Mr. Big Shot: An Enemies To Lovers Romance (Kinda Cocky Book 1), стр. 41

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Zane

Karina sipped her champagne. “It’s beautiful out here.”

I nodded. “And peaceful.”

“And the food was spectacular. I mean, it was just--.”

“Perfect?”

I looked over at Karina and saw her staring up at me with those big doe eyes of hers.

“Yes. It was perfect,” she said softly.

The boat soft rocked as the anchor kept us from drifting too far out into the ocean. The smooth rocking reminded me of a dance I once attended in high school. The first time I had ever asked a girl out on a date, in fact. The soft swaying reminded me of a song, and the tune of that song started buzzing up my throat.

Then, a thought occurred to me.

“Will you dance with me?” I asked.

Karina gave me a sideways smile. “What?”

I placed my drink down before plucking her glass from her fingertips.

“Dance with me,” I said.

When I held out my hand she smiled and took it. I twirled her around and pulled her close, wrapping my free arm around her back. She felt like heaven wrapped in silk. A picture-perfect version of the life I once saw myself having. I smiled down at her as her head rested against my chest. Her ear, settling against my heartbeat.

The warmth of her body was more comforting than the heat of the setting sun.

“This is nice,” Karina cooed.

I settled my chin against the top of her head. “Very nice, yes. The sunset looks good on you.”

She giggled. “You’re so hot and cold, aren’t you?”

I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry about that.”

“Nothing to be sorry about. Just something to be aware of. You could give someone whiplash with your mood swings.”

“Well, why don’t I try apologizing anyway?”

She peeked up at me. “And how do you suppose you’ll do that?”

I stopped swaying us side to side and crooked my finger beneath her chin. I tilted her face up to mine, letting my eyes dance between hers. There wasn’t a thing about that woman that wasn’t beautiful. There wasn’t a damn thing about Karina that wasn’t as breathtaking as Hawaii with a setting sun.

And I wanted more of her.

“May I kiss you?” I murmured.

She snickered. “Do you really ever have to ask me?”

I captured her lips as my groin jumped to attention. I was already hard for her. Already leaking for her. I needed her more than ever in so many ways. But for the moment, my arms cloaked her back. She fisted my shirt, pulling me closer as her tongue dueled in a battle for dominance with my own. I gripped her ass cheeks and picked her up against me.

I walked us down into the cabin of the boat.

We fell to the mattress as the soft rocking girded our movements. Clothes were shed, and sweet nothings were exchanged as my lips traveled the length of her body. I kissed her shoulder. Her breasts. The dip of her waist and around her belly button. I let my tongue travel along the insides of her thighs as well as her pussy lips until she rolled her hips in ecstasy.

“Yes, Zane. Oh, you’re so good at this.”

I needed more, though.

I needed all of her.

I felt her trembling as she approached her end. Then I opened my eyes and gazed up, watching her tits pucker for me. Her back arched. Her toes curled, and her thighs were clamping around my cheeks. And just when I thought she was about to fall over the edge, I rushed up her body.

I swallowed her groans of frustration with my own mouth.

Effortlessly, I penetrated her, feeling her walls fluttering tightly around me as I planted my hands into the mattress. Her nails raked down my skin, leaving marks in their wake that burned with searing passion. I thrust against her beautiful body, feeling her jump and hearing her gasp. I sucked on patches of skin against her neck. I lost myself in the moans and whimpers that fell from her full, pillowy lips. She was heaven, and I was home, and I never wanted that moment to end.

“Oh, Zane.”

I growled. “Karina. Shit. You feel so… so amazing.”

“Harder. Harder, please. I need you, Zane. I need all of you.”

Her words filled me with gasoline before she doused me in fire. Her nails dug into my muscles as I pounded against her, the sounds of skin slapping skin, filling the small cabin around us. She felt like velvet and silk. Her tones were like warm chocolate being poured over a strawberry. I captured her lips, letting my tongue fill her mouth as my balls pulled up into my body.

Then, I felt it.

I felt her legs lock around me.

“Mhm. Mhm. Mhm. Mhm. Mmmm, god.”

I sank myself into her one last time and felt her walls pulling me closer -- pulling me deeper into her as they milked me for all I had. She collapsed against the mattress, quivering and shaking as my body pulled taut. Threads of arousal spilled from the tip of my cock, coating her as she panted for air. And as I collapsed against her, our bodies covered in one another’s sweat, I softly kissed her shoulder.

Our hearts beat together as one.

“Karina?” I murmured.

She mindlessly kissed my cheek. “Yeah?”

“Will you stay with me tonight?”

She paused. “On the boat?”

I chuckled breathlessly. “No.”

I lifted myself up and looked deeply into her eyes. “Will you stay with me in my bungalow tonight?”

She cupped my cheeks. “I’d love nothing more, Zane. Truly.”

My lips fell to hers as her arms wrapped around my body. I held me against her as my cock stayed sheathed within her warmth. I’d never met anyone like her in my entire life. I’d never met someone so beautiful and so loving and so caring and so willing to forgive past mistakes.

Well, I’d met one other woman like that.

And I hoped, for both of our sakes, that things didn’t end like that again.

One Week Later

“Way to go!” Karina exclaimed.

She high-fived me, and it actually hurt my palm a bit.

“Holy shit. Where