Giving in, I lower my face to hers so that we’re looking each other in the eyes. “This ends the moment we leave this island. We can’t carry on like this once we’re in Reyfield.”
She looks at me from under her long lashes, giving me a docile smile. “Of course. It ends the moment we leave this island,” she promises, echoing my words.
A weight rolls off my shoulders. I grin back at her and my hands smooth over her perfect ass. I snap my wrist back and strike my palm sharply against her soft bottom. She yelps and quickly covers her sinful lips to contain the sound.
I take her by the hand. “Come on, you bad little Kitten. Let’s have some fun.”
Chapter 14
Evangeline
I run down the beach, across the sand and straight into the ocean. I shriek at the coolness of the sea as the water chills my limbs. Raphael advances at a much slower pace with his hands deep in the pockets of the trunks hanging low on his hips.
The slight frown on his lips and the lack of zeal in his steps betray his reluctance. Mr. Park Avenue Penthouse doesn’t want to get wet. I chuckle internally.
“Come on!” I shriek, bending over and collecting seawater in my cupped hands.
He stands on the edge of the water, almost cautious as the waves rush up the shoreline to kiss his toes. He’s a sophisticated, urbane man who looks like a billion dollars in a business suit but underneath those expensive clothes is a body built for primal endeavors.
His shoulders are corded with strong muscles, his biceps are perfectly rounded, his carved torso covered in fine silver hairs is the epitome of masculine sensuality. And did I mention the unexpected tribal tattoo on his shoulder?
He moves with the smooth fluidity of a panther. He looks dangerous and delicious and I want his damp skin pressed against mine.
I want to feel the outline of his cock under the thin material of his trunks. I want his fingers slipping under the fabric of my bikini and making me come right here in the middle of the ocean.
“Don’t you dare splash that water on me,” he threatens with a smile on the edge of his lips.
My grin widens at the warning.
He must see the mischief in my eyes because now he has one hand sticking out protectively in front of him. “Eva…”
I love when he says my name like that. I love the way his eyes darken on my frame. “What’s the problem? Don’t want to mess up your billion-dollar hair?” I tease.
“I swear to you, if you dare –”
“What are you gonna do?” I challenge as I lift my arms with a rapid swoop, heaving water at his rippling torso.
He shudders all over when the cold water hits his skin. Frozen in place, he stares at me in disbelief. He didn’t think I’d actually do it.
And then he snaps. “Oh, you’re in trouble now!” he roars. He streaks into the ocean, chasing after me.
Shrieking, I try to get away but there’s only so far I can go especially with the weight of the tide working against me. His arms circle my waist and he tackles me, dunking my entire body into the cold ocean.
“Aaahhh!!!” I yelp and brush the salty water from my eyes as I try to snake my way out of his hold. I kick up my legs, causing water to splash all around and I wiggle my shoulders in a futile attempt to loosen his powerful grip. But I’m fastened against his hard chest, a prisoner in his arms. He’s the one chuckling now.
And wow, he feels good with his body flush against mine, his heart beating against my back. I give up on my shrieking and his laughter fades away and now he’s just holding me, his breath tickling my neck.
His arms are tight around my stomach as our bodies grow hotly aware of each other. My fingers intertwine with his. Revelling in the feeling of his pulsing masculinity, I lean my head back against his chest and I savor the power of his body, barely contained beneath his smooth, tanned skin. He tilts my face with his pointer.
“Eva…” His face lowers to mine and our lips touch. His tense shoulders slacken as we relax into the soft, languid, sweet kiss. When my lips part for air, his tongue sweeps into my mouth.
The kiss intensifies and I groan. Raphael spins me around and my arms lock around his neck as the waves crash softly all around us and the sun shines down on our backs.
I fasten my thumbs into the waistband of his trunks and he just keeps kissing me, his tongue hooking and curling around mine.
I wonder if his knees feel as weak as mine do. I wonder if he has butterflies going crazy in his stomach, too. I wonder if his head feels light. I wonder if he feels like he’s falling in love.
Eva!
I silently chastise myself for yet again getting carried away. This is just a fling. A few hours tucked away on a private island where no one would find us even if they looked. We agreed that this would end the minute we step back into the real world, where he’s my father’s best friend, two decades older than I am.
This is supposed to be fun. Nothing more.
So, I quietly resolve to make it one heck of a day.
He’s still lost in our kiss. He doesn’t see it coming when my fingers tighten on the fabric of his swim shorts and yank it down with all my force, revealing the mass of taut muscles beneath. His eyes pop open as he’s jerked from his daze. He blinks down at me with a cloudy expression that eclipses the sun and for a second, I fear that I’ve taken my mischief too far.
