“I’m a sport now, am I?” I whisper, placing my fingers against his chest, the familiar pull of his sexual prowess luring me in. I can’t help but touchhim.
“A really fun one,” he jokes as he presses a kiss against my lips. Max tastes as exotic as he looks, with his bronzed skin and dark eyes. Our kiss soon becomes hungry. The desire we have for one another is unmistakable. That, alongside our love, makes quite an intoxicating combination. I slide my hands over his chest, loving the smooth feel of hisskin.
“Icy, I can’t keep my hands offyou.”
“I don’t want you to keep your hands off me, Max. I want you, all of you. All of thetime.”
“My, that’s a little greedy, isn’tit?”
“What can I say, I have a largeappetite.”
“It’s just as well.” He grins, the white of his teeth startling against his tan. In this light, his dark brown eyes glimmer like Tourmalinegemstones.
“Our job is to satiate that appetite and, given Bryce and Hud are busy being Spiderman right now, I guess it’s my job today.” He leans over, pulling the tie of my bikini strap at myneck.
“What are you doing, Max?” I ask, knowing perfectly well where this isgoing.
“Just helping you get a more even tan,” he says, pressing a soft kiss against my collar bone whilst his hands smooth around my back and untie the string there too. The bikini top falls away into the water. I watch it float for a moment, then sink slowly beneath thesurface.
“You’ve fulfilled your quota already today, I think,” I say, recalling our lovemaking from not more than an hour earlier. “Besides, I do kind of fancy a boat trip to Railay. It’ll be good to surprise Bryce andHudson.”
“I’ve already ordered a boat. We’ve got an hour,” Max says, bringing his hands around to cup my breasts. My mouth parts as he presses the pad of his thumbs against my nipples. He captures my bottom lip gently in histeeth.
“Another hour, eh? I’ll need to getready.”
“I love your mouth,” he says, ignoring my remark. Clearly there is only one thing on Max’s mind rightnow.
“I know, Max,” I say with a smalllaugh.
He chuckles. “You probably have the best lips I’ve ever had the pleasure ofkissing.”
“Probably?”
“Scratch that. You have the best fucking mouth, the fullest, most kissable lips.” Max runs a finger over my bottom lip, pulling at it gently, then he slips his finger into my partedmouth.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Icy. Fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough ofyou.”
He bends over, lowering his mouth over mine. He groans, the sound of his adorationintoxicating.
“Jester,” I whimper, gripping the back of his head, encouraging him to deepen the kiss. Damn it to hell, we do have an hour to kill. May as well make the most of it. I swear I have literally no resolve around thesemen.
Max releases me from his teasing mouth, places his arms on the side of the pool and climbs out of the water. He leans down, holding his hands out to me. I take them, and he lifts me up withease.
“This needs to be taken to the bedroom, Icy,” he says. Then he bends over, scoops me up and throws me over hisshoulder.
“Hey,” I squeal, giggling with delight. Thank God there’s a private beach behind us with no one on it, otherwise the other holiday makers would be very entertained right about now. Max slaps me playfully on the arse and strides towards the bedroom. He doesn’t lie me down on the bed as I expect. Instead he places me on my feet and backs me against thewall.
“I need to fuck you,” he grinds out, pressing a hard kiss against mylips.
“So, what are you waiting for?” I ask, trailing my fingers through hishair.
Max pulls at the ties of my bikini bottoms and rips them from me before he slides down his own swim shorts. His hand curves over my arse and along the back of my thigh, lifting it up. I hook my leg around his waist, the other still on the floor. Then he pushes into me with one quick thrust. We fuck, and it is hot and frantic and goddamn sexy. Max kisses me the whole time, only removing his lips from mine when he calls my name as he comes. Then he rests his head against my shoulder, breathing deeply, waiting for his pulse to return to a steadybeat.
“Damn it, Icy,” he says, slowly pulling out ofme.
He presses a sweet kiss against my lips and takes my hand, walking with me into the bathroom. He turns on the shower and we step under the spray. I allow him to wash me, my body, my hair. He is exceedingly gentle as he massages my scalp. Then, once he’s done, he kneels in front of me and takes me in his mouth. It isn’t long before I’m screaming his nametoo.