Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Adrian
My heart is on overdrive when I see Maya strutting out of the room in a tiny white bikini. She has a see-through sarong wrapped around her waist and those delectable hips are giving me heart palpations. Her flawless skin is all shiny from the suntan lotion she just slathered on.
“Jesus,” I whisper as I run my hand over my stubbly jaw. “Now that’s a view.”
“The view is behind you,” she says with a smirk. Those adorable cheeks are blushing, but she puts more sway in her hips as she walks past me to the door.
“Coming?” she asks, raising her eyebrow.
I grin and yank off my shirt in one smooth motion, tossing it onto a chair. “Definitely.”
Her eyes widen a little and she holds her breath as her beautiful honey brown eyes roam over my shoulders, chest, and stomach.
“Did I mention our beach is a topless beach?”
She throws me a sharp look over her shoulder as she slides the glass door open. “Do I look like I was born yesterday, Mr. Drake?”
I shrug my shoulders and shoot her a smirk. “Can’t blame a guy for trying. When were you born?”
I know I’m older than her, but an age is just a number. Ages don’t matter when it comes to how two people feel about one another.
“I’m twenty-four,” she says as we head outside and walk down to the beach. She dips her toe in the pool on the way. “Is that too young for you? Or too old?”
I ignore her flirty smirk. “I’d say it’s just right. Am I too old for you? I’m—”
“Forty-two,” she says. “I googled you.”
“And what else did you find?”
“A lot.”
We hit the beach and I have to stop myself from staring at her breasts that are so jiggly on the uneven sand. It takes all of my focus not to openly gawk in awe at this woman.
“I found out that you’re kind of a big deal,” she says, shading her eyes from the sun as we walk to the water. “Like, billionaire-with-a-B kind of big deal.”
I grin. “Don’t believe everything you read online. Half of it’s made up.”
She squints. “So, you didn’t invent government-grade encryption?”
“Ah.” I glance out at the horizon. “You got to that part.”
She nudges me with her elbow. “Kind of hard to miss. The article made it sound like you’re some mysterious one-of-a-kind tech genius. How did the journalist put it? Tony Stark meets Steve Jobs with a dash of Brad Pitt.”
“It was George Clooney.”
“Right,” she says, snapping her fingers. “George Clooney. So what does government-grade encryption even mean?”
I wonder how much I should tell her. Sometimes I can get too technical and people get a glazed over look in their eyes as I ramble on. I can tell she’s quick and smart, so I give her the medium level explanation.
“It means I built the software that keeps government lines of communication secure. They can talk online without the rest of the world eavesdropping on them.”
“Wow,” she whispers as her eyes float up to my forehead. “That must be quite the big brain you got in there. I’m impressed.”
“It’s all just lines of code up there,” I say with a grin and a shrug. But all of that is quickly getting pushed out of the way to make room for my new obsession. I can’t get over this girl.
I’ve had so many women throwing themselves at me, every kind from all different places, but no one has sparked something inside me like Maya has. I can see the warmth in her. The humor. The loyalty. I can see myself marrying her. I’m already picturing the ring I’m going to buy her.
“You’re too modest,” she says, stopping to pick up a shell. She turns it in her fingers, looking at it as I look at her. “I think it’s amazing what you’ve accomplished. But I just want you to know…”
“What?” I say in a low voice, trying to urge her to say what’s on her mind.
She sighs as she looks up from the shell and hits me with that devastating gaze. I feel it rocking me in my core and grabbing a hold of me.
“I just want you to know,” she repeats. “That that is not why I’m here.”
“You’re trying to say you’re not a gold digger?”
“I’m not,” she says fiercely. “That has never mattered to me. If I’m with a person, I’m with the person. It has nothing to do with what’s in their bank account.”
“Good, because I have about forty bank accounts in twelve different countries,” I say with a laugh.
She rolls her eyes and playfully smacks my shoulder. “You know what I mean.”
“I do,” I say, stepping forward and closing the distance between us. Those eyes drop to my mouth as I take her in my arms and slowly lean in to kiss her. “Whatever the reason, I’m glad you’re here.”
My open hand slides onto her warm lower back as I kiss her slow and steady, deep and passionate.
Her hand curls against my chest as I pull her closer, kissing her harder.
She tastes so damn good. I can’t get enough.
She opens her mouth wider, sliding her tongue along mine.
The desperation and intensity increases with every steamy second our lips are locked together.
