The air was thick with the scent of salt and summer heat as Isabella leaned against the wooden railing of the secluded villa. Her red bikini hugged every curve, the delicate crochet skirt barely concealing the fire burning beneath her sun-kissed skin. The ocean breeze tangled in her long, wavy hair, but it was the heat from Antonio’s gaze that made her shiver.
He watched her from across the patio, his dark eyes glinting with something primal. A slow smirk tugged at his lips as he crossed the distance between them, each step deliberate, filled with intent.
“You know,” he murmured, his fingers brushing her bare shoulder, “you drive me insane when you tease like this.”
She turned to face him, pressing her back against the railing, trapping herself between the wood and his sculpted body. “Maybe I like making you lose control.”
His chuckle was low, almost dangerous. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “Is that so?”
Before she could answer, his hands slid down her waist, tracing the curve of her hips through the intricate net of her skirt. He gripped her firmly, lifting her just enough for her to feel his strength, his need.
Her breath hitched as he pressed a slow, searing kiss against her throat, his lips tasting her skin like a man starved. The world around them blurred—only the rhythmic crash of waves and their rapid heartbeats remained.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered against her collarbone.
But she didn’t.
Instead, she pulled him closer, surrendering to the night, to the heat, to the whispers of temptation that neither of them could resist.
