Kidnapping the Brazilian Tycoon (12 page)

“Please,” she muttered, and she relaxed her shoulders and spread her legs wider to accommodate him inside her again.

Bruno eased his shaft in and carefully caressed her hips. “You okay?”
he gasped.
She nodded. She moved first, to show him she was okay with his size. More than okay. She stretched a bit more and squeezed his hard balls, her fingers cupping him. That did it. He thrust inside her, smoothly at first, just long enough to give her time to adjust.

Then the pressure of his fingers biting into her bare skin increased, and he drove himself in and out, each time slamming deeper. Besides the ocean waves, all she could hear was his heavy breathing. And, of course, the primitive sound of their sweat-slicked bodies smacking against each other. She couldn’t see his face but imagined he, too, hung by a thread.

Abruptly, he took his whole length out, and she trembled.

No. Not when she was so close. “Please…” she begged.

When he slammed inside her again, there was no holding back. He smacked her ass, and his large, heavy hand on her butt cheek enhanced the thrill, making waves inside her. This time, her pleasure scared her for a moment, and she almost wished he’d pull out again, unsure if she could experience the type of climax she had only read about. A couple more powerful thrusts convinced her to let the force finish what it had started. She closed her eyes, enjoyed the fast contractions of her body, each one more charged than the last. She called his name and let the throes of orgasm shake her inside out, and fill her with bliss.

She heard a loud, guttural sound behind her and rejoiced. She hadn’t been the only one to give in to sensation completely. Bruno acted like he was in control, but as they collapsed to the floor like two heavy potato sacks, she knew he was just as powerless. No one was in control.

The sex afterglow slowly gave way to reality as their breaths returned to normal, although her heart still slammed against her rib cage. She curled her toes against the gritty sand, which also clung to her butt.

Bruno sat behind her, his arms and legs cocooning her in such way she almost felt protected. She’d had her share of boyfriends in the past, but none of them had made her feel the way that she felt in this moment.

She sighed, and he must have sensed her tension return—Bruno gently blew on her back. If he wanted to cool her skin from the heat with the unexpectedly sweet gesture, well, the effect was quite the opposite. A charge zinged down her spine and shifted into a hot liquid at the pit of her stomach.

He planted a kiss on her shoulder before he stood and disposed of the condom in one of the old trash bins just outside the kiosk.

“Stand up.” He offered her his hand. Although he acted pretty natural about it, she knew there was no way this wouldn’t get weird.

Addie rose to her feet, and he disentangled his hand from hers.
My backside must look like fried tilapia, with the sweat and the sand sticking together.

He handed the bikini bottom to her, and she wondered when he had picked it up from the ground. With quick movements and avoiding looking at him, she put it back on, and he did the same with his suit. She tried not to focus on his glorious nakedness, a hard task.

He stepped closer and caressed her elbow, then gently steered her out of the kiosk.

“I have to get my bag,” she protested as he led her to a block of concrete located a few steps from the kiosk.

“We will.” He pointed at a plastic tub. An outdoor shower.

Cold water sprinkled on her skin, and she giggled. He joined her in the shower and gave her an intimate hug that quickly raised her temperature.

He kissed her with renewed energy, and she threaded her fingers in his hair.

“You taste delicious, Addie,” he said against her earlobe and then nibbled it. He examined her body with his hands, his fingers working hard to wipe the sand from her lower back and butt. “I can’t wait to do it again.”

Again?

He tightened his grip on her, and his length gave her the answer. Her bones started to dissolve from her body, one by one. She lifted her chin and, damn it, shimmering flecks of silver surrounded his toffee-colored, dilated pupils. For one moment, she allowed herself to get lost in that trance, and her knees weakened in response. A swarm of butterflies somersaulted in her belly, and the warm sensation floated up her throat. Crazy talk.

It was her turn to tear her gaze from his. She’d wanted him to show her more, to drop his barriers. And now that she saw a glimpse inside, was she ready? A relationship that involved more than sex was impossible. Relationship? Where did that come from? Just a while ago, he’d hid from her that Silas had contacted him. Trusting him was a liability.

