“Let it go, Tank.”
His eyes were fierce, nearly feral. “Do it again.”
I started to move, to close my legs.
“Oh no, you don’t.” He held them open, his hands strong, his golden muscles taut. He was like this massive god, like Poseidon capturing a willing human on the beach and feasting. “I want to experience you saying it. I wanna hear it. I want you, Kartini Abandonato, to beg me.”
“For what?” My body trembled, totally giving me away as the warmth of the night air blew across my naked skin.
“Me,” he finally said. “I want you to beg for me. For my mouth wherever you want it, however long you need it. For my cock—” He slowly crawled up my body, easily covering me as he held himself over me and whispered against my mouth so I could taste myself on his lips. “Beg.”
“You think you can fight me and win?” I taunted.
He rolled a nipple between his fingertips then lowered his head and sucked, sending shockwaves through my system. “You think you wanna rephrase that question, princess?”
“Damn it!” I bucked against him. “Why can’t you be like normal guys? Get me off, give me an orgasm, and be happy about it!”
“Because”—his green eyes flashed—“I’ll never be happy until I have complete surrender. I’ll never be happy with pieces of you. I crave the entire thing.”
Tears burned the backs of my eyes. “You mean it?”
“I swear it.” His forehead touched mine.
I clawed at him, needing him to be closer as I pulled his head down to mine, our mouths colliding in an explosion of chaos as I tugged at his hair. My legs wrapped around his body, not even able to go halfway as I tried to get closer and failed.
“Please,” I begged. “Please, Tank…I need you. I needed you then. I need you now.”
He groaned, reaching between us, feeling how slick I was between my thighs, ready for him. “You’re perfect.”
I moved his hand away and gripped his cock, guiding it toward my entrance. “This, this is what I need.”
“We don’t have a condom.” His chest heaved as if he were having trouble breathing and hated himself at the same time for saying something in that moment.
I just grinned. “Birth control. You think any of our dads would let us out of their sight without it?”
“Tiny…” His lips tugged again at mine, nipped, then kissed, healed. “Let’s never discuss your dad or anyone else’s again mid-sex, okay?”
I laughed against his mouth. “Good talk.”
“And now…” He thrust inside me with one smooth movement. “No more talking.”
I groaned as he started to move, then pounded at his back when he stopped, only to hear his wicked chuckle each time I got upset.
I’d never felt anything better than being full of him, then feeling his weight against me, him inside me. This was bliss. This was what I’d been missing, like I’d been walking around half of a person for a year.
All I’d needed was for this irritatingly attractive man to make me realize that I’d always been whole.
“Harder.”
“If I go any harder and faster, this is going to be over really quick.” He laughed and then groaned as I clawed at his back more. “Fuck.”
“Yes, that. I want that.” I laughed against his mouth. “Tank, Tank, I think—I don’t know—”
“You’re so close.”
I felt myself tightening, spiraling out of control as I clung to his sweaty skin.
The sound of our bodies moving together, slapping…something about it, combined with the sound of the ocean waves, made me lose it.
Two thrusts later, Tank followed suit.
Panting, we looked at each other, our eyes locking.
A throat cleared.
“Um, yes. Hi, this is Maksim. You know, your cousin who did not, for the record, pull the cabana sheet back and take a peek. Um, the bosses require your uh, presence—”
“Shut up, man, you’re making it worse!” King hissed. “Yo, hey, haha so…funny story, we saw you guys come down here, waited like ten minutes, then thought maybe you er, fell asleep.” He coughed. “And, surprise, you were—”
“Not.” Maksim finished. “I mean, at least that’s not how I sleep, but to each his own, man. To each his own.”
“No. Way.” I covered my face with my hands.
“Good job, Tank!” King felt the need to say. “Ouch, what? At least, she got where…you know what? You’re right, we won’t talk about this.”
“Never happened!” Maksim agreed. “We uh, brought clothes.”
Tank squeezed his eyes shut. “You’ve got to be shitting me.”
I fell back against the chair and blew out a breath. “Well, I guess at least they brought us clothes.”
Tank burst out laughing, and then I joined him as we lay there a hot mess—naked and sweaty.
He leaned down and pressed another kiss to my mouth. “We’ll see the bosses, and then I’m locking you in the master suite for the rest of the night.”