No Strings__ - By Janelle Denison Page 0,39
felt good.
“Oh, no you don’t,” she said from behind him. “You’re not getting away until you get dunked, too.”
The next thing he knew she’d jumped onto his back and wrapped her arms and legs around him like a monkey. And while he could have kept on walking, he decided to have some fun instead. He let her take him down to the water, just so she felt as though she’d gotten even. When he came up for air, she was trying to swim away, and he went after her for a playful game of chase—giving her a bit of leeway before he caught her in his arms once again.
This time, she came willingly, her carefree laughter making him chuckle, too. He was chest deep in the water, and she entwined her arms around his neck and secured her legs around his waist, clinging to him for support as she fisted her fingers in his damp hair and settled her mouth over his and kissed him...slowly, deeply, thoroughly.
Beneath the water, he cupped her bottom in his hands and pulled her closer, so that his growing erection rubbed between her legs. She groaned blissfully against his lips before ending the heated, lust-fueled kiss and stared into his eyes.
“God, you are so hot and sexy,” she breathed. “I can’t wait to do you tonight.”
He raised a brow. “Do me?”
“Oh, yeah,” she said with a nod, her bright green/brown eyes promising all sorts of wicked pleasure. “I’m going to do you in ways that are going to make you forget every other woman.”
It was quite a claim, but he believed her...because right now, just being with Chloe like this, so playful, flirtatious and incredibly sexy, no other woman existed for him. He wanted her, any way he could have her. For as long as their time together allowed.
“How about a preview?” he teased, wondering if she’d be that bold and brazen, even with them submersed in the ocean.
She shook her head, the long, wet strands of her hair tickling across his bare chest. “I don’t want to get kicked off the resort for public indecency.”
She was so fun and uninhibited, and he loved seeing this lighthearted side of her, outside of work and all the rules and restrictions that had forced them to suppress their attraction for way too long. “Then give me a hint of what I can expect.”
“It will include a lot of licking,” she said, as she dipped her head and dragged her tongue along the side of his neck. “And probably some biting...” Her teeth gently nibbled along his jaw to his mouth. “And especially sucking.”
He groaned like a dying man as she rolled his bottom lip between her teeth and applied enough of a soft, wet suction to inspire all kinds of provocative images in his head. His cock, already standing at attention, grew hard as stone, and there was no doubt in his mind that she felt every inch.
She pulled back and blinked at him guilelessly, as if she hadn’t just elevated his internal temperature by ten degrees. “Is that enough of a hint for you?”
“Oh, hell yeah,” he said huskily. “You had me at licking. Though biting and sucking are good, too.”
She laughed. “You, Mr. Landry, are so easy.”
He couldn’t argue with that, because he was coming to realize that when it came to her, he was easily persuaded, influenced and seduced.
* * *
DRINK IN HAND, Aiden casually strolled through the crush of people at the masquerade ball, searching for Chloe in the sea of singles and couples attending the formal affair. Like most of the other men at the party, he’d worn a black suit, while the women were dressed in an array of formal cocktail dresses and elegant gowns ranging in color from basic black to bright jewel tones.
Upon entering the ballroom, everyone had been required to choose a mask to wear for the evening, and there had been a wide selection to pick from—ones with glitter and jewels, some that looked like butterflies, and others decorated with elaborate feathers, ribbons or lace. Not one for frills, he’d opted for the simple black gentleman’s mask, which concealed the upper half of his face.
Music played and a huge buffet of food and desserts were on display for guests, but the only thing Aiden was interested in was finding Chloe. Considering how difficult it was to identify the women wearing masks, he questioned the wisdom of agreeing to meet her here, instead of them coming together.
“Hey, sugar,