Uh-oh…
His head pivots slowly as he peers around for any onlookers. Aside from a small fishing boat zooming by on the horizon, we’re all alone. Our villa is the only building on this side of the island. But one of the other guests could come jogging around the bend without warning.
Raph is a cautious man, probably still programmed from his years in the military. The fortress he maintains around himself is made of unshakable boulders. I’m afraid that I may have just pushed him too far outside his comfort zo–
His arms sweep up behind me and I feel a tug at my back. Next thing I know, my bikini top goes flying through the air before being swallowed up by the current.
His growl comes from deep in his chest. “Two can play that game, Little Miss Mischief.”
I challenge him as trouble sparks wickedly in my belly. “Then, let’s play it.”
I leap up and twist my legs around his narrow waist, rocking my pelvis against the throbbing column of lust hanging between his thighs.
He pushes his hand under the string of my bikini bottoms and gives my ass a rough squeeze. My pussy trembles instantly. God, I love this.
As his fingers play between my legs, my hands slide over his slick back and I kiss the tattoo on his shoulder. I cling to him as fireworks begin to go off inside my body. One after the other, the tiny explosions detonate at my core. I bite down on his firm pectoral to keep from screaming.
I ride his fingers until my orgasm subsides, fading into the waves. When I’ve recovered, Raphael leans back, looking down into my eyes. I swallow hard against the surge of emotions that rises in me when he looks at me like that.
I want it to mean something. His kisses, his touches – I want it to mean that this thing between us will last beyond our time on this island. This crush is morphing into something more, something deeper. Maybe he feels it, too.
“Come, Eva,” he says as he walks us back toward the shore. “I want to take you to my bed and fuck you.”
Those commanding words are music to my ears. Can’t we stay on this island forever?
Chapter 15
Raphael
The warm Caribbean breeze skirts in through the open shutters causing the feathery white curtains to billow around.
I’ve got Evangeline spread out on the mattress, damp hair spilling across the pale blue sheet like a wave of sunshine. Her skin still damp and salty from the ocean, those curves put the sprawling landscape of this paradise island to shame.
She looks up at me and those captivating blue-green eyes twinkle, eager and willing.
“Verdant Sky…” I murmur to myself as the answer finally dawns on
me.
She looks confused. “What?”
“The color of your eyes. That’s what I’m calling it. Verdant Sky.”
Giggling, she says, “That’s what you’re thinking about right now? I’m naked and drenched for you, and you’re thinking about the color of my eyes?”
“Your eyes are probably the most sensual thing I’ve ever seen.”
“You’re awfully sentimental, Raph.” Her fingers dance down my torso before clasping around my needy shaft and sliding along the latex already sheathing me. “But right now, I just want you to fuck me.”
A laugh bubbles into my throat. She challenges me. Not many people in my day-to-day do that. I’m surrounded by yes-men in expensive suits. But her, she tests my hard edges with her soft touch. My little kitten is fierce, fearless.
I move down her body. “You don’t know all the things I want to do to you, Eva.” My voice is gritty with need.
She thrusts her hips closer. “Show me…”
In my haze of arousal, I can hardly think straight, and Eva’s carefree invitation sparks something wild in my blood.
She gasps in breathy anticipation as I drop that first kiss to the soft hollow of her belly. The wispy sound tickles its way down my spine. My mouth wanders lower and lower, searching for that pot of sweetness that I’ve been dreaming of since I tasted it for the first time last night.
Eva whimpers softly, rising up onto her elbows and looking down at me as my mouth swipes over her mound. Knowing that she’s watching me while I eat her pussy, that makes my cock even harder. Her brows draw down into the middle and her lips pucker as she breathes hard and heavy. Her sexy expression, her pleading little sounds goad me on.
Bracing the insides of her thighs, I spread her wide, taking full access. My tongue darts out and sinks into her folds. I press a finger to her clit and she rides it, making eager, little circles with her hips.
Her eyes are still on me, hooded and sparkling, fluttering at the sensations I’m provoking just beneath her skin. I crave the sound of her voice, I want to hear her as I bury my face at her core, eating my way to her satisfaction. “Tell me how it feels, Eva. Tell me that you like it.”
“I-I-” Unable to speak coherently, she gives up, flopping back onto the mattress, surrendering her body to me.
One slow, taunting lick after the other, I build her up. Her hips move rhythmically as she travels toward her peak. My moans vibrate against her. She tastes so good, I can’t help myself. I savor her tang and sweetness as it pours out of her body, wetting the sheets.
As her orgasm swells inside her, her thighs shake against my palms. I push at her legs, spreading her wider still. I know that her body will ache once I’m through with her.
Her spine surges upward as the tide of pleasure rises inside her. “I’m coming!” she howls. Her fingers curl in the sheets.
