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  Slow, damn it.

  Roman turned and framed her face with his hands. He kissed her, exploring her mouth as he took them deeper. She made a little helpless noise in the back of her throat that had his cock hardening even further. He licked along her neck and nudged off the strap of her dress before working his way across her upper chest to do the same to the other side.

  As much as he wanted to rip the goddamn thing off her, he dragged his mouth over the swell of one breast and then the other, shifting the fabric lower with each pass. Her fingers tangled in his hair, and she arched to meet his mouth, her breath coming as quickly as his.

  He captured one nipple, sucking hard until her back bowed and she let loose a little cry. “I’m taking this off.”

  “Good.” She shimmied out of the dress in a move that made his mouth water, her breasts bouncing a little.

  And then she stood before him in only a pair of pink lace panties.

  “Fucking perfection,” he breathed.

  It was hard to tell in the low light, but a flush might have appeared on her cheeks and chest. “Don’t make a girl stand here while you stare.”

  He shook his head, trying to clear it. “Give a man a few seconds to enjoy the view. I didn’t get a chance to on the beach earlier today.” He kneeled before her and ran his hands up her legs, enjoying the feel of her muscles flexing beneath his touch. He stopped at the generous curve of her hips and hooked his fingers into the edges of the panties. “It drove me fucking crazy that I didn’t know the color of your nipples.” The answer was a dusky rose, the contrast between her nipples and her tanned skin drawing him farther up onto his knees so he could see her better, could lick her there again.

  She shook, just a little. “You could have come to find out.”

  “Mmm.” He kissed her soft stomach as he drew her panties down her legs. “If I had, you would have run screaming up the beach and barricaded the door.”

  “Maybe.” Her breath hitched as he ran his tongue around her belly button. “Or maybe I would have waded out into the water to meet you.”

  The image hit him with the force of a train. Of the waves cresting up to tease her breasts as she stood there waiting for him. Of him pulling her into his arms the same way he had here in the villa. Of her wrapping her legs around his waist and him tugging her bikini bottom to the side and—“Fuck, maybe I’ll make another circuit around the island tomorrow and we can do it right.”

  She 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.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  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.”

  Her lips curved in a sinful smile. “You already have me in your bed. You don’t have to go overboard with the compliments.” She leaned up on her elbows and kissed his throat. “If you don’t slide your cock into me right this second, I’m liable to expire on the spot.”

  Fuck, she kept surprising him. Roman laughed; the sound was harsh with need. “Can’t have that.”

  “No, we can’t.” She nipped the spot where his neck met his shoulder and then her hand was around the base of him, guiding his cock inside her.

  He fought to keep the stroke steady and not drive into her like a goddamn beast. She clenched around him, one leg looping around his waist to take him deeper yet. Heaven. There was no other word to describe her little whimpers and shakes that he could feel all the way to the base of his cock. Or for her hands sliding down his back to grab his ass and drive him the rest of the way into her. He tangled his fingers in her hair and kissed her hard. “You know what you want.”

  “I want you.”

  He pulled almost all the way out of her and she rose to meet his thrust, her body moving in perfect time with his. As if they’d done this a thousand times before.

  It was good. Too damn good.

  He pulled back enough to create a little distance between their bodies. “Touch yourself. I said I want to feel you come on my cock, and I meant it.”

  She didn’t hesitate, one hand snaking between her thighs, her middle finger circling her clit. The sight of her seeking her own pleasure while they were still joined threatened to toss him headfirst over the edge. He thrust again, hard enough to make her breasts bounce with each stroke.

  Once. Twice. A third time.

  She came with a cry, her mouth opening in a perfect O and her pussy milking him. He had no choice but to follow her under. Roman grabbed her hips and fucked her, pursuing his own pleasure even as her orgasm went on and on. Pressure built in the small of his spine and his balls drew up as he came hard enough to see stars.

  He managed to collapse next to her instead of on top of her, but only barely. They lay there several long minutes as their gasping breath settled into something resembling normal. Roman pulled her closer, driven by some desire he didn’t have a name for, and kissed her again.

  She shifted toward him and hooked her other leg around his waist. “God, I just came harder than I’ve come in living memory and I already want you again. Do you have some kind of aphrodisiac in your sweat?” She licked his throat. “I think you might.”

  He rolled onto his back, taking her with him so she sprawled on his chest. “If I do, then you do, too.” Sure enough, his cock was already stirring.

  She squirmed against him, her smile conveying that she knew exactly how hot the move was. “Is it still a one-night stand if we keep having sex until we’re both walking funny tomorrow?”

  He opened his mouth, reconsidered and shut it. Telling her to stay as long as they were both on the island was premature in the extreme—and would interfere with his business here. He couldn’t forget his purpose, not even for this beautiful creature staring at his mouth as if she wanted it all over her body again.