He loosened his hands around her waist. “We have company.” He cocked his head to the side. A couple had just parked not too far from them.

She nodded, reached into the kiosk, and grabbed her bag, then wrapped herself with the beach towel they’d purchased in the store earlier. Then, it hit her…
Crap
. How could she go back to the way they were after the mind-blowing sex they just shared?

Did she even want to?

Chapter Ten

The playfulness they’d shared at the beach faded once they reached his sedan. Instead, a delicate bubble of awareness surrounded them. He fought not to smile every time he checked the traffic in the rearview mirror.

Stubborn grains of sand stuck to her shoulders, glinting in the sunlight, even after the quick shower. Glorious, wild blond curls fell carelessly on her shoulders. Just like the sex they shared. Glorious and wild.

He’d been surprised when Addie had admitted she wanted him. Well, she had before, with her body language. But this time, the woman in front of him had the confidence to back it up.

Blood rushed to his pants, making him uncomfortably hard as flashes of their lovemaking tugged at his poorly oxygenated brain. Her beautiful, pert ass. The way she’d thrown her head back and arched against him, rubbing her skin on his. Asking, no, begging for more.

Bruno wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand. He ached for release again. A release only she could give him, because until Addie he’d never met a woman so special, so freaking hot, so undeniably sexy.

The Mercedes purred when he pulled it inside the five-car garage.

With two other cars parked next to the one he used, he realized everyone was home. Camila must have returned from the university, where she studied psychology. What a great way for her to look for a healthy way out of her screwed-up family.

Not family. Me. I’m the one who’s screwed.

Well, not anymore. He was screwed once; he had done things he sure as hell wasn’t proud of. But it was the past, right? Or was it more present than ever, and he just tried to kid himself?

“I’ll grab the towels from the trunk,” Addie said when the engine died.

He pressed a button, and both of their seat belts automatically rolled off, granting them total freedom to return safely inside the house.

Would she sleep in his bed tonight?

He shifted on the leather seat and propped his back against the car door to look at her. She didn’t move. She looked at her trembling fingers and then reached for the door.

His heart thudded. He didn’t want her to leave without a word after what had happened. Addie was the curious, talkative type. To have her strangely quiet made him uneasy. Did she regret it?

“What are you thinking?” she asked casually. Her sparkling green eyes held a touch of amusement.

He smiled inside. No, she didn’t regret it.

“That kiosk might be a good investment,” he said playfully, though his words unsettled him the moment they left his mouth. Why was he thinking of creating more roots in Brazil when all he wanted was to be rid of them?

“We’ve already been to the open house.” She smiled; her lips curled at the corners but didn’t part. It was the suggestive, sensual smile of a woman who didn’t want to give it all away. And it undid him.

He pulled her from her seat and placed her on top of him. With a gasp, she rearranged her body so both her legs were on either side of his. Desire surged through him with such electricity he knew it could only end one way—with him buried inside her.

He lowered his lips to hers, or maybe she initiated. It didn’t matter. The wet, passionate kiss that unfolded made his cock strain against his swim trunks. Against her thighs. Control hung by a thread when Addie outlined the inside of his mouth with the tip of her tongue. Impatient, he fumbled to push her denim skirt up.

He dipped one hand inside her bikini bottom, cupping her butt and bringing her closer. He slid his other hand inside the front. He toyed with the smooth strip of hair and continued his exploration until he reached her hot, moist core.

A sexy, tortured moan filled the car. God, he loved how she moaned—with an expression on her face of satisfaction and hunger. Exhilarated, he rubbed his thumb on the spot he knew would drive her insane, then inserted one finger deep inside her.

He wanted to witness pure reckless abandon on her face. His imagination had conjured up an image when he tasted her sweetness, but he wanted nothing more than to look her in the eyes when she unraveled.

She had other plans, he discovered. Addie lifted her legs a bit—just enough to slide her hand inside his trunks. Once she cradled him in her soft hand, a thrill of insatiable lust overtook him.

Breathing raggedly, she managed to untie his string and pull his shaft out, stroking it with her eager fingers. “Yes.”

