*Warning! 18+ Mature content.
(The first spicy chapter from Aqua Kisses) 😘
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*You don't need to be under water to feel like you're drowning.*
"That sneaky bastard!"
After trying to persuade Connor to let me choose another room, he steadfastly refused, insisting that since he 'kidnapped' me, I got the to use the master bedroom and he would choose another. Unless, as he kindly suggested, I agree to share it with him. He didn't much like my answer. I could hear him grumbling all the way into the next room.
So, badly in need of a change of clothes, I'm now currently standing with my mouth wide open in front of a huge closet filled with brand new clothes that look very familiar. So familiar, in fact, that I remember trying them all on just yesterday at a certain island boutique.
I walk over to the dressing room table drawers and find the first two filled with, of course, the sexy lingerie. I'd been so thankful to Evelyn for sending Connor off on a little errand to give me privacy at the time, but now I'm not sure if I should be rousing on her.
Was she in on this little abduction?
I bend down and open the bottom one. Yep, and here's the swimwear, or lack of it. Some out the outfits left little to the imagination!
I yelp as I feel a firm squeeze on my arse and shoot upright, holding onto the drawer for support. Immediately, a warm arm wraps around my waist pulling me back against a hard body. "Connor! What are you doing..."
"So you found the clothes. I'm still waiting for my private show, luscious Lara." Minty breath flows down my neck as his lips brush my ear.
"Well, keep waiting, buddy! No, actually, don't keep waiting cause I'm not..."
"Going to keep me waiting any longer?"
"... not going to show you!" My last word comes out very squeaky as he squeezes my flesh a little harder, trailing butterfly kisses from my ear to my shoulder, and back to linger over my pulse point. I feel an impressive bulge pressing into the small of my back and swallow hard as a wave of arousal floods me.
"Well, when you agree to be my girl, you'll have to show me."
"Why?" I try not to moan out loud as he bites my shoulder and lavers the sting with his tongue. My eyes close as his free hand slips under my shirt to make little circles on my midriff, inching ever higher until he's playing with the edges of my bra.
"Because watching you get into tight pants makes me want to get you out of them."
My eyes fly open and I lean sideways to look up into his hooded gaze. "Don't play me, Connor. I'm immune to your pickup lines, remember?!"
"The only picking up I'll be doing is to throw you on my bed." His cheeky smirk sets a fluttering in my stomach as his dimples increase his hotness factor to catastrophic! "Don't you know how sexy and savage I find you. Your sharp tongue keeps me on my toes and your body..." I gasp as his fingers dig into the flesh of my arse, holding me captive as he grounds the evidence of his desire between my cheeks. "F*ck! Your body has me wanting to dry hump you like a randy teen. You're the whole package, gorgeous, and I want you all to myself. Exclusively. Even my zipper's falling for you."
I groan as he can't resist throwing in that last line, only to have it change to a moan as he palms my breast, the lacy material of my bra rubbing deliciously against my hard nipple.
Is he serious, though, about wanting me to himself? He's a natural born charmer. Can I trust that I'm not just a fun conquest, that he won't desert me again like he did on our first date?
