Compromised in Paradise (Compromise Me 3)

p; She eyed the evidence and sucked in a breath before looking up at him. “What could I do?” She left her lips parted and slightly puckered from forming the word “do.”

It was all he could do to stop himself from sliding his cock between those inviting lips, but the concept of mutuality dictated he couldn’t start there. Maybe later. After he’d earned her gratitude. “Join me for a swim.” Then, without waiting for her reply, he turned and strode to the pool, taking his time because he felt the heat of her stare slide over his shoulders, down his back, and linger on his ass.

When he reached the edge, he dived in. The water welcomed him with a muffled crash. Immersed, he swam along the bottom, following the slant as it transitioned from deep to shallow. Just as he broke the surface, a splash exploded behind him. He swiped his hair back from his face, turned, and looked for her.

She surfaced a few feet away, her long hair sleek, her body a shifting, indistinct outline of treading limbs. The waterline kissed her chin. She stared back at him, all big eyes and damp skin. Little waves lapped against the sides of the pool. Overhead, palm leaves rustled in the breeze.

He walked toward her, going deeper with every step. The water rose from his waist, to his chest, to his shoulders. At that point he was close enough to reach out and catch her arm, which he did, and pulled her into his space. Not flush against him, but near enough that their bodies bumped here and there from the momentum of the water. He held on to her—ostensibly because he had the advantage of being able to stand at this depth and she didn’t—but mostly because he enjoyed holding her. Her hands settled on his biceps.

“Couldn’t resist?” he murmured.

She nodded. Then, in slow motion, she glided closer and kissed him.

Soft lips. Warm, plush, slightly sweet from the drink she’d sipped in the bar. Instinct urged him to weave his hands into her hair, tip her head back, and take more. But he stifled the instinct, holding back so he could enjoy the way the current bumped her mouth against his. Though she floated mere inches away, their bodies touched at only a few points—her hands on his shoulders, her lips on his. Anticipation pulsed between them like a living thing.

Finally, she sighed and closed in until she could rest her elbows on his shoulders and twine her arms around his head. A hunch of her shoulders lifted her higher. The hard points of her nipples scraped his chest, and they both groaned. Done for, he slid his arms around her waist and fitted her against him. Keeping her lips on his, she dug her heels into his calves and levered herself a couple inches higher. He braced her there, her smooth ass a perfect handful, and gave her his tongue.

She made a needy noise before she closed her lips and used suction to pull him deeper. White-hot need shot from the base of his tongue to the base of his cock. He cupped the back of her head and gave her more—fast and hard, slow and steady, over and over—showing her exactly what he had in store for her. They were both breathing heavy by the time he drew back. Then she squirmed a little, and he realized he had a punishingly tight grip on her backside. Immediately, he relaxed his hold. Since when had a woman wound him so tight he lost track of himself?

Since the czarina.

“Sorry. Hope I didn’t bruise you.”

“Doubtful.” Soft, damp lips brushed his as she spoke. “I don’t bruise easily.”

“I’ll check later, just to be sure. If I find any marks, I’ll kiss them all better.” Right now, he settled for kissing the pulse fluttering at the base of her throat. Against the vulnerable hollow, he murmured, “I like how you swim.”

“I haven’t done it in a while,” she admitted on an unsteady breath. “I might be a little out of practice.”

He raised his head and looked at her. “I’m happy to help you practice. All night, if necessary.”

Chapter Three

Cool air swirled around her body as Nick carried her out of the pool, but she barely noticed because his hot mouth seared a path down her throat. She probably looked like an oversize octopus with her arms and legs all wrapped around him, clinging to his hard body.

But who could blame her, because, good Lord, his body. Every chiseled angle and rippling contour of the man promised pleasure. She could already visualize him over her, balanced on strong arms. He’d have his big feet planted solidly on the ground, or the lounge chair, or wherever they needed to go for maximum traction. And his cock. His glorious cock. Anchored by heavy balls, it jutted proudly. Long and thick and just as athletic as the rest of him, not to mention impervious to humble forces like gravity. Her education and career had honed her appreciation for shape and proportion, and she recognized a masterpiece of both when she saw one. It deserved to be sketched and framed, or better yet, memorialized in sculpture. It deserved to be licked, kissed, cradled in her mouth, and savored. The only thing she wasn’t sure she could do was fuck it, because the wide, blunt head bobbed imposingly against her butt with every step he took, and made the parts of her desperate for attention quiver at the notion of being stretched and filled to capacity. More than she could handle? Maybe, but she was sure as hell going to try. Her orgasm had become a wily thing of late, flitting away every time she thought she had it firmly in hand. She was tired of chasing it alone.

He carried her to the lounge chair, but instead of putting her down, he hitched her higher in his arms and licked a bead of water from the very tip of her nipple. The drag of his tongue pulled every nerve in her body taut. She arched her spine, offering him her whole breast. Shoving it at him, really.

But he still wasn’t in a hurry. He raised his head and looked at her. “More?”

“God, yes. Take two, they’re small.”

That earned her a low laugh. “Small has advantages.”

“Does it?” She shivered as he rubbed his rough jaw along the underside of her breast.

“Uh-huh.” He scraped his way to the other breast. “You won’t be too uncomfortable if they get bounced around.”

“Are they in danger of getting bounced around?”

“It’s a definite risk, because I’m going to give you the kind of unrestrained fucking that guarantees you a flashback orgasm anytime someone asks if you had a good time in Maui.”

Flashback orgasm? She liked the sound of that. Then sound cut out entirely, because he closed his mouth over her other nipple and rolled it between his lips. Electricity speared through her—so intense she bucked against him. The move gave her a breath-stealing ride over rugged terrain, and sensations that had eluded her for months suddenly crowded close. The compulsion to hurry gripped her tighter because she didn’t want to lose them. “Oh God, Rider. I hate to break it to you, but if you do that again there’s a pretty good chance I’m going to come right here.”

He simply hollowed his cheeks to suck more of her breast into his mouth.

Her hips couldn’t be still. She grinded on him. “I-I’m trying to warn you…”