The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(16)
“Okay,” Amy whispered, “for today let's try.”
Cole's lips claimed hers in a hungry kiss. She kissed him back seeking out answers that only brought more questions.
Chapter 3
Just For Today
The rest of the drive to the beach had been full of a silent understanding. Amy told the story of how Chad left her at the altar and how two weeks later she found out from a once mutual friend that he had been cheating on her for the last six months of their relationship. He had taken off with what should have been their honeymoon tickets with the woman he had been cheating on her with. Several times Cole offered to turn the car around and go kick his ass. Usually the overly macho and protective attitude would send Amy running for the hills, but with Cole it made her feel safe and protected.
“I've never seen a stretch of beach so empty,” Amy said as Cole pulled the car onto the sand.
“It should be empty as it's private beach,” he laughed.
“You own a private beach?”
“Yeah,” Cole nodded. “A yacht, a jet, and part of an island too.”
“Damn,” Amy said suddenly feeling subconscious. How could she ever fit into his world? She'd grown up in a poor neighborhood, but was lucky enough to have parents who nurtured her natural talent for story telling. It was her mother who had submitted and resubmitted her first completed manuscript during her senior year in high school until they finally found a publisher who was willing to take on a new unheard of writer.
“Hey,” Cole said taking her hand. “None of that matters. None of it. It's all things I've collected when I was bored with nothing better to do. Can you imagine being alone on an island? Even if you own the island it sucks.”
“I guess so,” Amy laughed.
“I know so,” Cole said and pulled her into another passionate kiss.
Amy stepped out of her shoes and walked to the place where the sand and the ocean met. While Cole set out the picnic he had packed for them, she let the salty water wash over her feet and wiggled her sand in the toes. She waded deeper into the water until the waves nearly touched the hem of her denim shorts. She let it dance across her finger tips as she decided to let go of the past just for today.
Lost in the touch of the waves she didn't hear Cole walking up behind her. She startled and tensed for just a moment when he wrapped his arms around her waist. His fingers trailed against the tiniest part of her midriff that her shirt exposed. She leaned back against him and wrapped her arms over his.
“I hope you brought your swimsuit,” he whispered in her ear.
His breath was warm against her flesh and gave her goosebumps.
“I'm a step ahead of you,” she laughed. “I'm wearing it under my clothes.”
Cole gently twirled her around so that they were facing. His hands trailed over her hips and came to rest on the small of her back. Amy smiled up at him through her lashes feeling younger than she had in years. She rose to her tiptoes and gave him a gentle kiss. Then she stepped back and pulled her shirt off over her head. She tossed it over Cole's shoulder and it landed with a soft thump on the sand.
Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. His lips were warm and demanding pressing hard and hungrily against hers. Cole's fingers trailed over her back and sides spreading his warmth across her torso and into lower regions of her body. She bit back a moan when one of his hands tentatively cupped her breast. Amy leaned into his touch imagining the beautiful and stark contrast his hand would be against her bare breast. His free hand trailed over her stomach towards the button of her shorts. She stopped him stepping back and shaking her head with a mischievous grin.
“I thought you were wearing your bathing suit underneath,” Cole arched a dark brow.
“I am,” she nodded and stepped close to him again, “but I'm not going to be the only one stripping down out here.”
She tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it away. His chest was just as muscular as she imagined it would be. She traced the well defined line with her finger tip and he drew in a sharp breath of pleasure before pulling her into another passionate kiss. Amy leaned close against him. His warm skin felt delicious against her mostly bare torso.
Feeling raw from the events earlier in the day, every touch made her feel more alive and more connected to Cole. It wasn't what she'd usually do on a second date, but she knew she wanted him. She wanted to be with him, to surrender to his warm passionate kisses and his soft tender caresses. She wanted to feel their bodies unite as one as they sought pleasure, affection, and reassurance from the other that this could work.
Her hands trembled as Cole's fingers undid the button of her shorts. She kissed him harder letting the ocean wash away every fear and doubt as they arose in her mind. Amy stepped out of her shorts and tossed them onto the sand with their shirts. Cole rested his hands on her hips and allowed his gaze to travel the length of her body. Amy now stood clad in a only a white string bikini. The contrast of her flesh and the fabric was stark and stunning.
“You are so damn beautiful,” he said pulling her close for another kiss.
Their tongues danced together as Amy wrapped her arms around Cole's neck. She leaned into his body savoring the closeness. His manhood was becoming alive between their bodies and when the kiss broke she flashed him a mischievous grin.
“I've never met a woman who could make me come undone so easily,” he chuckled and kissed her again.