“I’m going for a swim,” she said. “Come and join me when you’re ready. Then we’ll head back.” She pushed herself to her feet and stretched, at ease in her own skin when she forgot about her scars, and limped across to where the ocean lapped at the sand. She waded in, and without further ado, dived beneath the surface.
Niall rested his forehead back on his arms. Fool around… What did that entail? Normally, he had an average guy’s attitude to sex. He enjoyed foreplay and he understood that women needed it, but left to his own devices it was all about finding the quickest way to the end.
The notion of “fooling around this afternoon,” of lazing naked on the bed as the sun went down and taking time to explore each other the way she had just explored his body…
He blew out a long breath, trying not to groan. He had to think about something else for a while or he was never going to be able to get up.
Refusing to look at Genie’s pale body slipping through the waves, he thought about the self-assessment he was going to have to do for the tax office in a month or two’s time, and added up some figures in his head. It took longer than normal, but eventually he felt able to expose himself to the rest of the beach without causing alarm.
He packed up the boxes and beakers, rolled up the towels, and put everything back in the bag. Then he carried it nearer to the water’s edge, left it on the sand, and dived quickly into the water before his body could betray him again.
Once he’d left the warm shallows, the water was cool enough to shock any further ardor from his body. He swam a few feet under the surface, then emerged to see Genie watching him, a smile on her face.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” She spun around in the water. “It’s so refreshing. And clear.” Her lips twitched.
He looked down, inhaling at the sight of her perfectly visible curves. “Wow. So it is.”
She swam closer to him, stopping an inch away. Her eyes sparkled the same way as the water around them. They were just in depth and the water lapped around her shoulders as she moved forward the final inch. Her body touched his beneath the water, the tight nipples on her soft breasts brushing his chest. In spite of the coolness of the water, his groin tightened.
“You’re trying to make sure I can’t get out of the water, aren’t you?” He dipped his head so she could kiss him.
She pressed her lips to his, then laughed. “Maybe.” She swam away. “Come on. Five minutes, then we’ll get out.”
In the end, it was more like fifteen—the water was glorious and the view too beautiful to waste, even though he was eager to see what the rest of the afternoon held. But it was like being really hungry and knowing a delicious meal was waiting for him. The anticipation made him nervous and excited at the same time, and Genie knew it—he could sense it in the way she swam around him, teasing him with tantalizing glimpses of her pale skin.
He was seconds away from telling her he couldn’t bear it any longer when she turned onto her back and began swimming to shore, beckoning with her head for him to follow her. “Come on,” she said, her voice husky. “I think I’m turning myself on more than you at this point.”
He doubted that, but laughed and swam after her, then emerged from the water to shake himself like a dog on the sand. She handed him his towel and he dried his face and hair, but let the sun dry his body as they walked slowly back up to the lodge, Genie taking his arm once again.
“All that way without your cane,” he said as they approached the slope up to the grassy bank. “How does it feel?”
“Okay, actually. I think it’s more the fear of pain rather than the pain itself, you know?”
“Of course. You’re walking well, though.”
“That’s because I’m desperate to get you in the house.”
He chuckled and helped her up the bank, retrieved the key, and opened the sliding glass doors, standing back to let her pass him.
Inside, she went straight to the fridge and took out a bottle of the water she’d put in there when they first arrived, and drank half of it in one go. She passed it to him and he drank the other half, conscious of her standing before him, waiting for him to finish.
Lowering the bottle, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Both of them were breathing quickly.
“What now?” he asked, conscious that his body was on the verge of betraying him again.
She laughed. “Stupid question.” Bracing a hand on his chest, she pushed him back onto the glass, pressed herself up against him, and claimed his lips with hers.
Chapter Seventeen
Genie couldn’t wait any longer to touch him, to feel him against her. It had been a delicious hour, playing with him in the shade, stroking his body, kissing him and watching him swim, but she’d had enough of looking at and touching him respectfully. She wanted to explore her other senses, and to touch him in a way not suitable for public consumption.
To her relief, even though he exclaimed when she pushed him back, he opened his mouth to hers and kissed her hungrily. Lifting a hand and slipping her fingers into his wet hair, she welcomed the slide of his tongue against hers, closing her eyes to enjoy the taste of him, sweet with grapes, strawberries, and wine. His hands rested on her back at first, above her hips, but when she leaned against him and pressed up to him, he gave in and let his hands splay across her butt. His fingers tightened there, pulling her close, and she sighed at the feel of his erection against her mound, long and hard. All things being well, soon he’d be sliding inside her, and her heart rate doubled at the thought. All these years she’d daydreamed about this in secret, at night, lying alone in bed getting hot and sticky beneath the covers, and now her dream was finally coming true. Talk about fulfil her own bucket list. She was the luckiest girl alive, and she couldn’t quite believe it.
“You taste sweet.” His lips left hers to kiss around to her ear where he nibbled the lobe and dipped his tongue into the shell.
She shivered. “You too.”
