She’d never felt more alive, or more ready to touch him in return.

“My turn,” she said. “Lie down here next to the pool.”

She grabbed a towel from the stack on the chaise and laid it next to the pool. Drew lay facedown on it, but instead of putting lotion on her hands, she slathered sunscreen on her body, then lay on top of him.

“Now this is interesting,” he said.

She fit her body against his, and rubbed against him, her ni**les aching as she slid against his back.

“Lina,” he said, turning his head to the side to look at her.

She pressed her hands to his shoulders to keep him in position. “Just stay there and let me touch you.”

“You’re driving me crazy.”

“That’s the idea, isn’t it?”

She continued to roll over him, the lotion making her body slick as she lifted, then slid down his body, touching him everywhere with her br**sts and sliding her still-bikini-clad pu**y against his firm butt.

At this point she wasn’t sure who was more tortured—him, or her.

She stood, planting her feet on either side of his hips. “Now, roll over on your back.”

He turned over, smiling up at her as he did. “Now there’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

He made her feel bold and beautiful. She kneeled beside him and put sunscreen on his legs, massaging them the way he’d done hers. She wanted him to feel as good as he always made her feel. She straddled his h*ps and sat, then swept her palms over his chest and shoulders.

He grasped her wrists. “Your hands are so soft. Do you know how hard I get when you touch me?”

She shifted, sliding over his cock. “Yes.”

“Take your bikini bottoms off and let me lick your pussy.”

Shuddering at the prospect, she stood and untied the strings at her hips, then pulled away the material and tossed it to the side.

“Now come sit on my chest and let me suck your clit. I want you to scream for me.”

Grabbing the smaller towel next to them, she tucked it under his head. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on the cement as she lowered her sex to his face. Drew grabbed her butt and buried his face in her pussy, his tongue snaking out to lick the length of her.

A rush of heat and pleasure engulfed her. That she was looking down at him, could watch his eyes as he explored every inch of her, was the most intimate thing she’d ever experienced. She rocked against his face, already close as he flicked his tongue around the sensitive bud and then closed his lips around it and sucked.

His mouth was pure heaven, his tongue a thing of the devil himself as he flicked it over her clit, then laid it flat against her and, oh, the things he did to her. He slid his tongue inside her, then pulled out, rolling his tongue over her cl*t again. Tingling vibrations shot through her.

She tilted her head back, letting the sensations surround her until she couldn’t hold back. Her cl**ax was like an explosion, setting her nerve endings on fire at the center of her core.

“Drew,” she cried out as she came. He dug his fingers into her h*ps as her orgasm rocketed through her, leaving her sweating and breathless.

When the trembling subsided, she slid back, lying on top of him so she could catch her breath.

“Your heart is beating fast,” he said as he stroked her back.

She smiled. “I might need some cold water to drink.”

Drew wrapped his arm around her, then sat up. “I’ll go get it.”

She sat on the edge of the pool and dangled her legs in the water while Drew went inside. He came out with two glasses of water and a condom packet.

She took the glass of water he offered, grinning at his still very obvious erection.

“Yeah, I’m going to f**k you out here.”

She got up and grabbed her water. “I certainly hope so.” After she took a drink she laid her glass on the table. “How about a swim?”

“Good idea.”

They jumped in the water, but as soon as she surfaced, Drew was right there, swooping his arm around her to tug her close. She wrapped her legs around him and kissed him. He cupped her neck to hold her there as he slid his tongue inside her mouth, backing her against the edge of the pool. His erection rubbed against her pussy, awakening her desire again. He grasped her breast, brushing his thumb against her ni**les until the sensations made her moan against his lips.

He carried her out of the pool with her wrapped around him and deposited her on a smooth, wide stone ledge leading from the pool to the hot tub. Set several feet off the ground, it was a place to sunbathe or to dive into the pool. She looked up at him, the ends of his hair dripping water as he bent over to press a hot, lingering kiss on her. She shivered, but not from the cold. The sun warmed her body, and Drew’s kiss set her on fire.

He left her only long enough to get the condom and put it on, then he was back, scooping her forward and spreading her legs. He eased inside her and she leaned back, closing her eyes to let the feel of his expanding c**k wash over her.

“I love watching you,” he said. “Watching us together. The way your pu**y grabs onto me when I’m inside you. Can you see it, Lina?”

She lifted and leaned forward, watching his c**k spear her. The visual combined with what she felt caused vibrations of pleasure to tumble within her. She lifted her gaze to Drew. “Yes.”

“You rip me to shreds, Lina.”

His words tore her apart, and then he thrust deeply, slid his hand under her butt and nearly lifted her off the stone as he plunged in and out of her so fast and hard she thought she’d die from the pleasure of it. And the entire time, his gaze remained locked with hers, as if there was something he was trying to tell her.

But there were no words between them, only gasps and groans as he furiously moved within her, and she rocked against him, giving him the only thing she had to give him.

