She crossed her arms over her chest as if that might cover her reaction before she walked huffily past him toward the waves. He followed her until she chose a spot close to the shore.
Ignacio set to work. He pulled two towels from his duffel bag and spread them out side by side on the sand. They were close enough to the water to feel the slight spray of the sea salt, but not close enough to soak their towels. They sat, and Katheryn cast another tentative glance around the beach. Nudity assaulted her everywhere. She tried to avert her gaze, but it was so strange to see.
One didn’t just walk along the streets of America without clothing on, unless you lived in a nudist colony. So it was strange to see people flaunting their birthday suits as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“You feel odd, don’t you?” Ignacio asked after a stretch of silence.
“I feel out of place,” she admitted.
His gaze bore into her, making her feel exposed. “Maybe you’d feel less out of place if you did what everyone else is doing and take off your clothes.”
The suggestion hung thick between them.
It made sense. If she was going to visit a nude beach, it only made sense to get naked. What was the point of visiting one if she wasn’t going to get with the program? But she hadn’t known where they were going! She had assumed they were going to go to a normal beach, hence the swimsuits. If Ignacio had planned on getting her naked from the get go, then there would have been no point to buying a bathing suit.
Maybe he’d done it to give her a choice. It was like saying, here’s a swimsuit, even if you don’t really need it. Do what makes you comfortable. Get naked, keep your clothes on, whatever.
But, what the hell? She was in Spain, on vacation and a once in a lifetime opportunities didn’t come often, which was why they were called once in a lifetime. She may as well enjoy herself a little.
Slowly and deliberately, she stood in front of Ignacio. He sat with his knees up, arms resting on them. He looked at her with a questioning glance then his gaze flared when she began to shimmy out of her running shorts.
The garment fell down to her ankles. She lifted one leg out then flicked the other, causing the shorts to fly onto Ignacio. He caught them with a laugh then set them aside to watch her again. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt, took a deep breath, then pulled it over her shoulders.
She knew she played a dangerous game, but she didn’t care. She knew she tempted him, would probably drive him over the edge with this foreplay, and that was exactly what she wanted.
She tossed her shirt at him then stood clad in her swim suit, letting him get a good long look at her before she made a move to take it off. His eyes flared and grazed appreciatively over her body. His gaze took in her curves, moving over her breasts to her stomach then lower.
“I feel like swimming,” she said in a voice that was surprisingly husky, even for her.
“Me, too.” But his gaze was still lingering on her breasts.
Before giving herself time to feel shy or think about what she doing, she undid the strings at her back then flicked her hair over one shoulder and slowly untied the strings around her neck. The top fell to the ground along with Ignacio’s jaw. But before he could get a good long look, she turned around.
She thought she heard him growl.
Smiling over her shoulder, she hooked her thumbs in the strings at her waist and shimmied out of the swimsuit bottom, bending over for good effect to give him a perfect view of her ass. When she stood up and sauntered sexily to the ocean, she didn’t bother turning to see if he would follow.
She knew he would.
12
Dear God, this woman is trying to murder me.
That was all Ignacio could think since the moment he’d set eyes on Katheryn that night. In her see-through shirt and swim suit, he could glimpse her perky nipples, and on the car ride, all he could imagine was getting a taste of them, of her.
And now, she was undressing before him as if it were nothing. It was pure torture. If he thought catching the shape of her nipples from behind tight clothing had been bad, well, tempting her to get naked had been so much worse.
As soon as she’d dropped her top to the sand, his eyes had gone automatically to the breasts that had teased him all night. They were just as he’d imagined and more. Milky white, with pink nipples that puckered in the cool, night air, almost as if inviting him to close his mouth over the nubs.
And when she’d bent over, it had been his undoing.
Her derrière was large and enticing. He wanted nothing more than to plunge himself into her from behind and hear her cry his name as he mercilessly drove her to the edge, over and over again.
When she’d walked away and her body had been swallowed whole by the waves, he had to follow. With no shyness about the bulging erection he sported, he dropped his swim trunks and dove into the water after her.
She stood waist deep in the ocean, staring away from him. Her red hair, already wet, clung to her back, reaching nearly to her waist. In that moment, she looked like a sea siren, and he heard her calling his name in the depths of his soul.
He walked to her, his footsteps dragging against the water, but he quickly managed to make it to her side. She turned when he arrived, as if she’d known he would follow, as if she’d counted on it.
The smile she sent him was blinding and seductive. He wanted her. By God, he wanted her, and he wanted her now. But he couldn’t take her. Not until he was sure her heart was healed. Not until he was sure she wanted him for himself and not as a distraction from her broken heart. Sure, he could have read her mind, searched her thoughts for the truth and continued on from there, but it didn’t feel right, especially since she didn’t know about their connection.
It would be difficult for him to resist her. Especially if she was in full seduction mode, which she seemed to be, considering she stared at him with eyes as wide and as blue as the sea.
“The water feels so fresh and cool.”