“And salty.” He ran his tongue down her neck and sucked at the point where it met her shoulder.
She groaned at the feel of his tongue lacing across her skin. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“You were already crazy,” he teased, kissing back up to her mouth. “How would I know the difference?”
Meeting his gaze, she rolled her eyes. He smiled and cupped her face, brushing a thumb across her lips. Opening her mouth, she closed her lips over his thumb and sucked. His eyes took on that hot, sultry look, half-amused, half-exasperated, his lids lowering when she ran her tongue across the pad and sucked again.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
She released his thumb and licked her lips. He trailed the wet thumb down her neck, his gaze close behind. As he exhaled, she felt his breath on her damp skin, and when she followed his gaze down, she realized he was watching her nipples tighten.
“I can’t quite believe this.” He lifted a hand to cup her breast. He stroked his thumb across the peak, and she closed her eyes.
“Me neither.”
His other hand joined the first, palming her breasts, feeling their weight before his thumbs explored her nipples. He traced around the puckered skin, then across the tip before taking it between his thumb and forefinger and gently squeezing.
Genie tipped her head back with a groan, so keyed up now she thought she could probably come with him doing just that. She knew she must be wet and swollen down below—when she tightened her thighs, pleasurable sensations skittered through her. Each brush of his fingers across her nipples made her clench deep inside.
It didn’t help when he dropped his head and took one of her nipples in his mouth. As he smoothed his tongue across the tip, she moaned, and when he sucked, she gasped and tightened her fingers in his hair.
“Jesus. I can’t wait any longer.” She took a step backward, forgot about her knee, and twisted awkwardly. She gasped again, although this time from pain rather than pleasure.
Nial
l caught her and lifted her easily, holding her flush to him so she had to wrap her legs around his waist. “All right?” he said, concern in his eyes.
The brief twinge of pain had vanished, and suddenly she could think of nothing else but the way the tip of his erection was pressing beneath her. She moved her hips a little, letting him part her flesh.
His hands tightened on her butt. “Fuck.” His voice was little more than a growl. “Condom,” he stated.
“I have some in my bag on the bed.”
Still carrying her, he walked through to her bedroom. The room was hot and humid, and sweat broke out between her shoulder blades as they walked in. He lowered her legs to the floor, then pulled the floor-length voile curtains that gave them some privacy but stopped none of the sunlight from pouring through the windows across the bed. Genie flicked on the ceiling fan. Later, she would put on the air conditioning, but now she wanted him hot, wanted to feel his skin sliding against hers.
She ferreted in her bag until she found a condom, dropped the bag to the floor, and limped over to him at the window. After tearing off the wrapper, she leaned in close and kissed him. “Let me?” she whispered.
He nodded, so she took the condom and pinched the air out of the end, revealed the tip of his erection, and rolled the condom down as slowly as she could manage.
Niall groaned, his hands tightening on her. “What is it about you and testing my self-control?”
“You’re always so in control,” she said, reaching up to kiss him again. “I want to see you lose it.”
“The chances of that happening are approximately one hundred percent.” Turning her so her back was against the window, he lifted her again and positioned himself beneath her.
There he hesitated, his lips brushing hers. “Are you sure about this?”
“I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. It’s a dream come true.” She hadn’t meant to sound so soppy, or to admit her lifelong obsession with him, but she’d already mentioned it earlier. Besides, it made his eyes glow in a way that suggested she’d said the right thing.
With his eyes fixed on hers, he lowered her. Genie felt the tip of his erection part her inner lips, felt him slide inside her, so easily she knew she hadn’t been wrong about being wet and swollen. The sensation of him filling her was amazing—she could feel herself expanding, stretching around him. He paused, withdrew a little, then pushed forward again, and this time, slick with her juices, he slid all the way in until she was fully impaled on him.
Her fingers clenched in his hair, and she closed her eyes. “Fuck.” When she tightened her internal muscles, she was conscious of squeezing his hard length, and his breath left his body in a whoosh.
“I want this to be slow,” he said, somewhat fiercely, as if fighting the urge to thrust hard until he exploded into her. Lifting her off the window, he turned and walked over to the bed.
Genie let him, not caring where he took her, as long as he didn’t leave her, because these sensations were too blissful to stop. There was something so erotic about having sex in the afternoon, in bright sunlight, the fan above them doing little more than stirring the warm air, but it wasn’t just the environment. It was the fact that it was Niall inside her, the one man she’d never thought to have. Look away, she thought to Ciara, hoping her best friend didn’t mind how the afternoon had panned out.
Niall climbed carefully onto the bed, still inside her. He sat and crossed his legs before him so she was sitting on his lap, with her legs locked behind his back.
Genie wrapped her arms around him, looking into his eyes for a moment as she pulled out the pins holding up her hair and let it hang damply around her shoulders. She’d never tried this position before, and it was incredibly intimate, being so close to him. It meant she didn’t have to worry about putting any weight on her knee, and it also restricted their movement. I want this to be slow, he’d said, and this would force them to be just that.