This woman was trouble. The more he had her, the more he wanted her, and where could it lead?
Shit
. But all those doubts dissipated the second their mouths met. If an escape from reality was all they could have, why not indulge for a while longer?

She leaned over him to fetch her bag from the middle console and grabbed a condom. Before he offered, she ripped the foil with her teeth and slowly rolled the condom on him, pure torture. He sucked in his breath and could feel the veins on his shaft pulsating, carrying blood, hot and thick. When she shifted and at last sat positioned on top of him, he threw his head back.

Her eye color shifted to a dark green, the same color of the seawater they’d bathed in earlier. She straddled him, and her inner walls clenched his length.

Bruno fumbled her out of her shirt and clumsily pulled her bikini top to the side, just enough to look at her small but perky breasts, the pink tips demanding his attention. She quivered, and he gently bent her back against the steering wheel, as much as possible in their confined space. He licked and sucked one tight nipple until he released it with a pop, only to do the same with the other.

Addie squirmed and sprang back, gluing his mouth to hers without warning. She rode him faster, her breasts bouncing up and down. He cupped them, teasing them, and she began to lose control. Her shout of release came, and he withdrew his mouth from hers to look at her. The expression on her face was of complete bliss, surrendering herself to the sensation.

The sight of her climax ignited his own. He moved inside her, grabbing her butt a tad tighter against him. In response, she contracted her walls around him, and with a couple more thrusts, pleasure ripped through him. Violently. Fearlessly.

The intense shaking turned into an even, slight tremble as their breathing slowly found steadiness. He kissed her head and held her close. He ran his fingers into her hair. She made a humming sound, then sighed.

“Wow.” She opened his door and got out, her limbs deliciously rubbing against his in the process.

She composed herself quickly.

What a magnificent woman. He removed the condom and wrapped it inside a plastic bag that lay on the passenger side floor.

She smoothed her dress and pulled her hair up in a ponytail. He caught sight of her eyes. They glowed.

Addie Duarte was the kind of woman a man should give everything he had. Smart, beautiful, caring. He glanced in her direction. Gone was her open smile, replaced by tight lips and a serious expression. What was she thinking? His heart tightened. He did not want to revert back to a closed-off fake relationship; he was already too invested. With a nod, he guided her through the garage door, which led to the laundry room and the employees’ quarters.

“I have to stop by the office to check my emails.” He turned to her when they reached the stairs. “Unless you want to come, too,” he added, huskily.

She chuckled. “It’s too soon for that again.”

Images of her naked in his office flooded his mind. Her ass rubbing the polished wood desk. Her slender legs wrapped tightly around his torso as he thrust deep inside her.

“If you say so.” Bruno ran his fingers through his hair. His teenage years were long gone. He should act like a rational, self-possessed man. After he had gone to the US, he’d enjoyed sex, by all means. But he couldn’t remember the last time his body felt close to combustion whenever a woman’s hands brushed his skin. When her gaze held his. When she smiled…

He swallowed.

“I’ll see you later?” She toyed with the hem of her tank top, her fingers fidgety.

He clasped his hand around the cold door handle. “Yes.”

She nodded and took the stairs without looking back. He knew, because, from the office door, he could see her sandals pacing up the steps—if he raised his head high enough to angle his vision at the gaps between the titled staircase.

Seconds later, he entered the home office he’d made his own. Working in the suite with her had proved distracting, and he enjoyed the complete focus of a quiet, uncompromising environment. Also, top-of-the-line printers, electronic gadgets, and a sleek PC were at his disposal. Thoughts of Addie resurfaced.
Damn it
. He’d made love to her at the beach. In the car. And all he wanted was—wait. Made love? No. They had had sex. They’d screwed like two horny, frantic teenagers. He couldn’t use that kind of language. She wasn’t his to love.

He could never offer her the kind of openness she deserved. He enjoyed the blend of desire and challenge in her eyes. Settling for pity instead wasn’t part of his plan.

A handwritten note from one of the nurses sat on the keyboard
. Your father would like to talk to you.

