“Things got easier when I stopped being an asshole,” he said, his voice coming out gravelly. He lowered his head, the centers of his eyes the same as the inky sky beyond. “May I kiss you?”
All she could do was nod her head. Imaad pressed his mouth to hers, silky heat filling her, making her weak and gelatinous against the sand. The scent of him from so near was an aphrodisiac, as if Eau de Imaad could be bottled and sold worldwide.
She made a little noise as they kissed, his velvety lips brushing over hers like a dream. His fingers slid up the side of her neck, pressing behind her ear, cementing her to her spot. They kissed until she broke for air, chest heaving as she struggled to process what was happening.
“That was nice,” she said, drawing shaky breaths. “But we’re just pretending with this whole marriage thing, remember?”
He didn’t move away from her, just stroked the side of her neck while he gazed deeply at her. “But some moments are just made for kissing.”
A smile spread across her face. “Aren’t you just Mr. Romance?”
Imaad kissed Annabelle the way he’d been dying to since the moment he laid eyes on her. The penetrating darkness made him bold—he certainly hadn’t planned to make out with her when arranging this trip—but more than that, something about Annabelle begged him to make a move.
He pressed his tongue gently into her mouth, moaning low as she welcomed it, their tongues meeting hesitantly. In the distance, the fire crackled. He squeezed her hip, desperate to explore more of her as need overcame him.
She pushed at his shoulder a little and he pulled back, breathing heavily.
“We shouldn’t do this,” she whispered, but she didn’t sound convinced.
“Why?”
She searched his eyes for a moment. “It just seems wrong somehow. I don’t like mixing business and…pleasure.”
He nodded, unable to move his hand from her hip. He searched her face for some sign that it might be okay to kiss her again, but none came. Squeezing her hip gently, he pulled away, lying back on the sand, desire thrumming through him.
They lay in a tense silence, his heart pounding in his ears. Those kisses wouldn’t leave his lips. He could still smell her, taste her.
He let his eyes drift shut, trying to calm down. When he opened his eyes to take in the sky again, she was above him, eyes wide and desirous.
“I was just kidding,” she whispered, her hand knotting in the fabric of his shirt. “I actually really want you to keep kissing me.”
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He grinned, cupping her face in his hands, pulling her down on top of him. She released a little noise, lips crushed against his. Needy kisses emerged, each one juicier than the last. He pulled her on top of him, the stickiness of their skin forming a seal. He wrapped his arms around her waist, the heat of her pulsing through him, his cock hard and seeking against the waistband of his chinos.
“You kiss too good,” she whispered, tilting her head as he dragged his lips down the side of her face. “It’s not fair. I can’t say no.”
“I can do other things even better.”
She groaned, pushing up from him, locking her legs around his hips. By the faint light of the stars, he saw her grinning down at him.
“Then maybe we should make this our actual dessert,” she said, smoothing her hands over his chest. “A little fun under the stars. A one-time event.”
He moaned a little, grabbing her by the hips, pleased by the way she rocked on top of him. “How could I say no to that?”
Her normally clear eyes were a dark abyss of desire, one that drew him in. Before he could even say anything, she tore her shirt off, revealing those heavy breasts encased in a satiny bra. He trailed his hands up the sides of her waist, fingertips drifting over the smooth fabric. She shivered as he cupped each breast. She was so much woman, and every part of her was divine.
Annabelle was the stuff of his fantasies, and if she wanted to let her guard down for a night, he’d be there to catch her.
A moment later her bra slid off, and he bolted upright, lips seeking a taut nipple. She moaned as he suckled at each breast, her flowery soap mingling with the scent of sand and sweat, a heady combination that rocked him with desire. He grunted as he flexed his hips beneath her, starting a slow roll, looking up at her for confirmation that she felt the hardness.
Her voice shook. “God, that feels good.”
He grinned, smoothing his hands over the swell of her ass, grabbing big handfuls. “We should take this off you.” He tugged at the belt loop of her jeans. “Right now.”
She nodded, pushing off him, wriggling out of her pants quickly. He slid his own pants off, tossed his shirt aside, and pulled her between his legs, her back pressed up against his chest.
“I just want to do one thing first,” he whispered, lust clouding him, searing hot trails through his veins. His hands drifted between her legs. He stroked her inner thigh while dragging fingertips over the damp fabric of her panties. She shivered in his arms, goosebumps rising on her skin. He pressed soft kisses along the back of her neck while he dragged his thumb over the stiff peak of her clit.