Even the waves pick up, coming in stronger and faster like the planet is urging us on and feeling our passion. She’s incredible. She tastes like salt and sunshine, sweet and intoxicating all at once.
Her fingers brush the back of my neck, and every nerve in my body lights up. I pull her closer until there’s no space left between us—just her curves, her soft breasts pressed against me, the soft moaning sound she makes when my tongue grazes hers.
I’m rock hard and she knows it. There’s no hiding my arousal.
I hear her moan when she presses her stomach against it, teasing me, killing me. Turning me on like never before.
A breeze hits our warm sweaty skin, tossing strands of her hair into my face, and she laughs against my mouth. That beautiful laugh slays me—it’s pure, joyful, the sound of everything I didn’t know I was missing.
I deepen the kiss, slow and hungry, feeling the world tilt around us. The waves roll in higher, the water curling around our ankles, cool against the heat of our skin.
“Drinks,” someone calls out from the distance.
I sigh when Maya pulls away from me like she was just caught doing something naughty. Her face is flushed, her hair looking wild and electric in the breeze. I catch a glimpse of her hard nipples pushing out against her bikini top and I nearly pass out.
My girl gives me a sexy little look and then runs into the water, splashing and laughing before diving into the turquoise ocean.
“Where should I put them?” the waiter asks.
I want to tell him where he can put them, but I sigh and point to the pool. “On the bar,” I call out.
He sets up the mixed drinks and bottle of champagne on the bar as my cock aches so hard it hurts.
“Would you be requiring anything else?” he calls out.
“Privacy,” I snap. “I don’t want anyone returning unless we call them.”
“Understood,” he says with a bow.
I keep my eyes on Maya as he leaves. She’s swimming in the ocean, diving under the gentle waves, and enjoying the warm crystal clear water.
Finally, the waiter disappears and we’re alone once again.
I feel like a shark as I walk into the water, my ravenous eyes locked on my girl.
I want her.
Every last inch of her.
I want to devour her whole.
And make her scream in bliss while I do it.
“Is that your parents?” I ask when Maya gets a text on her phone.
“Yeah,” she says as she fires a text back. “They got on a plane home. Everyone did. Well, except the groom and his buddies. They’re probably at the resort getting drunk and hitting on random girls.”
I’m so happy she’s not over there. I want her right where I can see her. Right where I know she’s safe.
This possessive side of me is unexpected and shocking. I didn’t realize I’d be as primal as a caveman when it came to my soulmate. But at the same time, it feels so natural. How could I not be obsessed with keeping my girl secure?
We’re laying on the beach chairs on our private beach, half the pitcher of mojitos gone. The ice has melted in the bucket, but it’s still cool and refreshing to drink.
“So,” she says as she sits up and looks around. “You said this was a topless beach, right?”
I swallow hard as I stare at her, not wanting to do anything to scare her away from this line of thinking she’s got going on.
“It said that on the website,” I lie.
She bites her bottom lip as she looks around again, her cheeks all pink. My cock gets long and hard as she reaches for the knot on the back of her neck. “I don’t want to break any rules…”
My breath catches in my throat as I watch her slowly pull out the knot, her bikini top coming loose.
Fucking hell…
She pulls it off and those delicious round breasts tumble free, natural and spectacular. They’re more breathtaking than anything on this island. More breathtaking than anything I’ve ever seen before.
“Come here,” I say, waving her over. I can’t be apart from this girl any longer. I want her on me.
Her face stills as she gets up, those gorgeous tits swaying free, and she comes over to my beach chair. She sits beside me and I cup my hand on the back of her neck and pull her mouth down to mine.
She whimpers and moans into my mouth as I feel her naked breasts, squeezing and massaging them as my hard cock aches.
She touches my six-pack with a shy hand, but it gets bolder and more confident as she explores my body, running it over my chest and shoulders and jacked arms.
“Yes,” I whisper on her lips as she runs it along the waistband of my bathing suit. She slides a fingertip under the waistband and then adds another and then another. My heart pounds as they push in further, her fingertips brushing the head of my cock, teasing me.
“Grab it,” I command in a dominant tone. “Wrap your hand around my cock, sweet girl. I want you to feel how hard you make me.”
She kisses me deeper, shoving her tongue into my mouth as she reaches in and grips my solid shaft. My whole body comes alive as she holds my hard cock with a firm grip, clenching and squeezing it like she’ll never let it go.