Royally Claimed - By Marie Donovan Page 0,59

to leave.

But it was too beautiful today to worry about that, even though she was a world-champion worrier. Frank lifted his glass of sangria in a toast and they clinked glasses.

She set hers down in the sand and yawned after she finished the sangria. “Let’s get into the water before I fall asleep.”

He was up on his feet before she finished her sentence, tugging her up from the chair. “First, you have to ditch the cover-up. I want to see your suit.”

She grabbed the hem and slowly pulled it up and over her head, enjoying his sharp intake of breath as she revealed her yellow string bikini.

“Swimming’s canceled.” He hustled her back into the cabana and made as if to close the front flap.

She wriggled away from him and dashed to leave.

He caught up with her in seconds and together they hurried down the beach and ran into the ocean hand-in-hand.

Julia screamed as the cool water splashed up around them. “Franco!” She hopped from foot to foot until either she adjusted to the temperature or went numb.

“Sorry, Julia.” He didn’t sound apologetic at all. “This is the Atlantic, not the Caribbean.” He bent and splashed seawater up at her and she kicked some at him in return.

“Frank, I’m getting goosebumps all over,” she complained, crossing her arms over her middle.

“I happen to like your goosebumps.” His gaze was focused on her breasts. Even through the light padding in the bikini, her nipples were visible peaks. He caught her around the waist and pulled her in close. Her legs automatically wrapped around him. “And can I tell you how much I like your bikini?”

“I can tell you’re sincere.” She wiggled against his erection, the biggest proof of his sincerity.

“Oh, I am sincere.” His fingers played with the nape of her neck. “Can I tell you how much I sincerely want to take your new bikini off?” He pulled the neck string and the yellow triangles were floating between them. “Very nice.” He stroked his fingers down her neck to her collarbone and then across the plump upper curves of her breasts.

“I float.”

He laughed. “Easier for me to reach.” He cupped each breast, his thumbs gliding over her wet nipples to tease them into hard peaks.

She arched back and enjoyed his warm hands playing over her. The water supported her weight so it was almost as if she were floating in midair. The water didn’t feel so cold anymore against her super-sensitized skin. In fact, she wouldn’t have been surprised to see steam rising from the ocean around them.

He dipped his head and captured a nipple in his mouth. She yelped in pleasure and grabbed his shoulders to keep from sinking. He found a side tie to her suit bottom and loosened it, finding her own wetness underneath.

She almost went underwater at that point, but he let go of her breast and braced her again. “Ever wonder how mermaids make love?”

“Why don’t you show me?”

He found her clit, circling and petting it. Occasionally the cool water swept over her, making her shudder in delicious shock. He kissed her lips, her cheeks, her neck, flicking her earlobe with his tongue.

“Oh, Franco.” She sighed, closing her eyes. It was perfection being in his arms under the warm sky. He murmured her name and kept touching her until she clutched at him, her climax pouring over her in a giant wave. He anchored her to the ground but let her fly toward the sun in pleasure.

He gathered her into his arms and carried her out of the water toward the cabana.

“Put me down, Frank.” She dropped to her knees in front of him in the sand, her fingers hooking over his waistband, the scrap of black fabric begging to be released. So she did, pulling the wet material down to his knees.

He caught her shoulders but couldn’t move his legs for fear of tripping. “Julia, wait…”

She was eye-to-eye, so to speak, with the pride of the Dukes of Santas Aguas. They must have been a virile bunch, if Frank was any indicator. “Good grief, Frank. However did you get all of that in your suit?” He was hard and thick, pearly fluid rising from him like foam on the seawater.

He gave a choked laugh. “I wasn’t like this when I put it on. Now come on, stand up.”

“No.” She sank onto her haunches and resisted his efforts to raise her. “Stop fussing, Frank.” His outraged squawk turned into a groan when she put her mouth