“But there’s people in there. I wanted you alone.”
We order our food when the drinks arrive and are quickly left alone again. A string of fairy lights is hanging close to our table, and the candle in the center flickers in the slight ocean breeze. The air is still warm despite the lack of sun, and the dark skies above us turns the water inky.
“How much time is left?” I ask.
He checks his watch, “Seven hours.”
The date, as far as dates go, was the best I had ever had. It was normal, we talked and laughed and ate, and now I have his jacket on my shoulders and my shoes dangling from my fingers as we walk down thebeach, listening to the sound of the waves lazily lapping against the shore. His hand is strong and firm in mine, his thumb idly stroking over my skin. Goosebumps pimple across my body, the slight wind rolling off the ocean teasing a few strands of my hair.
The villa is up ahead, I can see the golden light spilling out of the many windows, and anticipation rolls through me.
I’ve been on edge all day, waiting for his electric touch. During our date I was distracted, but now we’re alone I know where this night is going to lead. I’m not sure I can handle being denied again.
He opens the doors and steps aside, letting me enter first. I drop my shoes just inside and head straight for the fully stocked bar. Malakai follows casually behind me, and while I fix a couple of drinks, he steps up close to my back, pressing his chest almost against me.
“Thank you,” He rasps as he bends and kisses me, sweetly, softly, on my cheek.
My hands shake when I pass him his two fingers of whiskey, having picked up on it being his go to drink.
“I had fun on our date,” I tell him honestly, “I’ve had fun all day actually.” Minus the no orgasm shit. It’s been wonderful, the heat, the pool, the house and time away. I needed it.
“Yeah?” He grins when I turn to face him, cradling the bowl of my wine glass.
I nod and place my wine down, a plan forming in my mind.
Just because he controls my time right now doesn’tmean I can’t play with fire a little. “I’m just going to get changed.” I tell him. “Be right back.”
I spotted the white lingerie he had packed for me earlier while we unpacked, the full set, and even though I didn’t plan on putting it on, that’s now changed.
Malakai is a relatively simple man when it comes to me. I can play him at his own game.
I grab everything I need and dart into the bathroom, stripping out of my dress and underwear before I place the lingerie on my body.
It’s from my sister’s boutique, a small business she put together some time ago now where she designs and manufactures lingerie. It’s stunning, a bright white lace number that leaves nothing to the imagination. It covers everything but with it so sheer, the pink hue of my nipples shows through on the bra, and you can clearly see the small triangle of hair at the apex of my thighs.
But I feel sexy in it. I leave my hair as it is, tumbling like glossy black waves over my shoulders and run my finger beneath my bottom lip, cleaning up the smear of gloss there. Then I grab the robe from the back of the bathroom door and head back down to find Malakai.
He’s out on the sun deck, his whiskey in one hand, the other buried in the pocket of his slacks as he looks down onto the lit yard. The ocean roars around us and the lingering warmth presses against my skin.
I pause a moment, running my eyes over him, appreciating the pure masculine form in front of me. He’s so effortlessly attractive, with his sharpjaw, dusting of facial hair, and his mop of dark brown hair that almost boyishly falls over his forehead like he’s just mused it with his hands.
“Hi,” I whisper, stepping out onto the deck.
He turns to me, eyes softening as he takes his hand out of his pocket and opens his arm to me. I go, tucking in tight as it comes around to hold me to him as he continues to look out across the yard.
“What are you looking at?” I ask.
“Nothing,” He answers immediately, “Just thinking.”
His hands steer me toward the set of patio seating near the house and he pulls me onto the wicker couch. I sink into the cushions, tucking in tight while my heart goes a million miles an hour inside my chest.
I don’t know why I’m so nervous. Sex with Malakai is easy. Explosive but easy.
Perhaps I’m just scared of being denied.
He tries to grab me when I move to stand up, not a minute later. Now or never.
“Come here,” He frowns, wondering why I’ve gotten up so soon.