  Business would wait until tomorrow.

  Roman coasted a hand down her spine, bringing her more firmly against him. “It’s still night, so the possibilities are endless.”

  “I like the way you think.”

  “Trust me, I’ll give you reason to like a whole lot more than that.”

  * * *

  Allie woke up to his mouth on her pussy. Again. In the few hours since they’d passed out after having sex again, he’d woken her up three—three—times like that, and proceeded to ravish her until her promise that they’d both be walking funny today was definitely a reality rather than a possibility.

  His big shoulders spread her legs wide and he fucked her with his tongue, his low growls just as hot as his actions. She slid her fingers through his hair without opening her eyes. “Yes. Right there. Keep doing that.” He zeroed in on her clit, mimicking the movements she’d made when she touched herself and pushing her to the edge yet again.

  She didn’t stand a chance of holding out.

  She came with a cry, back bowing and her hands clenching him to her to prolong the pleasure as if she was totally and completely wanton. Maybe she was. She certainly had played the part that night, with no thought to what he’d think of her words or actions because this was only temporary. They were strangers, which was freeing in a way she’d never anticipated. It didn’t mean she’d ever do anything like this again, but she was going to enjoy every single second of her time with her Adonis before dawn came.

  He left her for several precious moments, but then he was back on the bed, flipping her onto her stomach and drawing her hips up. The position left her exposed, but she loved every second of it, especially when he stroked her between her thighs and then his cock replaced his fingers.

  He pushed into her with a smooth move, sheathing himself to the hilt. And then he began to move, thrusting roughly into her and then withdrawing, only to begin again. Allie gripped the comforter and shoved back to meet him, until the only sound in the villas was the smack of flesh against flesh and their ragged breathing. She tried to hold out, tried to keep from being overwhelmed with the pleasure, but he did something with his hips that hit a spot deep inside her, and her orgasm crested in a devastating wave. She cried out, distantly aware of him fucking her harder until he, too, came with a curse.

  He dropped to the side and guided her down with him so that they lay spooning with him still inside her. He kissed the back of her neck and palmed her breasts. “Morning.”

  “Mmm. And a good one at that.” She still hadn’t opened her eyes, but as one of his hands trailed down to her clit, she laughed hoarsely. “You’re insatiable.”

  “Only with you.” He kept up those slow kisses to the nape of her neck. “You make me crazy. I just came and I want you again already.” He cupped her pussy, the possessive move making her moan.

  But then she opened her eyes and realized how light it was outside. Allie froze. “What time is it?” If Becka woke up and realized she’d never come back last night, she’d be worried. Allie was reliable and dependable, and she most certainly didn’t stay out all night while having amazing sex with a stranger. As beyond amazing as it’d been, she hadn’t stopped to consider that her friend might think she was hurt or that something bad had happened.

  He picked up on her tension and removed his hand. “What’s wrong?”

  “I have to go.” She rolled out of his arms, her body crying out at
the loss of warmth, but if Becka wasn’t already awake, Allie had to make sure she got back to the villa before that happened. If she was, then Allie had some explaining to do.

  Either way, she couldn’t stay there.

  He sat up and watched her scramble for her dress, a frown marring his handsome face. “I know we joked about it being a one-night stand, but that doesn’t mean you have to bolt the second the sun comes up. I thought we could have breakfast before you left.”

  It sounded just as wonderful and perfect as things had been since she’d taken his hand and embarked on this wild adventure.

  Unfortunately, reality was calling—or as close to reality as a person got on West Island.

  But she didn’t like the look on his face—as if she’d somehow hurt him—so she paused. “I would love that, but my friend is back at our villa, and if she wakes up and finds me gone, she’s going to think that I walked off the path and broke my leg or something and sound the alarm. I don’t have an easy way to get ahold of her, so I have to go make sure she’s not forming a search party.”

  His frown cleared. “I understand.” He got out of bed and pulled on his shorts. “I’ll give you a ride back.”

  She started to tell him she didn’t need that, but the truth was she did. It was one thing to take his cart because she’d changed her mind about being with him and didn’t want to walk the paths alone at night. It was another to want to skip a potentially awkward morning-after conversation. She was an adult. She could handle it.

  She hoped. “Thanks. That would be helpful.”

  He threw on his shirt but didn’t bother buttoning it. It gave him the look of a... She didn’t even know, but she liked it. A lot. Down, girl. She found her shoes and followed him out to the golf cart.

  Allie was so tense as she sat next to him, she was surprised she didn’t jostle right out of the seat when he put the cart into gear, but he reached over and took her hand, interlacing their fingers as if they held hands all the time. She relaxed, muscle by muscle, but her nerves didn’t calm. “I don’t do that normally—any of it.”