Page 38 of Their One-Night Rio Reunion
One minute she’d been in the sea, letting the steady motion of swimming bring her back to some semblance of calm and equilibrium, and now...
Caio somehow managed to move them both and lifted Ana into his arms.
She protested weakly. ‘I can walk, you know.’
‘Shh...’
She spied the detritus of their clothing. ‘Our clothes...’
‘I’ll get them later.’
Ana giggled. She felt drunk. ‘What if they get washed out to sea and end up on Copacabana Beach?’
It felt so nice, being carried against Caio’s chest, her arm looped around his neck. But then she saw something over Caio’s shoulder, and the languorous heat in her blood cooled a little.
‘What is it?’ Caio’s chest rumbled against her.
She shook her head and turned away. But it was too late. She’d already seen it. The faintest of pinks on the horizon. The dawn, heralding a new day.The end.
‘Nothing, it’s fine.’
But it wasn’t fine. She didn’t care about the revelations of before right now—she just cared about eking out as much time as she could with Caio.
She closed her eyes against the sight of oncoming reality and pressed her mouth to Caio’s jaw. He was carrying her through the villa now, and up to his bathroom. He put her down and reached into the shower to turn it on, the space quickly filling with heat and steam.
He drew her in and she stood against the wall under the spray. She’d never felt so lax. So boneless.
Caio lathered up some shampoo and said, ‘Close your eyes.’
She did. He turned her around so that she was facing the wall and put his hands in her hair, massaging and soaping the sea and the sand out of her hair. Her head fell back as he rinsed it away. Soapy suds sluiced down her body and she felt Caio move closer behind her. His erection pressed against her and she wanted to turn around. But an arm had snaked around her torso, holding her upright.
One hand found her breasts, massaging and kneading, trapping her nipples between two fingers. Ana whimpered. His other hand went down, over her belly and over the curls between her legs, gently pushing her thighs apart so that he could find the slippery and hot centre of her desire.
Again. Already. Forever.
Ana made another noise as Caio’s fingers delved deep into her sensitised muscles. It took only a couple of strokes for her to fall over the edge again, shuddering against him helplessly. Even as she thought she couldn’t possibly take any more she knew that this was better than remembering what had upset her earlier.
Caio turned her around and she looked up at him. He was magnificent. A warrior. He lifted her so that she rested back against the wall and said, ‘Hook your legs around me.’
She did so, and Caio held her safely, with awesome strength, as he stroked his way into her body. Skin on skin. It felt amazing. And just when Ana thought she couldn’t possibly experience another ounce of pleasure, Caio proved her wrong.
It was fast and explosive. He pulled free of her body just as her muscles clamped tight around him, and he shouted out an unintelligible word as his own climax ripped through him. It was an awesome sight, to see this man’s entire body convulse with pleasure as he held himself in his hand and allowed his essence to drain away.
Ana felt shell-shocked. Hollowed out.
Caio turned off the water and wrapped her in a towel, rubbing her dry and putting another towel around her head. He towelled himself dry and then took her into the bedroom. She fell onto the bed and fell into an instant dreamless sleep.
Caio watched Ana sleeping on the bed. He felt as if an earthquake had just ripped through his body, leaving nothing but rubble in its wake. He’d never experienced a night like this, when the minute after climax he’d wanted to take Ana again. And again.
He turned away from the bed and towards the French doors, which were open. He saw what she had seen. The dawn creeping over the horizon, bringing the new day with it. He saw the lights on the security boats bobbing on the water around the island.
It was over.
The rubble inside him turned to ash. Ana thought he’d married her out of an impulse to protect her because he hadn’t been able to protect his own mother. And clearly that bothered her. He got it—no one wanted to be perceived as a victim. But he didn’t perceive her as a victim at all. And he hadn’t then.
But what hehadfelt wasn’t worth mentioning, because it wouldn’t amount to anything. Tonight had been...extraordinary. But it was just sex. Mind-blowing sex. He and Ana had had a business agreement for a year, and they’d both got what they wanted out of it.
It was over.
