“Mhmm.” His fingers traced a line under the curve of her breast in the halter-topped bikini and her nipples puckered in response.
“What about the green one?” she asked. She’d worn it poolside in Seattle and he’d paid her plenty of compliments at the time.
“I like that one, too,” he said with a slow grin that made her breath hitch. “But this is my new favorite.”
He pulled at the bow behind her neck and the top fell away to reveal her breasts, her nipples turning into even harder pebbles.
“Yeah, this is my new favorite,” he said. He covered her mouth and backed her toward the shower.
They undressed slowly, kissing and stroking each other in a leisurely manner, as if they had all the time in the world. And it felt as if they did. Being away from the hustle and bustle of their everyday life had slowed them down.
When they finished their shower, Daniella wasn’t just washed clean. She’d been licked and kissed with a thoroughness that had sent her spiraling into two satisfying orgasms.
Chapter Sixteen
Dinner with the O’Ryans was at an open-air restaurant in Málaga, chosen for its proximity to the beach and abundant fresh seafood. While they waited for the other couple, Cyrus and Daniella perused the menu and decided on one of the special grills or especial parilladas, for two persons. Daniella didn’t think she could eat that much food, but with Cyrus’s appetite, the amount of seafood promised would probably be perfect for him.
They were chatting quietly when the O’Ryans finally arrived, both flustered as they hurried over to the table.
“Sorry for the delay,” Sylvia said. She sounded out of breath, as if they’d sprinted to the restaurant from their hotel near the villa. After they were introduced to Cyrus, she said, “We left the kids with my mother-in-law, and we had a minor emergency. My youngest wasn’t feeling well and wanted to talk to me. She’s the baby.”
“She’s not a baby, but you treat her like it,” Rex said with a good-natured smile. He rested his hand on the back of his wife’s chair. “Our youngest is five, and ever since she turned two, my wife has been trying to convince me to have another one. To make up for it, she treats our daughter like a baby.”
“I do not.” Sylvia hit him on the shoulder.
Rex rubbed the spot, pretending to be hurt. “Kids are expensive, and I think four is enough, don’t you?” He looked at Cyrus for agreement. He didn’t know who Cyrus was. Daniella had only told them her husband hadn’t been able to join her on the beach because of a business call. They had no idea the extent of Cyrus’s wealth.
“I wouldn’t know,” Cyrus said. “We don’t have any yet, but we’re working on it.”
Daniella took a sip of her wine. She felt a twinge of guilt over the pills she’d brought on the trip.
“How long have you been married?” Sylvia asked.
“Four years,” Cyrus supplied.
“Don’t rush. Enjoy each other while you can,” Rex advised. “Because once the kids come, your life will be completely different.”
“In a good way,” Sylvia said, shooting her husband a chiding glance.
“Most of the time,” he added, a mischievous glint in his eye. Their differing viewpoints were a sight to behold. They managed to disagree without being disagreeable, argue without being argumentative and mean to each other. A skill no doubt learned over their fifteen years together.
“We are looking forward to it,” Cyrus said. “We’re definitely ready to start a family.” He slid his arm across the back of her chair.