So amazing, so very amazing.
The kiss deepened into something incredibly passionate, urgent, hungry. And their hands began to move. There were moments of abandoned awkwardness that became moments of laughter that broke between the touch of their mouths as they struggled to remove their own clothing and help one another at the same time.
For a few blissful minutes, Wes decided they were going to forget all about being perfectly professional.
And maybe they were necessary minutes. Time to remember that the world really was beautiful, that incredible people existed, that beauty could outweigh ugliness.
Because they had both made this crazy decision. And once made, it was all out.
Clothing was strewn everywhere.
Touching hands went everywhere.
His kisses touched upon the silken soft beauty of her flesh, and hers aroused him to levels he wasn’t sure he’d ever known.
And being together, coming together completely, hard and urgent and yet each movement like something of a sleek and stunning ballet...
And then...
Breathing, just breathing, hearts thumping, and still... her face against the dampness of his chest, yet when she looked up, she was smiling.
“We did that really well,” she said lightly. “Just like a real couple!”
“Yeah,” he agreed lightly. “It was pretty real!”
She smiled and stretched and murmured, “If there had been a problem, George would have called you. So, we’re good. And you know what I was thinking?”
He laughed. “No, not at all right now.”
“That there is a beautiful king bed in that little room. I mean, at this point...”
“We should both just sleep in the bed?”
“Exactly!” She rested her chin on her hands on his chest, grinning at him.
“I don’t know,” he said lightly. “A bed... hm. I might be tempted to really try it out!”
“And if you weren’t, I’d throw you out!” she assured him.
Laughing, he lifted her to her feet and joined her, caught her hand and led her into the bedroom.
A real bed. It was going to be fun to sleep on one when they finally got to the part of the evening where they were really going to go to sleep!
When the alarm rang, he was up like a bolt of lightning. Waking, being together as they were, might have been far too tempting.
And the morning, of course, was important.
And so he was showered and dressed when Chloe brought her clothing through the little parlor area, grinning at him as she headed into the shower.
And as usual, she was showered, dressed, hair brushed, everything done to make her ready for the day in a matter ofminutes. Of course, he’d expected to see her in her bathing suit; they had both planned on the diving excursion.
But he was surprised that she was in a wet suit—a lightweight one, not the heavier kind that were created for cold water, but just an encompassing suit that protected the body.
“Nice!” he told her.
“Hey, I’m from Florida. I’ve been diving when we’ve run into jellyfish, other stuff—I don’t like weird things touching me.”
“Other than me?”