Katheryn lifted her arms overhead and trailed the fingers of one hand along the length of one arm. Her breasts hitched up with the movement, and he had to swallow to keep from falling apart.
“It is,” Ignacio agreed and decided it’d be best to take a step back.
She noticed and followed him.
“Why are you moving away from me, Ignacio?” She pouted her lip in an innocent manner. “Don’t you want me?”
He nearly groaned as her hand reached out to him, He forced himself to take another step back. However, the further he stepped, the more she followed until the ocean seemed to swallow her figure, covering her breasts in the dark water.
“Si,” Ignacio said breathlessly but kept stepping back until he couldn’t feel the ocean floor anymore. He tread water, pumping his legs as if it could wear off his sexual energy. “I do, Katheryn. But—”
“Then what are you waiting for?” She didn’t seem to mind he had gone deeper than her feet could touch. She swam close to him—incredibly close to him--until their legs touched. His erection pressed against the flat of her stomach.
“Katheryn—” He groaned. Whether it was a warning to her or a plea he couldn’t be sure. All he knew was if he didn’t get away from her and fast, he’d take her right there in the ocean.
But it was too late. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him.
Her breasts were wet and slick. His groin touched her folds as her legs wrapped him. She gasped at the contact, as if she’d felt the rippling pleasure that coursed through his own system. Maybe she had.
Blood pounded like a drum in his ears. He fought for control, fought to maintain his composure, but it was too damn late with her nearness, with his cock pressed to her opening. He wanted to plunge into her like a madman, but reason won.
Seeing no other solution, he gripped the back of her head. Her eyes widened with surprise, and she puckered her lips for a kiss. Instead, he bent to her ear and whispered, “Hold your breath,” b
efore plunging them both into the dark waters.
She struggled against his hold for a moment before opening her eyes in the depths. Ignacio could easily open his, the salt water didn’t hurt at all. But she was human and he could tell it burned her eyes. It took several attempts, but she finally managed to open them and glared at him underwater. He let go of her then swam through the water, diving down to the ocean floor to search for seashells or sea glass to give Katheryn.
She followed, the momentary seduction forgotten, and looked around with him. They held their findings in one hand, pushing aside the wet sand with the other.
Occasionally, Katheryn surfaced for a breath of air then dove back down to continue searching. Although Ignacio could have gone hours without breathing, he didn’t want to rouse her suspicion, so he did the same.
When they had as much as they could hold, they retreated to the beach. They dumped their findings on a towel and sifted through them. There were broken bits of seashells and the occasional blue or green of sea glass. Nothing really mind-blowing like a starfish or a monstrous seashell, but enough to have Katheryn laughing happily.
“It’s so lovely, Ignacio! I love it.”
He smiled. “You can keep it all.”
“But what about you? Don’t you want anything you found?” He sat on the sand and stared at her with the warmest expression. This woman was so beautiful, and she was his, whether she recognized it yet or not, they were meant for each other.
“Being with you...my memories with you are more than enough.”
She stopped, her expression suddenly serious. The earlier heat and temptation reappeared in an instant. Ignacio looked around. There were still a few people about. Being on a nude beach was one thing, but making love in front of everyone was another. He stood abruptly, gathering their belongings.
“Come with me,” he commanded. He hadn’t meant to snap, but his blood was heated again. His head pounded and his erection throbbed. This time, to hell with his control, to hell with it all. He wanted her, and she wanted him.
Before he made any move toward her, he’d ask her the question he hadn’t had the chance to ask earlier. He had to be certain; he had to see her face when she answered, to see whether she told a truth or a lie. He needed to know, and only then, would he take her.
She kept pace with him as if anticipating what was going to happen. He took their things and led her to a closed off section of the beach, where there were rocks and big boulders to shield them from anyone passing by or on the beach.
Once they arrived at the spot, he slowed his pace, attempting to calm his movements, but the pulse still jumped in his throat. He settled their duffel bags and belongings in the sand then spread their beach towels close together.
He turned abruptly to her, calmed himself by taking a deep breath and grasped her hands in his, pulling her down to the towels beside him.
“Katheryn, I must ask,” he said, wanting to get straight to the point. He wanted to know, needed to know. “I hope you will be honest with me when I ask you this...”
He paused and took a deep breath. “Are your scars healed, love? Does your heart still hurt for another?”
Katheryn was silent for such a long moment Ignacio feared the worst. Then, she placed her palm lightly on his cheek, sending sparks exploding within him.
“My scars have been healed for weeks. My heart aches only for you. It may be silly of me to say this, considering we’ve only just met, but there’s something about you that pulls me toward you. It’s like you’re a magnet and I’m the metal. Almost as if we’re soul—” She bit her bottom lip, as if afraid to say it.
“Soul Mates?” he said, finishing her sentence. It was true, for he felt the very same way deep in his bones.
The small nod of her head was all the reassurance Ignacio needed before he pulled her into the circle of his arms and kissed her.
13
Ignacio held her naked body against him in an embrace that set them both aflame. One hand held the back of her neck, his fingers laced through her wet hair. With the other, he gripped her waist, stroking her smooth skin and pulling them closer together.
