He noticed for the first time that her legs and feet were bare, that she wore a thin robe that stopped just above her knee. He wondered if she had anything underneath. He felt an ache in his gut, so deep, and he knew right then that he would move heaven and earth to have her out of that robe and in his arms.
He moved forward in the water, closer to her with every breath.
‘I decided I couldn’t leave here tomorrow without knowing more about those fantasies,’ she said, her voice carrying across the space between them loud and clear.
Her hands moved to the tie of her robe and Roman paused, feeling the breath freeze in his lungs as he simultaneously willed her to stop and to keep going.
‘How much more?’ he asked, his voice husky as it echoed off the pool walls.
‘Everything,’ she said, her eyes never leaving his.
Roman took another step and watched as Olivia’s eyes dropped to where the water level now completely exposed him to her. Her eyes darkened as she looked, and looked, before finally dragging her gaze back up to meet his. What he saw there ignited a fire in his blood. Raw desire darkened her eyes and coloured her cheeks as she undid the tie of her robe.
The white silk slid from her skin and darkened as it touched the water, leaving nothing between them but space. He was within arm’s length of her now, unconsciously moving towards her. But he stilled at the sight of her, completely nude and offered to him like the living statue of a goddess. Her skin glowed under the moonlight. Every perfect curve of her body was on display in high definition and it was a revelation.
She stood still for a moment, before modesty got the better of her and she self-consciously moved one hand to shield her most intimate parts from his hungry gaze.
Roman closed the distance between them in a single movement, encircling her waist with his hands and pulling her with him into the water. With her body partially hidden, she relaxed in his arms and pressed herself tightly against him.
‘I changed my mind too,’ Roman said throatily, his mouth tracing a path along the exposed curve of her neck.
Her hands refused to stay clasped at his neck, instead preferring to explore the muscles of his back and down his waist.
She bit her lip seductively, removing her nails from where they had pinched quite roughly. ‘I have wanted to do that for quite a while now.’
‘Oh, so we are making up for lost time?’ He gathered her higher, to his chest, wrapping one of her legs around his waist before doing the same with the other and pressing her back against the wall of the pool. ‘In that case...’
Olivia groaned at the sensation of having Roman’s lean, hard body cradled between her thighs, and his mouth captured hers in a kiss filled with barely restrained want. She could feel the heat of his chest pressing against hers and silently prayed for him to kiss her there again. As if he’d heard her plea, he broke the kiss and began trailing a path down her neck. By the time his mouth reached her breast, her breath was coming in short bursts. His mouth, hot and sinful, captured the entire rosy peak and tortured her with slow, languorous circles.
She began writhing against him as his free hand cupped her bottom and squeezed hard. The pleasure that rocketed through her was like being shot with lightning, and suddenly it was not her mind but her body that knew exactly what she wanted and just where she wanted him.
Her hips rolled against him and she moved herself lower, startled as she felt the hardness of his erection press erotically against her skin.
‘Slow down,’ he whispered, nipping the skin of her ear with gentle pressure.
‘I don’t think I can,’ she breathed, moving against him, silently urging him to move against her. To place himself against her.
She tried to be embarrassed at her wanton response, but found she was quite past caring. Roman held her hips tightly in his hands, effectively stopping her movements. She looked up to find his dark eyes trained on her face and his jaw tight with restraint.
‘That is possibly the most beautiful torture I could experience,’ he breathed, leaning forward to gently nip her bottom lip with his teeth. ‘But I want this to be good for you.’
‘It feels pretty good so far.’ She licked the curve of his lower lip, her gut clenching as he pressed the full length of himself against her in one quick slide.
‘Olivia... I’m so hard right now that taking you fast and furious against this wall is not a good idea.’
He moved again, letting the tip of his erection slide against her sensitive throbbing flesh.
‘Oh...’ She moaned low in her throat as he moved, making slow, aching circles over just the right spot. ‘Roman...don’t stop.’
She closed her eyes, tilting her head back as his mouth found her breast once more. The double effect of his touch made her heart jump into overdrive and she could feel her pulse thrumming hard, as though it tried to escape her skin.
He urged her on in a mixture of English and Russian, his low, husky words sending her soaring higher and higher until she swore she could take no more. She dug her fingernails deep into his shoulders, wanting him to stop but wanting him to keep going for ever. It was like being trapped in her own personal hurricane—being swept up into a power so much stronger than herself.
When she finally found her release Roman was right there to catch her and hold her as she fell back down to earth. Heat spread out across her body, sending electricity right down to the tips of her toes. She opened her eyes and realised she was being lifted out of the water as her skin came into contact with the cold lip of the pool.
The contact was brief, as Roman lifted himself out and gathered her up into his arms as though she weighed nothing at all. It was strange, allowing him to carry her naked across the terrace. They were completely alone on the island, so privacy was guaranteed, and as she looked up at him she realised the feeling she had was not one of nervousness but one of anticipation.
He carried her easily up the stairs to his master suite. She had barely taken in the cool grey sheets on the gigantic bed when she felt her anticipation quickly intensify to mild panic. He was advancing on her now, his perfect muscular torso glowing in the light of a single lamp as he lowered himself over her and cupped her face with one hand.