Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
That grin disappeared as he took control of the kiss and deepened their exchange. He wrapped his arms around her waist and stood, lifting her from her seat as he seduced her with drugging kisses. She tightened her arms around his neck, but he held her securely with his strength.
When he sat down on the heavily cushioned couch, she registered it before Caesar pressed his mouth to the pulse on her throat. Shivers went through her body at the sensual touch and increased as he caressed her back before gliding his fingers under the bottom of her shirt. The feel of his warm hands on her bare skin built the heat low in her abdomen that seemed to always simmer when she was around him.
Isla ran her hands over his muscular torso, enjoying the feel of the scenery she’d gotten to see when visiting the dock. Needing to see him, she tugged at the T-shirt he wore. Without a single word, Caesar reached over his shoulder to grab a handful of the material and yanked it off in one fluid movement.
Daringly, Isla tugged her shirt over her head and threw it away. Immediately, he cupped her breasts in the wispy lace bra she wore. Isla knew he’d seen her body in a bikini as she’d tugged the wetsuit on and off. He’d been completely professional then. The expression on his face now was hungry.
“You about killed me with this on the dock. I should spank you for tempting me,” he growled.
“I was just getting dressed like everyone else,” she protested as she explored his muscles and washboard abs.
“You’re not like anyone else. You’re mine, Little girl.”
The heat in his eyes made her nod. “I’m yours, Daddy.”
“Are you ready for me to take you into my bedroom and finish unwrapping the best present I’ve ever gotten?”
Isla hesitated for a minute and saw his face as he worked to control his desire. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I just need to tell you that I’m not on anything. You know…birth control. I haven’t been with anyone for a couple of years.”
“Thank you, Isla. I needed to know that. I’ll protect you with a condom. I was tested before coming here,” Caesar told her as he caressed her skin.
Reassured that he didn’t seem turned off by her honesty, Isla told him, “I was tested after my last relationship ended.”
“Good girl. Is there anything else we need to discuss before I make love to you?”
“I’m really wet,” she whispered, needing him to know how turned-on she was.
“You’re going to kill me, Little Fish.” Caesar leaned forward and wrapped her in a bear hug before rising to his feet and heading down the hall.
Isla got a quick glimpse of a plain room with a large bed. Immediately, she wanted to make this more like a home for him. That thought was jolted out of her head as he set her gently on the mattress before kneeling in front of her. His hands coaxed the elastic waistband of her skirt over her hips. She rocked from side to side so he could pull it from underneath her and toss it away.
Then he moved between her legs and cupped her head to bring her lips to his. She responded eagerly, craving his taste. She didn’t understand what was happening. Her body and mind responded to him with a hunger that astonished her.
His hands trailed up her spine to the clasp of her bra. With a flick of his fingers, he released it and followed the imprint of her bra along her side to brush over the swell of the sides of her breasts. Delightful tingles shimmered through her as he teased her sensitive skin.
She eased back slightly from his body to allow him to glide one hand between their bodies. Isla gasped into his mouth as he cupped one small breast and rubbed his thumb over her beaded nipple. He kissed her with heat that made her toes curl before shifting back to look over her body.
“Damn, Isla. You’re so beautiful.” He caressed her as he stroked his free hand up her slim thigh to rub over her mound covered by the thin lace panties. “Bare?”
“Yes,” she said as her cheeks heated.
“Spread your legs.”
She moved her thighs slightly apart.
“More.”
Isla knew she was blushing furiously, but she followed his directions and parted her legs as far as the mattress would allow her. She watched him focus on the material pressed against her core. He reached out to trace a finger over the wetness that darkened the fabric.
“You’re so wet, Isla.” His voice was low and roughened with passion.
“Every time I’m with you,” she admitted.
Caesar shook his head as if trying to hold on to his control at that intimate knowledge. “I need to see you, Little girl. Take them off.”