessmen walked out onto the pool terrace.
Helpless, Izzy cried out, but Viper leaned forward and covered her mouth with his own, muffling the sound. His fingers didn’t stop, but he shielded her body with his own, and she orgasmed beneath him, trembling like a leaf, as the waves crashed over her.