Against All Odds

Chapter 55

KILLIAN

"A tropical beach."

That was my answer. It should have been something different, something I knew Stella was thinking of, but I refrained.

It was obvious she didn't want me to say anything. Whenever I was fleetingly even tempted with the intention to talk about us, she got all... twitchy.

And, fair enough, we had been having a really good day together so far. I didn't want to immediately dampen our high with a serious conversation that could, ultimately, be one-sided and not favour the burgeoning feelings in my chest.

So we spent the rest of the afternoon as we were- happy, unperturbed, allowing the moments to pass us by in waves of bliss and contentment.

And by the time we made it back to our suite, I was so damn hard I could probably crack rocks on my aching cock.

Because Stella was a fucking tease.

We spent one more hour on the catamaran and during that time, she ensured she was in my arms, on my lap, pressed to my side all the time. As if by smothering me with her body, she could sidetrack and derail my attention enough to divert any and all thoughts of seriousness from my mind.

It worked.

I must be a weak man to fall so easily to the whims of her beautiful seduction, but, fuck me, I enjoyed it too much.

At one point, she excused herself to use the small bathroom inside the cabin and returned to where I was sitting at the bow, pushing her ass onto my lap and tucking something inside the pocket of my shorts. A brief investigation revealed her bikini bottoms, which meant she wasn't wearing any. When she turned to drape her arms over my shoulders, delicately arching her back and thrusting her chest out, her nipples caught on the gauzy fabric of the dress she was wearing.

Exquisite torture.

That's what it was, knowing that Stella was naked under fabric that could easily border on transparent at the right angle in the sunlight.

She teased me relentlessly by grinding her ass against my arousal, blatantly obvious against the material of my shorts. She knew that I couldn't do anything about it, too... continuing to be a brat until my thoughts were hazed with the intensity of my need to drive into the warm clasp of her cunt. If I told her to stop, she'd persist even more, going so far as to hike her skirts up suggestively... very, very high up her thighs. Not enough to be revealing of anything important, but enough to make my jaw clench and any rational thought puddle between my ears, making me as useful as a one-legged man at a shit-kicking contest.

It didn't end on the catamaran, either. The entire walk back to the overwater suite consisted of Stella rubbing up against me, making sure her breast pressed against my arm, raising up on the tips of her toes to nibble at my ear, inadvertently brushing her fingers against my cock... anything the woman could think of, she acted upon.

I was ravenous for her by the time we entered her suite.

The sun was setting and we had made tentative plans to go to the resort's bar for sundowners before dinner, which meant we wouldn't be spending a lot of time inside the room.

Stella was aware of this even as she dumped her belongings on the sofa, followed by her billowy dress which she tossed atop the growing pile. My gaze snagged on the laptop sitting on the cushions for a moment before trawling over her very naked body presented before me.

She gave me a seductive little smile. "Do you want me on my hands and knees?"

Fuck yes.

I must have made a sound- a groan or a prayer of thanks, who knew?- because Stella turned towards the bed, the sway of her hips and deliciously rounded ass imprisoning my attention. I could barely breathe just looking at her.