laughed softly. “Or maybe you can put that wicked mouth to good use and we can focus on the here and now.”
That sounded even better. Roman moved, hitching one of her legs over his shoulder, and buried his face in her pussy.
* * *
Allie had half convinced herself that she was dreaming, but the feeling of his mouth latching on to the most secret part of her was all too real. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to his licks, long and slow as if relishing her taste and feel. It was the single hottest thing she’d ever experienced.
Right up until he turned them and toppled her onto the massive bed. She gasped, the sound morphing into a moan when he pushed a single finger into her, as slow and exploring as his mouth had been.
His eyes drank in the sight of her in a move she swore she could feel. He lingered on her thighs and pussy, hips and stomach, taking extra care over her breasts, before finally settling on her face. “Perfection,” he said again.
“You’re not too shabby yourself.” She reached over her head to grip the comforter, knowing full well that it offered her breasts up for him.
He made a sound perilously close to a growl. “Thanks.” A second finger joined the first, and he barely gave her time to adjust to that before he pushed a third into her. Stretching her. Readying her. “Fuck, woman, you feel good.”
“You...too.” She fought to keep her eyes open, to not miss a single second of the experience. This golden god looked at her as if he wanted to imprint himself over every inch of her, and she was more than happy to play sacrifice for the night. If he could bring such pleasure with his hands and mouth, there was no telling what he’d do with the rest of his body.
He twisted his wrist so that his thumb slid over her clit with each stroke of his fingers, the combined sensation leaving her feeling warm and melty. She let go of the comforter to reach up and cup his chiseled jaw. “I’m going to call you Adonis.”
He barked out a laugh. “I’m hardly that pretty.”
“You’re even prettier.” She never would have said it in real life, without the island and pleasure making her drunk on him. Allie traced her thumb over his bottom lip, slightly fuller than the top. “You call me perfect, but you’re flawless.”
Another laugh, this one strained. “Trust me, I have more than my fair share of flaws.” He turned his head and kissed her palm. “But we’ll pretend that’s not the truth tonight.”
“Works for me.” She didn’t ask about his flaws. That wasn’t what this was. She didn’t even know his name, which somehow made the whole situation hotter—because Allie never did this. Ever.
Tonight she was going to.
With that thought buoying her, she reached for his pants. “I need you.”
“You have me.” He pushed his fingers deeper as if to demonstrate.
“No, I need you.” She managed to get his belt off and shoved his shorts down his narrow hips. His cock was just as perfect as the rest of him, long and thick, and she swallowed hard. “I’m tired of waiting.”
“That’s too damn bad, because I’m just getting started.” He slid his fingers out of her and looped an arm beneath her waist, sliding her farther onto the bed until he could place her hands on the bottom of the headboard. “I’m not going to tie you down.”
Her heart tried to beat itself out of her chest at the thought. “I don’t know how I’d feel about that.” Liar. She wanted it. Allie didn’t think she was particularly kinky before tonight, but the thought of being at the mercy of this man...
Slow your roll. He’s a stranger. Getting tied up by a stranger is a bad idea, even in paradise.
He stopped, kneeling above her on all fours, his cock dipping down until it almost touched her stomach. Those hazel eyes were completely serious for the first time since she’d met him. An hour ago. You met him an hour ago.
He didn’t touch her, though he was close enough that she could feel the warmth coming off his body. “If you’ve changed your mind, we can stop. I’ll give you a ride back to your villa or, if you aren’t comfortable with that, you can take the cart and the staff will return it to me tomorrow.” No judgment in his tone. No trying to guilt her or pull some shady business. Just ensuring that this was exactly where she wanted to be.
She gripped the headboard. “I want to stay. I want you.”
His grin had her breath fluttering in her chest like a trapped thing. “You won’t regret it.”
Before she could think too hard about what tomorrow would bring, he kissed her, long and slow. Reacquainting himself with her as if it had been days since they’d last touched instead of moments. Her Adonis worked his way down her body one torturous inch at a time, turning parts of her erogenous that she never would have considered before that night. The inside of her elbow. The bottom of her ribs. Her knees.
He stroked and kissed her body as if memorizing every inch, until she was a quivering mess. Her world narrowed down to where he would touch her next, to the only parts of her he hadn’t touched—her breasts and the spot between her thighs where she ached for him. “Please. Adonis, please.”
He chuckled against her inner thigh, and she felt it like a bolt to her pussy. “I like it when you call me that.”
“I’ll call you anything you want if you just touch me.”
“I have been touching you.” He shifted to lay next to her, his big palm coasting over her body, an inch off her skin. She shook with the need to arch up and feel him, but the slant of his brows told her that if she tried, he’d just move his hand farther from her. “Unless you mean something specific. Like here.” His fingers drifted just above her nipples and then down until she could feel the air displacement above her clit. “Or here.”
“Please.”
The touch was so light, she thought she might have imagined it. But she didn’t imagine the look in his hazel eyes. He leaned down until his lips brushed hers with each word. “I want to feel you coming on my cock.”
ROMAN HAD LAUGHED when he’d found the stash of condoms on his initial exploration of the villa, but he’d never been so glad for them as he was in the moment when he ripped through a foil packet and rolled the condom over his cock.
He looked at her sprawled on his bed, her long limbs askew, her pussy so wet he could see it glistening from where he stood, her breasts reddened from his mouth, her hair a tangle over the white comforter... Passion personified. “Aphrodite.”
She tore her gaze away from his cock. “What?”
“If I’m Adonis, then you’re my Aphrodite.” He wanted to know her real name, but Roman wasn’t a fool—if he pressed her now about it, it would ruin the fantasy they played at. He ran his hands up her thighs as he climbed back onto the bed. “You look like her statue.”