The kiss, as always, was fire and ice. Their tongues joined like old lovers reunited, a perfect fit. It was a slow and powerful mesh of lips, tongues, teeth...everything a kiss with his Soul Mate should have been.
He held her tightly, aware of the moaning emanating deep within her. The urge to sit her on his bulging erection was strong, but he wanted to love her slowly, to savor their first time together.
He rolled her on to their towels, his body slowly sliding over hers. She stared at him with a half-lidded expression that nearly caused him to come right then and there. After a few deep breaths to calm his body, he bent and pressed a kiss to her forehead then on the tip of her nose then lower still to her mouth. He gave it a gentle peck before trailing kisses across her cheek until he reached the lobe of her ear.
He nipped and sucked the lobe before kissing the curve of her neck. She arched beneath him, moaning in pleasure. He relished the sounds escaping her lovely lips. They urged him on, made him want to go faster. But he didn’t; he couldn’t. He needed to explore every inch of her.
Her smooth flesh intoxicated him. She smelled of the sea. He licked his way down to her breasts. His hands kneaded them, molded them, held them. They fit perfectly in his palms. Then he did what he’d been dying to do since she’d stepped into his car.
He closed his mouth over her nipple and suckled.
Katheryn’s body arched against his. She cried out, the sound echoing in the night air around them. He teased the nipple until it reached its peak, until it was a small tortured nub. He aroused her, his hands skimming over her sides, sliding up and down her bare flesh. He wanted to kiss her lower, fill her with his tongue, with his fingers, but he couldn’t take anymore. He had to be inside of her.
“I can’t wait anymore, love,” Ignacio whispered. He slipped his hand beneath her lower back and lifted her up. She opened her legs, allowing him easy access. He placed his tip against her folds then eased into her.
She was so hot and so ready. She had already begun to thrust her hips as if to hurry him. He moved his hand from her backside and laced his fingers through hers, lifting her hands above her head.
“Ignacio,” she pleaded breathlessly.
But he didn’t need her plea. In one powerful thrust, he was buried hilt-deep inside her. She cried out, but he smothered the sound with a kiss. It was a kiss that lasted forever as he rocked his hips with her.
He hadn’t been prepared for the sensations that followed. He felt his pleasure double in potency, and he knew, deep in his gut, he felt what she did. He kissed her, long and slow, and moved his hips with hers. She breathed fire against his skin, like a blazing inferno beneath him, and all he could do was enjoy as she swallowed him in the flames.
She arched and bucked against him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her fingers gripped his tightly until he felt her explode beneath him, causing sparks to fly from every pore of her skin.
She tore her mouth from his, screaming her orgasm into the night, and the sensation was as if it were his own. He teetered on the edge, then threw himself over as his muscles spasmed inside her then...relaxed.
Her breathing was ragged and quick. He’d tired her out, but he was ready for more. He framed her face in his hands, kissed her deeply then made his way lower and lower until he was at her swollen sex.
He separated her folds with his fingers. She glistened in the moonlight, hot and ready for more of him. Pressing his mouth against her, he teased and pleasured until she bucked and moaned. His fingers found her most sensitive spot, and he fingered it, drawing out her pleasure until she screamed into the night once more.
Then he made love to her again.
And again.
14
Katheryn lay on her side. Ignacio’s body curved tightly against hers. One arm wrapped protectively around her stomach, and the other cushioned her head
. She sighed her pleasure and snuggled closer to him.
“If you don’t stop wiggling around, love, I just might have to make love to you again.”
She stilled then wiggled her bottom against his groin just to tease. He groaned, the hard length of his shaft pressing against her bare bottom. She fought back a shiver, turning to look over her shoulder and give him a smug glance.
“I thought you were sleeping.”
He kissed the back of her neck, inciting fire in her core.
“I don’t sleep at night.”
She raised an eyebrow, but a smiled seductively. “Does that mean we get to have fun the rest of the night?”
The invitation had his manhood twitching against her rear. She leaned back to him, curving her body against him.
“Depends on what fun you’re thinking of.”
She gasped when she suddenly felt his fingers slide over her opening. Her response was immediate, hot and wet. She moaned, moving her hips into his touch. He teased with his fingers, rubbing her outer folds but never penetrating her.
She thought she might explode with ecstasy.
Katheryn turned to face him. She didn’t think she could take anymore playing. He’d given her a crash course at how his lovemaking could be, and she wanted more of it. She couldn’t help it. His simple touch had her made her soar, crave more. She wanted all of him, every day, forever. But, for now, she’d take whatever he gave.
She gripped his length, watching him swallow hard. She smiled and ran her hand down his length, attempting to tease him as he’d done to her. His eyes closed as he gasped, and she felt the sensation of his pleasure drum through her.
Whenever she touched him, it was as if she touched herself or, better yet, as if he were touching her. As he made love to her, their pleasured had mingled, becoming one, as if each could feel what the other felt.
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