Give Me More--A Sexy Billionaire Romance by A.C. Arthur (detective books to read txt) 📕

you don’t want to miss nightcaps by the pool, do you?” She said over her shoulder, knowing she was playing with fire, teasing him and alluding to what was to come. It was something she’d always done well, something he’d always made sure she paid for later. A slither of excitement inched down her spine at the memory.

RJ got out of the water, too, grabbing his shirt and shoes in one hand before catching up with her. His gaze was hot and intent when he said, “They get half an hour, then you’re coming with me.”

CHAPTER NINE

RJ WAS TRUE to his word. Thirty minutes and another drink later, they were walking away from the pool and heading toward the villas. From what she could see through the darkness, there were at least four in this area, some a little larger, which she presumed meant they had more than one bedroom. RJ’s, she recalled, was on the far left and looked to be a smaller unit.

When they’d come here so he could change earlier, she’d opted not to go inside, instead sitting on one of the lounge chairs outside the floor-to-ceiling wall of glass patio doors. Now he was using his room card to swipe over the security panel, and she watched those doors slide open. He’d left the light on and the drapes partially drawn.

Her flip-flops were still a little wet as she stepped onto the natural-colored wood flooring. The room was bathed in golden light, the walls and furniture a pretty neutral tone. For her, the most intriguing part of this space was the high ceiling, accented with thick beams painted a rich chocolate brown.

“Do you want another drink?” he asked from behind her.

She could hear him moving about as she walked farther into what she presumed was the living room. He’d closed the door and then she heard a swishing sound she assumed was the curtains being closed. Turning slightly, she saw a table with four cushioned chairs surrounding it. A bottle of wine with four wineglasses was in the center.

“Not if you want me to remain coherent,” she said before turning to face him.

He startled her with how close he was, and his arms immediately went around her waist to pull her up to him. “Oh, you definitely want to be wide awake for this.”

There wasn’t a moment to respond before he came in for a kiss, his mouth taking hers in a fierce sweep of lips and tongues. The action took her breath away but she was quick to fall into the groove, lifting her arms to place her hands at the back of his head. His hands were everywhere, up and down her back, cupping her ass, pressing her into his already-hardened dick.

She’d known it was going to be like this. As they’d frolicked in the pool with his family, playing an impromptu game of water volleyball, the sexual tension between them had been ratcheted up to an almost explosive level. Each time he’d brushed past her in the water, his palms moving over her ass or down her spine, she’d felt a little more breathless with desire. When she’d lost her footing and gone underwater unexpectedly, he’d been right there, arms around her waist as they both floated, bodies pressed together. She’d wrapped her legs around him that time and he’d slid a finger between her legs and beneath her bikini bottom for a quick touch to her pussy. Already on the edge of need, Grace had almost come right that second. Luckily for them they weren’t alone in the pool, and the women had a point to prove by beating the men.

But that was over now.

With his palms planted on the cheeks of her ass, he hoisted her up until she was again wrapping her legs around his waist. He broke the kiss and she let her head fall back while he used his teeth to nip along the line of her jaw and down her neck.

“How many bathing suits did you pack?”

The question floated through the haze of heavy arousal in her mind as he began walking.

“Three, no, four, I think.” Truthfully, Grace couldn’t think. Not beyond how good his mouth felt on her skin, or how badly she wanted him inside her at this moment.

“I’ll replace this one,” he grumbled, and seconds later when they were in the bedroom, he set her down.

The sarong and bikini bottom went first. He yanked at both until she heard a tearing sound and all the material fell from her body. To be fair, the sarong was nothing more than a gauzy strip of fabric, and the bikini bottom was even less—two triangles and ties at her hips. She’d picked the sexiest one to wear tonight when she realized RJ would be seeing her in it. The ones remaining in her suitcase were pretty basic one-pieces, because this trip hadn’t been planned to catch a guy and get laid.

His hands were busy on her top now, yanking at the strings until it fell from her breasts to join its companions on the floor. He lifted her again, this time dropping her onto the bed where she did a little bounce before scooting to the center of the king-size mattress.

The bed was in the center of the room facing another wall of windows with the curtains already drawn. More beams adorned the ceiling but she didn’t look at them long. Not when RJ was pushing his board shorts down past his thighs to step out of them. He hadn’t bothered putting his tank top on as they’d walked from the hot tub, so she’d had an unfettered view of his muscled chest for the past hour. She hadn’t realized how much she missed seeing him up close and naked, not until he climbed onto the bed with her.

She pulled him to her so she could get her mouth on his again. This kiss was hotter, slower, wetter as feelings of familiarity engulfed her. Kissing RJ