“Well, since I like the sound of my name in your mouth, I guess I have to vote for mushy.”
* * *
“I wonderif Thailand has squatter’s rights,” Anthony ponders as we walk into Ford’s family villa. The main areas have glass walls looking out onto the lush green mountains at our backs and the endless turquoise ocean in front of us.
Honestly, he’s got a point.
He’s also wearing a tasteful floral shirt with linen shorts and boat shoes, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so informal.
Even naked, he has a whole Edgerton thing about him. This is…nice.
“Think anyone will notice if we start living here full-time?” I ask, grinning up at him.
He kisses my nose. “More importantly, do we care?”
I shake my head. “No, not real—”
I squawk as Anthony scoops me into his arms and walks me through the living space out onto the back patio.
“Anthony, what are you—”
Without warning, he walks straight into the infinity pool, drenching both of us. I panic and grip his shoulders, grateful he doesn’t spend more than a few seconds underwater. I sputter as we breach the surface and smack his broad shoulder.
“Ouch,” I say, shaking my hand before smacking him again. “I can’t swim, Anthony! And you’re damn lucky this water is heated.”
He laughs, the droplets of water in his hair like diamonds. Pulling me into a warm hug, he nudges my legs until I’ve wrapped them around him. “Well, that is definitely a safety issue,” he jokes, half-serious. “And I will teach you how to swim on this trip.”
“I don’t want to learn anything,” I whine, fake punching his shoulders with my fists. “I just want to be railed within an inch of my life.”
Anthony’s laughter at my disgruntled complaint is contagious, and I nip at his chin. “What has gotten into you?”
He smiles down at me, so fully relaxed it makes my eyes prick. “You, you menace. You’re what’s gotten into me.”
“Why are we in the pool though?”
His face gets that soft-serious expression it does when he’s about to say something carefully, hopelessly romantic. “I had to make sure this is all real.”
This man is a danger to my heart.
“I mean, I know it’s fancy, but you can at least trust your eyes.” I laugh, kissing his dimple.
He dips his head, his cheeks coloring. “I know the place is real. But this thing between us…my brain is having a hard time catching up. All the travel is some sort of vague spinning globe in the background, but you and I—we’re in a bubble. I don’t see anything else but you. And I wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to wake up alone in my apartment having never tasted you.”
His chest rises and falls as the words tumble out of his mouth, and I palm his cheek. “This is real. And it’ll be real when we go back to New York, and it’ll be real on poker night, and in all the places we go. We’ll let the world in eventually, just not ye—mmph.”
He cuts off my words again with a kiss that feels like it comes from his soul. Like he might be as desperate for me as I am for him. I tighten my legs around his waist and try to match everything he’s giving me. He grabs my shirt below the collar, tearing downward, sending buttons pinging off into the water, following closely with his hot mouth on my collarbones and up my neck, licking into my ear as he pulls the shirt off the rest of me.
Blindly, he walks us to the side of the pool and plops me on the edge, making us even with each other. Wrenching himself back from the kiss, he similarly shreds his shirt, then continues kissing me as he frees himself of the fabric plastered to his skin.
He’s a little more careful with my shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping them before yanking the wet material, along with my underwear, down my legs. I catch the ocean over his shoulder as he lays hot kisses down my chest, stopping to suck and thumb at my nipples. Carefully directing me to lie out on the decking, I lose sight of the ocean in favor of the sky as he manhandles me, pulling my thighs over his shoulders.
Spreading my cheeks, he dines on my hole, his tongue across my skin competing with the sound of the ocean tide, the smell of my desire faint in the salt air. He swirls his tongue along the puckered skin until he’s invading me with its pointed tip.
“Oh my God, Anthony…” I bark out before losing all ability to speak.
Shit, he’s so fucking deep,I think as I practically spasm from the pleasure. Before I can even get my head around it, he moves up to my balls, sucking one, then the other into his mouth, tonguing them ravenously. He flattens his palms along my thighs, up my belly, pinching my nipples as he swallows my cock. He deepthroats me, sucking so hard it’s almost painful.
“Teeth,” I choke out, panting hard. “Please.”