Now, her pelvis bucks with impatient fervor. Her pleading echoes in my head. I press my mouth harder against her, sucking her clit, dragging my tongue flat against her mound, shoving the tip roughly into her core. Her cry of release fills the room as collapses onto the mattress, a liberated sigh pouring out of her.
My gaze rakes over her flushed body as she recovers. I’m above her on all-fours, reveling in her magnificence, enjoying the knowledge that I’m the reason for the heaviness of her breath, the sheen on her skin, the smile on her lips.
With weak arms, she reaches up and pulls me on top of her. I fall willingly. Biting her bottom lip between her teeth, she runs her fingers over my mouth, wiping up the wetness there.
Capturing her wrist in my hand, I touch her damp fingers to her own lips. “Taste,” I command softly.
Her chest is a drum in her chest, its vibrations radiating into my own body. Her mouth opens and she welcomes those fingers inside, clasping her lips tight around them and savouring her own flavour. She moans softly at the taste.
I know that she probably needs a few minutes to recover, but I’m so hungry for her, so needy. Reaching between us, I angle my cock at her entrance and rock into her. That soft, tight channel stretches all around me, swallowing me in.
Before long, her limp body is coming back to life. Her arms circle my back and she holds me, pumping her hips upward as I bear down on her in a punishing rhythm.
The bed groans and I don’t know if the wooden frame is strong enough to handle my relentless thrusts. I come unhinged, pistoning into her as she cries my name, her muscles spasming around me.
She makes another breathless announcement that she’s coming and I snap in two. We both explode, holding each other so tight, fingernails digging grooves into each other’s bodies. I lean over and bite her shoulder hard enough that the teeth marks will stay.
I’m branding her. Claiming her. Owning her.
Even though I know she’s not really mine.
Chapter 16
Raphael
“Watch your step,” the tour guide calls over his shoulder.
As it turns out, Dario, the flirtatious customs agent, is also the official tour guide of Crystal Whale Island.
Y’see, that’s why I don’t understand the high unemployment rate in our country. Career opportunities abound for true go-getters, even on this lost rock in the middle of the Caribbean Sea. It makes my capitalist heart sing.
Whacking his machete left to right, Dario clears a path as we step onto the muddy unpaved trail. “Don’t be shy to hold onto the railings,” he advises.
Since our aircraft is out-of-service for the foreseeable future, Fenty organized this complimentary private tour to allow us a better look at the island. Eva walks on ahead of me, fawning over the lush vegetation and unique wildlife. She is so completely captivated by the rainforest around us.
And I’m so completely captivated by her.
I watch the excitement in her movements as she asks the man questions about the island, its geography, its history. She snaps pictures of everything.
I can’t help but feel a little more alive when I’m near her. She’s funny, she’s smart, she’s curious. I can’t believe that she doubts herself, that she questions her worth. As much as I love her parents, I’m pissed at them for not making sure that she knows just how wonderful she is. I want to take all her doubts away and make all her wishes come true.
But I’ve got to slow the hell down. Yes, I promised that I’d help her with the next step in her life plan whatever that may be. And I plan on keeping that promise. But I can’t get emotionally invested. I have to keep her at arms’ length. A romantic relationship with her is off-limits.
Once we leave this island, we have to leave our attraction to each other behind. It can’t follow us back home because the consequences would be disastrous. In the grand scheme of things, nothing’s changed. She’s still my friend’s little girl and the only reason we’re even here together right now is because I was trying to save her from a poor life decision. So I’ll allow myself to fully enjoy our time on this island but anything beyond that is out of the question.
“Oh my god! I see it! I see it!” Eva beams at me as she points in the direction of the narrow body of water pouring over a cliff and hitting the rocks below. “Isn’t it beautiful, Raph?”
I smile at her. “It’s breathtaking.”
Dario interjects, sliding his hand onto Eva’s shoulder. “This is one of three known waterfalls on the island.”
I glower at him. I’m two seconds away from breaking his knuckles when his hand slides off of her back.
“It’s so amazing,” Eva says, leaning over the railing to get a better shot with her cellphone’s camera.
“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Be careful!” The tour guide catches her by the hips as she begins to slide in the mud. His hands linger too long on her ass.
Growling, I take a step closer.
The man gives me an innocent smile, backing away with his hands up. “These banisters may not be as strong as they look. If you want to get closer, you’re better off just continuing down the path and getting into the wat
er.”
“We can do that?” Eva asks.
He offers her a subdued smile, careful not to stare at her too long. “Why not? The water is shallow. And warm, too.”
Five more minutes of trekking and we’re standing on the bank near the bottom of the waterfall. Eva is kicking off her flip-flops and peeling her tank top away. I catch the man with his eyes on her and when I clear my throat, he gives me another sheepish grin. Truth be told, I can’t fault him for staring.
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