Herself. Everything she had. She wound her arm around his neck and impaled her pu**y on his cock, burying him deep within her. And when she came, tears filled her eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing them back as wave after wave of orgasm slammed into her.

“Lina,” Drew said, his soft voice reaching her through the haze of her epic cl**ax.

She opened her eyes and met his gaze, his features tightening as he came. She held on to him as he thrust and shuddered with his orgasm. She’d never seen anything so amazing as a man who gave her that much raw honesty.

She fell back against the stone and Drew went with her, taking her lips in a kiss as soft as the breeze flitting around them.

Drew rolled to her side. Carolina could barely take a breath, unable to fathom what had just happened between them.

Maybe it had just been really phenomenal sex, but she had felt so incredibly connected to Drew.

She closed her eyes and let herself relax, drawing deep, calming breaths.

Don’t overthink this. It’s not what you think it is.

And even if it was, she had no time for that in her life.

“Are you okay over there?”

She smiled, forcing those monumental thoughts out of her head. “Mmm hmmm.”

“You know what?”

She tensed. “What?”

“I’m hungry.”

She laughed and rolled over to face him. “We should probably take a shower and do something about that.”

Drew sat up. “Good idea. I know they’re doing a fireworks thing in town tonight. If you’re up for that, we can go.”

She laid her head in her hand. “Or?”

“We can barbecue here and just hang out.”

“I love the sound of that. Unless you like big crowds and fireworks.”

His gaze was pointed, and very warm. “I’m happy just to be here with you.”

And there was that giant warning signal pinging in her head again.

She stood and reached for his hand. “Ditto. Let’s go take a shower. Then you can get the grill started.”

TWENTY

DREW GRILLED STEAK AND LOBSTER, AND CAROLINA made rice and asparagus. They opened a bottle of wine to have with dinner and ate outside on the terrace. The night was clear, they were alone, and it had been a really damned good day.

He didn’t want to leave tomorrow, but real life would intrude soon enough.

He liked spending time with Carolina, and he wasn’t the kind of guy who thought much beyond what came after today. But sitting across from her tonight, watching the ocean breeze blow strands of her hair across her face, made him wonder what made her so different from any other woman he’d ever been with.

Because when he’d dated other women, he never thought about them when he wasn’t with them.

With Lina, he thought about her all the damn time. And that was dangerous territory.

Was he ready for a long-term relationship? He was thirty years old. Maybe it was time to settle down with one woman.

“You’re quiet tonight,” Carolina said.

They had cleaned up the dishes and were sipping wine on the terrace.

He leveled at grin at her. “That’s because you wiped me out today with your constant demands for sex.”

She laughed. “Oh, right. I’ve seen you play hockey. I think you have an endless store of reserves.”

He picked up his glass and took a sip before answering, studying how beautiful she looked in her sundress, her skin kissed with a little tan. “So what you’re saying is that you’d like more sex?”

“I’m not sure there’s an appropriate reply to that.”

“How about yes?”

She gave him a look that made his c**k tighten. “I can take it if you can.”

He was sure she was probably sore. He’d given it to her pretty hard, especially this afternoon. She brought out his primal side, made him want to possess her. He’d never been like that with another woman.

“Maybe we’ll just cuddle,” he said.

“Now who’s the wuss?”

“Are you throwing down the gauntlet, Miss Preston?”

He could see the fire in her eyes from across the table. “Maybe.”

He pushed his chair back and came over to her, taking her hand in his. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, selected a song, then pressed Play.

Carolina looked up at him, a question in her eyes. “I can’t believe you even have ‘Unchained Melody’ by the Righteous Brothers in your playlist.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. It’s . . . romantic, in an old-school kind of way. A classic love song.”

He pulled her into his arms and began to dance with her. “What? And I’m not romantic?”

“You just strike me as a hard-driving-beat kind of guy. It goes with the hockey mystique.”

“There’s a hockey mystique?”

“Yes. Fast skating, hard partying, fights breaking out. Soft and romantic music doesn’t fit.”

He pulled her closer, turning her in rhythm to the song. “Then maybe you need to learn a little more about me, Lina.”

She tilted her head back to look at him. He read the confusion on her face.

“You constantly surprise me.”

“Just because I play hockey doesn’t mean I listen to anger rock and go to the local bars looking for a fight. That’s PR and I leave the fighting to the ice. If you really get to know me, you might find I’m a really nice guy, that one night in college notwithstanding.”

“Okay, point taken. I might have had preconceived notions about you because of our past. And hockey does play up the bad-boy image.”

“They do. And we play on that for our fans. But I’m not an as**ole. Or maybe I was one in the past. But I’d never hurt you. Not intentionally.”

He twirled her around, loving the feel of her in his arms. “Besides, I like this song. It’s sweet.”

She shook her head. “I would just never think of you as . . . sweet.”