His hands slid down her back to hold her hips, and together they rocked slowly, the small movements only heightening her sensitivity. His eyes blazed into her, and he was breathing fast, but his movements remained leisurely, and when he kissed her, the stroke of his tongue against hers was sensual and unhurried.
Genie continued the rock of her hips, enjoying their measured exploration of each other’s mouths, the slide of his hands down her back, and just being with him, being close to him. She sank her hands into his hair and held his head as she kissed him, loving his sighs and guttural groans when she raked her nails across his scalp.
“This is amazing.” She tipped back her head and closed her eyes to concentrate on the feel of him inside her.
“You’re amazing.” He dipped his head and touched his tongue to the hollow of her throat, and she moaned and leaned further back. Dropping her arms from his neck, she rested her hands behind her on the bed, finding that the angle let him thrust deeper inside her.
“I was trying to slow things down.” He cupped her breasts, which were now on display for him, and she let her head fall back with a sigh. “You’re not helping,” he continued, sounding as if he was gritting his teeth.
“Oh…I don’t…care…” Delicious sensations were spiraling through her, and when he squeezed her nipples, it tipped her over the edge. “Oh, Niall…”
He held her hips and thrust harder, and she clenched around him, letting her cries ring out through the room. Pulse after pulse of pleasure filled her, and her body was still rippling with it when he tipped forward, throwing her onto her back on the bed and landing on top of her.
“Oh!” She blinked up at him, barely able to focus, but she couldn’t gather her wits because his mouth was on hers, his tongue stroking deep, and then he was moving inside her, long, hard thrusts that made her gasp. With every jerk of his hips he ground against her clit, and to her amazement, she felt the approach of another climax hot on the heels of the last one.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped, unable to believe how hot it had grown in the room.
“If you say so,” he replied with a grunt, thrusting harder. Normally, she would have laughed, but she was way beyond humor now.
His skin was slick against hers, and his kisses had turned demanding, punishing—she could barely breathe, overwhelmed by the taste and smell of him, the feel of his shining muscles beneath her fingertips. She hadn’t expected this—he was such a gentle guy, and he’d been so tender and considerate until now. His body was taking over. She’d said she wanted to see him lose it. She was about to get her wish.
He pounded into her, filling the air with the sexy slap of skin against skin along with his feral grunts of pleasure, and Genie let him carry her to the edge once again, more turned on than she could have imagined by the notion of this man taking his pleasure from her. His tongue plunged into her mouth, his hips pumped, and then he shuddered and she dug her fingers into his back as he came.
Her own orgasm hit her at the same time, and she experienced the odd sensation of fighting it because she wanted to watch him, but her body refused to wait and tightened of its own accord, adding its own pleasurable pulses to the delight of watching him climax.
It seemed to go on forever, and she let her arms fall above her head as he thrust and thrust, the fierce frown on his features filling her with an immeasurable joy.
Eventually, his hips slowed, his eyes opened, and she watched him focus on her, those green eyes blinking several times until he’d returned to the land of the living.
“Hello,” she said, and smiled.
Chapter Eighteen
Niall blinked down at the blonde bombshell lying beneath him. He’d momentarily lost the power of speech, and for a moment he just stared into her eyes. They were a beautiful deep blue, the same color as the ocean outside, her pupils large in spite of the sunlight streaming across the bed.
His mind was filled with wonder. In his experience, sex was rarely bad. Tasmin might not have been the most enthusiastic partner in bed a lot of the time, but she�
��d always appeared to enjoy being with him, and it was only toward the end of their relationship that he’d felt dissatisfied, although he couldn’t have explained why.
Sex with Genie was a whole new ballgame. Not only had she been enthusiastic, she’d thrown herself into their lovemaking with a passion. She hadn’t cared if she made noises—in fact she’d seemed aware that sighs and moans were a turn on rather than something to be suppressed. He’d thought going to bed with her could be fun. The truth had far exceeded his expectations.
He felt extremely conscious of all his senses. His mouth was filled with the taste of strawberries, his nostrils with the scent of jasmine from outside, mingled with the smell of their arousal. Now his breathing was slowing, he could hear the seagulls calling above the water, the smooth whisper of the waves on the sand. It was so warm in the room that their bodies were glowing, and as he withdrew from her, their skin peeled away with an erotic sucking sound.
He fell onto his back, blowing out a long breath. Genie rolled onto her side to face him and propped her head on a hand.
He stared up at the ceiling for a moment, then turned to look at her. Her eyes danced with amusement, and they both started laughing.
He grabbed a tissue from the box beside the bed and disposed of the condom. “I half expected the end to be the size of a basketball. It didn’t seem like it was ever going to stop.”
She giggled. “That’s what you get for not having sex for six months.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Did you come again at the end?”
“Might have.”
“Wow. I am good.”
She pushed his arm. “Mr. Modest.” Then her expression softened. “But I have to say you were. Impressively so.”
Her words gave him a warm glow. “Thank you. A guy’s only as good as the woman he’s with, though.”
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