“I can’t keep my hands off you,” he said, as he reacquainted himself with her tits, her delicious ass, then her hips, his thumbs digging hard into her hipbones. He wanted to claim her body with the intensity of his touch, with the ownership he felt for her.

“Keep them on me then,” she said, with a sly little smirk on her gorgeous face.

He grasped her wrist and led her out to his deck. A bird swooped down, landing on the railing of the villa, singing his avian approval of Nate’s plan to send Casey into bliss under the moon with the ocean breeze kissing her skin.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to see you in these dresses and skirts that you wear all the time?” he asked as they passed the infinity pool at the edge of the deck, then walked down the steps that led to the long dock. Night had turned the ocean inky blue under the starlit sky.

“How hard is it?” Her voice was flirty and playful. He loved that she was so comfortable in her own skin. She hadn’t always been. She’d doubted she could be her true self with a man. But he wanted her to know she could be whomever she wanted with him.

“With you,” he said taking her palm and rubbing it across his erection that strained against the fabric of his pants, “it seems I’m always like this. And every single thing about you turns me on. Every thing you do to me. Every way you move. Every naughty word from your lips. Every time you take control, and every time you give control. All of it.” Her eyes lit up, and she licked her lips, looking both incredibly happy and tantalizingly sexy at the same time. “I have had dirty thoughts about you for years. I’ve seen you naked so many times in my mind before I laid eyes on your sinful body in the flesh. I’d stare at you in the short little skirts and imagine licking my way up your legs. I’d picture my tongue on the inside of your thighs, you shivering, moaning, and then opening your legs for me.”

Her eyes glittered darkly and her breasts moved with each breath she took as he praised her sensuality. He was turning her on, and he loved it. “Tell me something, Casey,” he said, dipping his head to her neck, finding that spot that drove her wild.

“Tell you what?” she asked, her voice breathy as she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on tight as he brushed his lips lightly against the column of her throat.

“Tell me. If I slid my hands between your legs right now, would you be wet for me?”

“So wet,” she said, jutting out her hips, trying to angle her body as near to him as possible. Her fingernails cut into his skull, urging him to move closer. “But why don’t you find out for yourself?”