Sun-Kissed - Frankie Love Page 0,8

to burn me alive.

"Oh, my God," I groan, knowing that when I come now it is going to be different from all the times before.

"Oh, God, oh God, I'm so close." I push my body against him, my arms tighten around his neck, arching my back as he deepens against me.

Then I forget my words; I forget myself. I'm lost in this moment. He holds me tighter against himself—he holds me like he won't let go.

In this moment I am a reckless fool, completely high on sex, utterly committed to the cause.

His come is warm and hot, and it fills me up. He makes sexy growls in my ear, telling me to keep going, that it isn't time to stop.

So, I keep riding him as he comes, deep inside me, and I come harder too. We may be in the water, but I feel slick with sweat and drenched in euphoria.

When we finish, I don't remember how to breathe. I've forgotten everything I knew. My name and my phone number and my home address. The only thing I know, the one thing I can remember, is that this is the moment I changed.

This is the moment I became the person I was always meant to be.

"What did you do to me?" I ask, gasping for air as pleasure surges through my veins, not quite knowing if this is the kind of sex everyone has or if this is just the kind of sex we have.

He looks down at me, alarmingly confident and most certainly a demigod sent to this earth just for me.

He raises an eyebrow. "I just made a woman out of you."

I nod dreamily, not caring how chauvinistic his words might sound. Then he smiles at me, and I know he was just being silly.

The truth is, I'm not the girl I was before I met him.

He changed me.

As I move from him and sit down on the step beside him, I try to remember everything about the moment.

"Thank you," I tell him. I reach for my suit and begin dressing.

"What, that's it? One fuck and you're through?"

I look him over and smile. I know I'm not the kind of girl he's used to having, but I'm happy to have been his girl for one day, one hour.

"I'll never forget you," I tell him.

"And that's supposed to be enough?" He's already shaking his head, reaching for his trunks. "You're seriously just gonna walk away after that?"

I laugh, pulling up the straps on my suit. "I'm here for my friend’s bachelorette party, not a romantic rendezvous."

"And what do you call what we just had?"

His face has turned to a scowl. I can tell he's not used to being rejected. But that isn't what I'm trying to do. I just want to let him off the hook easily, he doesn't owe me anything.

"We just had fun. We just—"

He cuts me off, shaking his head. "That wasn't fun. It was fucking hot."

"You're right," I tell him. "It was. It was a moment I'll never forget." I lean over and kiss his cheek.

I didn't come to Miami for a boyfriend, and I certainly know I'm not the kind of girlfriend this man would be interested in anyway. He's a player, rich, and probably has a different woman for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

I'm just his afternoon snack.

"I'm not expecting anything from you."

"What if I want to give you something?"

At this, I shake my head. "Considering we didn't use protection. I truly hope you didn't."

Apparently, I've crossed a line, and as soon as I've said it, I wish I'd said something sweeter, told him something more romantic, because the truth is, what we just shared really was romantic.

I'd be lying if I didn't admit it was a romantic rendezvous.

But I also don't want to get attached to someone I'll never see again.

"Look," I say, trying to soften things. "Thank you, again. But I really need to go find my friends."

He scoffs. "Just like that?" He shakes his head and gets out of the pool. "I really thought you were different than this."

"What did you think I was?" I can't help but ask.

"I thought you were a tender-hearted woman, who saw me as more than what everyone else sees."

"And what is that?"

"The fact that you have to ask ruins the entire thing."

"So you regret this, after all?" I ask, watching him get out of the pool.

I just lost my virginity—I feel both intoxicated with exuberance and ridden with disappointment.

He wishes it hadn't happened.

This Greek god,