Married to the Secret Billionaire

I catch myself on the lockers and right myself, but not before someone bursts through the exterior door of the single room bathroom, a narrow enough room that we’re face to face in seconds.

“Are you all—” Ankor stops dead on the threshold, eyes wide as he takes me in.

Completely naked. Dripping wet.

My lips part in shock, and my gaze drops from his face over his still bare torso, to his swimming trunks. There’s an obvious bulge in them. A fucking huge bulge, that makes my palms itch with nerves suddenly, wondering what’s beneath.

We’re only a foot apart. The room is tight, narrow. He takes a step toward me, and I mirror him, unable to resist, even though I know I should reach for my towel or something instead. My nipples are hard in the air between us, from the freezing shower water earlier, not to mention the chill now that I’m soaked and naked.

His gaze darts from them to my eyes and then down to my parted lips. “Are you all right?” he asks, again, voice tight with something. Restraint, maybe? I can’t tell. There’s that light in his eyes again, dark and hungry, but it doesn’t scare me. If anything, it only turns me on, makes the fire in my veins bank higher.

I feel a pulse between my thighs, and I shiver, aware of how exposed I am. No guy has ever seen this much of me before. But just like in the pool when I floated on my back for the first time, I don’t feel afraid. Not with Ankor.

“I… I’m fine. Sorry, I should—” I start to turn, but he reaches up and cups my cheek.

Before I can fully turn away, he kisses me. His mouth crashes into mine hard, and I gasp, my lips parting and allowing him into my mouth almost before I can remember agreeing to it. My body sinks against his, and I slide my hands up, tentative, tracing my way across those hard, unfamiliar muscles of his. I never knew guys could have this many muscles in real life. I thought it only happened in movies. I trace the ridges even as he groans against my lips and kisses me harder, pinning me back against the wall.

When our mouths part for a breath, my eyes dart to his, hesitant, worried. “I… um…” I swallow hard. “There’s something I should tell you,” I manage to say, which is a miracle considering he’s kissing his way down my jawline to my throat now, cupping the back of my neck with his hand and pulling my body flush against his. I can feel every inch of him. Including the hard press of his cock through the thin fabric of his trunks, digging into my belly, thick and fat.

Fuck.

I can feel my pulse throbbing between my legs, my pussy aching with desire. I have never been this exposed in front of a man before, completely naked, trembling. I’ve never been this tempted to take things further.

But I can’t, I…

“What is it?” Ankor reaches up to catch a wet strand of hair plastered across my forehead. Gently, he tucks it behind my ear. His fingers are calloused; I can feel them as the tips graze my earlobe, and that single, delicate touch sends a trill of pleasure all the way to the root of me.

My breath catches in my throat. The throb between my thighs gets stronger. I feel like my clit is swollen, humming with sensitivity, and my hands itch to reach down between us and trace the edges of his cock, pressed against me.

Ankor’s mouth is inches from mine, and all I can think about is how good it felt when he kissed me, how amazing he tasted, like salt and sea breeze and smoke all at once, a heady scent that’s all him. My lower lip trembles.

“I’m a virgin,” I whisper, afraid the confession will make him shut down. After all, who wants a girl who doesn’t know what the hell she’s doing, especially at my age? All my friends have long since lost their virginity to hookups or first boyfriends. But my first boyfriend, well…

My stomach churns. Don’t think about him. Not here, not now.

I thought I came to Maui to escape. But maybe I came to do more than just flee. Maybe I came here because it would be a fresh start; because I could start to live again.

Maybe this is what I was waiting for all along and I never knew it.

Or maybe Ankor is about to pull away and tell me to stop right now. I meet his gaze with a nervous flutter in my belly.

But if anything, after his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, the heat in his gaze only doubles. He reaches up to cup my chin in one strong, deft hand, and slowly tilts my face up until I have no choice but to lift my eyes to meet his. “You realize that only makes me want you even more, Sinclair, don’t you?”