Talk? Bruno had been strategic in visiting his father when he’d been asleep. Still, there was only so much he could avoid. Dancing around the problem didn’t make it go away.

He pressed his lips together until his teeth bit into his skin.

Maybe it wasn’t about Toca do Tigre. Maybe his father wanted to spend time with him while he could. Bruno usually released the night nurse for a few hours and sat on a recliner at his father’s bedside. He would check the vital signs, his breathing, oxygen level, and heart rate on the sterile screen. He’d look at the sleeping man and think of his mother. How gentle and kind she’d been, always with a warm smile and open arms. She, too, had looked frail at the worst of her disease. But the similarities ended there: she’d had no access to medical care, private nurses, or healthy food. And barely any rest. The invasive presence of rats in their tiny concrete and brick house still made his blood boil. Whenever those memories crawled under his skin, he rose from the recliner and left the room.

“Pai.”

His father muttered something to Tereza, who nodded and left the room.

“Your mother would have loved that garden.” Pai touched the window and turned to him with mournful eyes.

Silence.

Bruno didn’t let resentment lodge in his throat. “She always loved flowers.”

“A man named Lancaster was here today.”

His body tensed. Lancaster had had a hard time with Bruno’s desire to wait. But the image of the man inside his home? That was a low blow. “What did he want?”

“He was in Rio for business meetings. He’d tried to call you all day, but your cell phone was off. He said he popped over to talk about selling Toca do Tigre sooner than agreed.”

Damn the man. At times like this, he was tempted to not sell to Lancaster anymore. But then rationalization sunk in. Lancaster had offered above market price. And when his father passed, he wanted to have Toca do Tigre’s sale already in process. He had agreed to give Addie more time, and he would, but he also wanted to make sure he severed his ties with his past. He didn’t want his last piece of real estate in Brazil lingering on forever.

“He’ll raise the initial offer if you turn it over to him sooner. He said he wants to start building soon,” his father said, in between coughs. “I told him you will call him back.”

He paced in the room. “I will handle it.”

“I’ve already told you to get rid of that land.”

“It’s more complicated than you think, Pai.”

“You can make it very simple. If you’re really a changed man, you don’t need to carry that burden anymore.”

Bruno held his breath and tried to process his father’s words. “What about the Kwanis? I want to give them adequate time to relocate. I will still sell the land, but there’s a delay. That’s all.” He echoed the logical voice in his head. Addie’s voice. How would his father react, especially after calling him a changed man, if he found out about his marriage of convenience? That he hadn’t found a nice woman to love in all those years, and he had actually vehemently avoided the nice ones, instead wasting his time with the bad.

“Why delay? Are you hiding something from me? Mr. Lancaster said you don’t need ten months to relocate them. Plus, his project will bring jobs to the local economy. He’s willing to hire them,” his father said earnestly.

Apprehension flowed through him. “It’s not that simple, Pai. There are more things involved.” More people involved.
Damn it
, he pressed his lips together. The last thing he needed was to bring up Addie and her passion for the tribe. He had to protect the reason behind their marriage at every cost.

“I don’t have much time left, Bruno. This might be the last advice I give you. I’ve been seeing your mother again, and she’s worried about you. We both want you to start fresh with Addie. Listen to me, for once and for all, and sell it.”

…

Addie reached out and patted the other side of the empty bed. What a fool she had been. She’d lain awake all night waiting for Bruno to return. She’d figured sleeping in his bed would be less hypocritical after giving herself recklessly at the beach and in his car.

Bruno not showing up was his way of setting things straight, wasn’t it? She let out a long sigh, the air rushing out of her lungs. Sex was all he had to offer. He wasn’t emotionally available. And to him, she was a piece of ass.

Was she? She wasn’t sure. The fact that it was eight o’clock in the morning and she had to ask herself when she had last thought of Michael was not a good sign. Michael would always have a tender place in her heart. And Bruno… He seemed content with her every other body part.

Which was why she’d waited and waited and waited. She’d sprayed on some perfume, slipped into one of those fancy negligees, and nothing. He couldn’t have worked all night, could he? She knew he could have gone to his father’s room, like he did every night. But usually he returned before dawn.