The air was thick with salt and desire. Outside, the moon bathed the private villa in silver light, reflecting off the endless stretch of water. But my eyes weren’t on the ocean. They were on her.
N stood near the edge of the infinity pool, her bare feet pressing into the warm wooden deck. The silk robe barely clung to her shoulders, teasing every movement, every shift of her body. She knew exactly what she was doing—she always did.
“You’ve been quiet,” she murmured, glancing at me over her shoulder.
I leaned back in the lounge chair, gripping my glass of whiskey tighter than necessary. “Just watching.”
Her smirk was slow, knowing. “You always watch. But what are you going to do about it, Z?”
That was the only invitation I needed.
I was behind her in an instant, my fingers slipping beneath the silk, dragging it down her arms, over her skin, until it pooled at her feet. She let out a breathy laugh, but it caught in her throat when my lips met the back of her neck, hot against the cool night air.
“Teasing me?” she whispered, though her body arched back into me.
“Never,” I muttered against her skin, letting my hands explore—slow, deliberate, claiming.
Her nails dug into my forearm as I pulled her tighter against me, feeling the way she trembled, the way her breath hitched when I trailed my mouth lower. The ocean crashed in the distance, the air heavy with the scent of salt, the sweetness of coconut oil lingering on her skin.
She turned in my arms, her gaze locking onto mine, dark and hungry. “Take me inside,” she breathed.
I scooped her up without a word.
The villa doors were already open, the bed waiting, the night stretching before us—endless, intoxicating, and ours to devour.