The Vargas Cartel Trilogy (Vargas Cartel #1-3)(54)

I unlocked my ankles and shoved his swim trunks down his legs, not wanting to wait another second before he slid inside of me. I didn’t want him to stop…to pull back. He’d done it before and I couldn’t bear it if he stopped. I needed it. I needed him. I needed closure to whatever we had over the last three weeks, and this was the way I intended to get it.

He anchored my legs around his waist again, but this time I felt every inch of him, skin on skin, solid and pulsing with unfulfilled desire. I lifted my arms, wrapping them around his neck, pulling him closer, begging him with my body to take what we both needed…what we both wanted.

Then, he drove inside of me, stilling for a second, not moving. We both blew out a long, exaggerated breath of relief, our foreheads touching, our eyes connecting, our hearts beating together in perfect synchronicity. I didn’t know what it meant. I didn’t want to know. I was afraid the knowledge would kill me.

“Ryker,” I murmured, sounding more than a little lost.

He nodded. “I know.”

He pulled out, pushed in again, and then slid out once more. I tightened my legs, pulling him closer, hating the split second where I lost that primal connection to him. He slid his hand around my hips, cupping my backside, and then he moved fast and hard. My back pounded against the walls of the pool, scraping my skin, but I hardly noticed.

Distantly, I heard the slapping of the water as it lapped over the tiled ledge of the pool, and the small noises of birds and insects in the jungle surrounding us. But most of all, I heard the sounds of us.

Skin slapped against skin.

Exhalations mingled into one solid stream of desire.

Moans chased moans.

I curled into him, trusting him to keep me afloat, not just physically, but mentally too.

Hot, glowing fire blazed through my body coalescing in my core. I was close. So close. My nails raked his back. An answering shudder wracked through his body. Our pleasure climbed to completion in unison, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust and roll of his hips.

Then, I climaxed, fast and hard. I screamed, not caring about anything. Not the cameras. Not Ignacio’s security team. Not tomorrow. Not my freedom. Nothing except the feel of Ryker inside of me.

His mouth captured mine, drinking the tortured sounds of my pleasure as spasm after spasm rocked through me, each one milking him to his completion. And then he came, following me into oblivion.

I swallowed his strained growl as his body stiffened against mine, and then he bucked with the force of his orgasm, slamming me into the wall one final time.

Neither of us moved for a prolonged second, basking in the warm glow of a shared release. Then, his body sagged against mine, his chin resting on my head, and his weight nearly pulled us under the water. I reached back, bracing my arms on the ledge of the pool.

“Sorry,” he chuckled, taking a step back.

A satisfied smile on my face, I leaned against the wall and tipped my head to the sky. The sky was a maze of brilliant, shimmering diamonds on black velvet.

“It’s beautiful at night here,” I whispered without meeting his eyes.

“You’re beautiful at night,” he answered immediately.

Happiness, exhilaration, and exhaustion collided inside of me. I didn’t know if I wanted to swim a hundred laps or crawl back to my room and sleep.

He scooped me up in his arms, carrying me out of the pool.

“Where are we going?” My arms circled his neck, and I buried my face against his damp chest.

“To your room.”

“The cameras,” I whispered. Ignacio said he didn’t care what happened between Ryker and me, but I still didn’t want him to have any evidence to use against me at some date in the future.

“I turned them off.” He pushed the door to my room open.

“When?”

“Earlier tonight. Before I got into the pool.” His wet feet slapped against the terra cotta tiles.

“Why?”

“Because if you didn’t come to me, I planned to go to you.”

I tipped my face up so I could see him. “But you told me to go away and that we shouldn’t do this anymore. You didn’t want me.”

A grin lit the shadowed planes of his sharp-angled face. “I wanted you. I’ve always wanted you, but I needed to give you the chance to say no if that’s what you wanted.”

He let my feet drop to the floor, next to the bed. He stripped back the covers. “Get in.”

“Wait,” I said as I sat down. “Our swimming suits.”

“I’ll get them before morning.”

“Are you leaving?”

“No.” His eyes flashed to the clock, glowing with red numbers on the nightstand. “We still have five hours and forty-five minutes until you leave, and I intend to put every minute we have left to good use.”

My eyes widened, and he chuckled. “Make room for me.”

I scooted back, my eyes never leaving his.

Almost instantly, his body covered mine, his lips drinking me in, demanding all of me. And we were right back where we started, touching each other, devouring each other, taking more than either of us had the right to give.

Each frenzied kiss and wild touch tumbled into the next. His mouth consumed me. His teeth marked me, but I didn’t complain. I wanted him to claim me even if it was only for a night…less than a night.