Lena tasted like sunshine on a cloudy day. That one ray that reached through the clouds as a reminder that the storm would pass. With all her talk of being the aggressor, she was sensual and so fucking responsive.
My questions about Adam disappeared the moment Lena came around the side of the cabana. I’d never claimed to have the ability to read people, but that beautiful smile didn’t belong to a woman actively cheating on her husband—a husband who was here at this resort.
As she unbuttoned her cover-up, I was mesmerized, wanting her to continue disrobing. Alas, she stopped at the cover-up, her bathing suit still in place.
Now, as I lowered myself, kissing and nipping her flawless skin, I teased the edge of her bathing suit top. Pushing the material away, I took her nipple between my lips, swirling the hardened bead with my tongue.
Her fingers in my hair held me in place as I released her other breast. Moans and sounds came from her lips as her body fidgeted below mine with need.
It was as if we were alone on a desert island, not in a cabana at a large resort.
Lifting my head, I met her light-chocolate gaze. “Tell me to stop. I won’t want to, but I will.”
Her pink lips curled upward. “If I wanted you to stop, you’d know.” Palming my cheeks, she reached for my chin and tugged me toward her. When our noses were close, she asked, “Do you think they know what people do in these secluded cabanas?”
Lowering my timbre, I asked, “What do you want to do in this secluded cabana?”
“Exactly what we’re doing.”
“It’s a start, but I want more.”
Lena nodded. “I do too.”
I ran my thumb over her lips, pinkened from our kissing.
Laying the mattress back, I resumed my exploration, meticulously lavishing each and every inch of exposed flesh with my attention. Goose bumps came to life, and Lena’s back arched as I nipped and sucked her hard nipples.
My dick hardened as I trailed my lips down her stomach.
With her legs parted, I kissed the insides of her thighs.
Her arousal was sweet, dampening the material covering her core.
For the first time in recent history, my thoughts were consumed with something other than Architech. As Lena writhed beneath my adoration, I wanted nothing more than to please her. Brushing my nose against the crotch of her swimsuit, I inhaled.
Peering upward, I saw her stare on mine. “I want to taste you.”
Her tits moved up and down as her breathing deepened. Nodding, she replied, “I want that too.” Her focus changed from me to the ocean and back to me. “We aren’t alone. Public indecency isn’t on my bucket list.”
She was right.
Tilting my head, I smiled. “Private indecency has moved up my list.”
Lena grinned. “I don’t want us to end up in a video on some social-media platform.”
Pulling myself over her, I lowered my lips, giving each of her round tits a last kiss before tucking them back into their assigned cups. When I looked up, I saw her pout.
“When I take you,” I said, my tenor deep and my cadence steady, “I want you to have the privacy and freedom to scream my name.” I grinned. “And I want the freedom to see all of you without either of us wondering if anyone else can see.”
“When you take me?”
Moving back to where her lips were close enough to kiss, I nodded. “Yes, when.”
As I crawled up the mattress beside her, the tenting of my swim trunks was on full display.
Lena’s cheeks took on a rosy hue as she spoke. “I want the privacy to help you with your current situation.”
The mental image of Lena on her knees had me on the verge of coming.
Her hand lowered to the front of my suit, pressing and running her palm over my erection. Despite my already-hardened state, under her touch, my dick went from wood to steel, and my balls tightened. My arousal was due to more than her touch, but also the way her chocolate stare stayed fixed on me. This woman was every bit the lioness I presumed. Yes, she’d accept pleasure—on her terms. Giving pleasure would be on her terms as well.
Taking her hand away, I brought it to my lips and kissed her palm. “Fuck, Lena. This cabana was a bad idea.”
After a chaste kiss and readjusting her lounge, she sat back and sighed. “It’s not a bad idea.” Her smile was stunning. “However, it isn’t completely achieving our goal.”
“What was our goal again?”
Her gaze sparkled with the reflection of the sun beyond our curtains. “Big issues. I’m most definitely thinking about what appears to be a particularly large issue at the moment.”
“Come with me to my suite. If you don’t want me to know your suite number, I want you to know mine.”
She turned her attention back to the ocean. “I’m not saying no. I’m just not saying yes, not yet.”
I turned to the ice bucket covered in condensation. “Then let’s have a toast to not yet.”
Standing, I pulled the bottle from the ice and began the task of removing the wire cage to free the cork.
“I know we said no discussing real life,” she said, “but I’ve been thinking about something you said about being between gigs.”
Turning toward the ocean, I twisted the cork until it popped with a bang and champagne bubbled from the spout.
“That was loud,” she said with a giggle as a man and a woman hurried around the cabana, their eyes fixed on me.
“Champagne,” Lena explained.
The man’s stance relaxed as the woman apologized for the interruption.
“We’re fine,” I offered, setting the bottle back in the ice and looking closer at the man. “Adam?”
“Sir?”
“This is Adam, right?” I asked Lena.
She sat up. “How would you know his name?”
“Are you two” —I looked from Lena to Adam— “married?”
“No.”
There was a silent stare-off that I wasn’t a part of. Nevertheless, my questions continued. “But you know one another?”
Shaking her head, Lena reached for her beach cover and stood, slipping her feet into her sandals. “Thank you for a nice morning, CJ. Perhaps plan A is the way to go.”
“What the fuck is happening?”
The brunette woman again apologized for interrupting, but my attention was on Lena. As she picked up her white bag and hat and began walking toward the open curtains, I stepped in front of her, my chest blocking her way. “Tell me what just happened, how we went from one hundred to zero in a matter of seconds.”
Before my words were out, Adam’s hand was on my shoulder.
I spun toward him, breaking his grip. “Excuse me.” We met eye to eye. I didn’t intend to fight this man, but I would. He looked fit, but I was too, and I had youth on my side.
“Adam, it’s all right.” Lena took a deep breath. “This is Adam Dillon and Kelsey Nicholson.” She turned to Adam and Kelsey. “This is CJ.”
Adam and Kelsey nodded.
“What is this?” I asked. “Some swinging thing?”
Lena shook her head with a laugh. “No. This is my life, CJ. Adam and Kelsey work for me. They’re my security detail.”
Wait. What?
“You have a security detail? Are you famous or something?”
“More like something.”
“You’re saying that when you left the pool with him” —I tilted my head toward Adam— “it was because he’s your bodyguard?”
“You were out here. How did you know I left the pool with Adam?”
“I followed you. I wanted to be sure you were all right. You seemed to be freaked out during our walk and after.” The pieces were clicking into place. “You were freaked out.” My eyes narrowed. “You were afraid. That’s why you have them.”
Lena lowered the bag to the mattress and turned toward her bodyguards. “I’m not ready to leave. Please go.”
“Go?” I asked. “Aren’t they supposed to be sure you’re safe?”
“Am I not safe with you?”
“No, you are.” I ran my hand through my hair. “Are you royalty?”
“Please,” she said to them as they both walked away. When her eyes came back to me, she explained, “They’re in a cabana behind us. I didn’t exactly think that telling you we were being watched—not too closely—was conducive to a first date or whatever this is.”