Pink floods her cheeks again and I squeeze her hand.
“You like me?” I ask, amusement flooding my voice.
“Don’t be a dick, I meant that I like it here. In this paradise.”
“Sure you do. What is there not to like? I have money, I am charming and devilishly handsome, and I fuck like a Greek god.” She gasps, and I wink down at her.
“Fucking hell, Romeo, you cannot be talking like that out in public. You will have women offering to suck you off in an instant. How would that look online? The press would have a conniption seeing you involved in sexual activity on a beach in Hawaii. It is like they love seeing you with different women, and do not get me started on these ridiculous headlines that are printed.”
"And may I ask how you are aware of what is being discussed about me online?" I inquire with a grin in place, letting her know that I am not pissed whatsoever that she looked me up online.
She huffs, kicking some sand with her toes as we keep walking.
“I was told. Simone has a thing for you,” she rushes out.
“Simone, your best friend?” She nods in confirmation. “And what did she tell you about me?”
When we make it to the road, I point to a bench so we can sit down and put our footwear on. Then I slip my T-shirt over my head and I hear Nell whimper. When I pull the material down, I see her looking at my abs, and I smirk.
“Like what you see, babe?”
Her gaze flashes to mine, her mouth parted like she knows she has been caught checking me out, then she blinks and shrugs.
“It’s alright. I have seen better.” People walk past us, and I see men checking her out, then it hits me that she is still in her bikini and torn skirt thing.
I spot the entrance to the mall and take her hand in mine and lead her into the building, looking for a store where I can find her a dress to cover up with.
“What are you doing?” she asks me.
We enter a store, and I ignore the store assistant. “Find a dress to wear. I am not sure of your style yet, so I do not want to assume that you will like what I pick for you.”
“But I am wearing clothes.” She looks down at her body, and I growl.
“No fucker will be seeing what is mine,” slips free, making her let out a breathy gasp, and her wide eyes take me in.
“Yours? Since when?” she inquires but moves to the rack of clothing.
“Since I had my tongue down your throat and your body pressed against mine.” I move in behind her, and my hands go to her hips. “I know you feel it, too.”
Her mouth drops open and closes again, and I grin, stepping to her. Using my forefinger, I close her mouth for her.
“Pick something, then we will eat.”
A frown appears on her face from my sudden change in subject, but I need to stop talking about kissing and touching her before my cock turns to steel in my shorts.
“I can’t believe that you just said that. I do not belong to anyone but myself,” she huffs, walking away.
“While you are here, you belong to me, Nell.” The words slip out before I can stop them.
She blinks, and I swear I see a flicker of disappointment in her eyes, but it is gone just as fast as it came.
“Right, while we are here,” she mutters and walks away.
The air around us has gone ice cold, and I know that I said the wrong thing. I knew it as soon as the words slipped free.
Tucking my hands in my pockets, I follow behind her with my head down. Shame is lashing through me that I reminded her that we are here on a week deal only, as far as she is concerned. This connection between us needs to develop, and I hope to fuck I get to keep seeing her past these seven days.
This is fast, but it feels right. I am usually a man who takes what he wants, but Nell is not like the usual women I fuck; she needs care and respect, and I want to give her all that she deserves. Nell loves romance books, so I want to give her romance, make her swoon and then come all over my cock when I fuck her.
