Chapter 210

Chapter 210
Claire's POV

“All of it off, Mr. Brown,” I’d said, and he was complying, stripping down with deliberate slowness.

I turned my gaze back to the water just as a splash broke the silence. Daniel had jumped into the private pool, completely naked, the water rippling around his powerful frame. My breath caught as I saw him emerge, droplets sliding down his chest, his grin wicked under the dim lights. “You joining me, Mrs. Brown, or just gonna stare?” he called out, his voice rough with the edge of alcohol and desire.

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t hide my smile as I stepped closer, letting my toes dip into the warm water. Before I could decide, Daniel surged forward, his strong arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me into the pool with a laugh. Water splashed everywhere, soaking my thin lingerie, and I gasped at the sudden coolness against my skin. His lips crashed into mine, wet and hungry, tasting of salt and the champagne we’d shared on the jet. My hands slid up his slick shoulders, fingers digging into his muscles as the kiss deepened, heat building despite the water around us.

We broke apart for air, my chest heaving, but Daniel didn’t let me go. His hands roamed my back, sliding lower to grip my ass, kneading the flesh with a roughness that sent a shiver through me. “You’ve got no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” he murmured against my ear, his breath hot. His fingers pressed harder, spreading me slightly, and I felt a jolt as they grazed between my cheeks, bold and unapologetic.

I pulled back just enough to look at him, licking my lips, my body squirming against his hold. “What, you’re drunk already? Losing it?” I teased, my voice low, though my pulse was hammering.

Daniel’s eyes darkened, his voice a gravelly whisper. “Call it losing it if you want. I don’t care.” His hand slipped between my thighs, fingers finding my pussy through the soaked fabric, rubbing with a slow, deliberate pressure that made me gasp. My hips jerked instinctively, wanting more, but I pushed against his chest, half-hearted.

“Daniel… no… not here,” I breathed, even as my nipples hardened, brushing against his chest through the thin lace. “What if… someone from the next villa hears us?” My words came out in stutters, interrupted by soft moans as his fingers kept teasing my clit.

He chuckled, a low, dangerous sound, and pinched my nipple through the fabric, twisting just enough to make me whimper. “You’re not fooling me, Claire. You love this.” His voice sent a thrill down my spine, and I felt my resolve crumbling as his touch grew bolder.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my knees pressing against his hips, teasing his cock with every small movement. “Been holding back for a while, huh?” I whispered, my lips brushing his jaw, tasting the salt on his skin.

His gaze locked on mine, raw and unguarded. “Since I saw you in that wedding dress, walking toward me.” His hands tightened on my hips, pulling me closer so I could feel his hardness against my thigh.

I tilted my head, licking along his throat, feeling his pulse jump under my tongue. “And? What did you think about?”

Daniel’s lips grazed my shoulder, his voice a rough murmur. “Wanted to rip it off you myself.”

I laughed softly, though my body was on fire. “Even in that pure, perfect moment, you were thinking dirty thoughts?”

He lifted me slightly, his eyes level with mine, intense and unashamed. “Yeah, Claire. I’m messed up like that. What’re you gonna do about it?” His tone dared me to push back, but instead, I crushed my mouth to his, our tongues tangling, spit mixing as the kiss turned sloppy and desperate.

His fingers slid under my panties, pulling them aside to circle my clit, fast and rough, making it swell under his touch. I clung to his shoulders, biting my lip to muffle the sounds building in my throat, so close to losing it right there in the water. “Legs around me,” he growled, lifting my ass so I could wrap myself around his waist. I felt the head of his cock nudge against my entrance, and with a slow, firm thrust, he pushed inside, stretching me open. The water lapped around us, adding to the sensation as he started moving, each thrust harder, deeper.

“Slow down… I’m gonna…” I gasped, my nails digging into his back, my body trembling as the edge approached.