His brows knot together, a pensive look stretching his facial muscles taut.
“What is it?”
He opens his mouth, and my breath hitches in expectancy, but the flight attendant interrupts our moment by informing us we must buckle up as we’re about to land.
As soon as we’re off the jet, the landscape takes my breath away. A green paradise everywhere I look. Sweat rolls down my body as I face the hot and humid atmosphere.
Climbing in the topless Jeep, I stare entranced at the scenery passing by. We drive through a thick jungle, and when we reach our hotel, it’s even more beautiful than in the pictures. We’re surrounded by a lush landscape, and various luxury villas are sprinkled around us, each with a pool.
I grab his hand and don’t let go as we check in, barely keeping my excitement at bay.
The concierge shows us our villa. The traditional design, with a thatched roof, blends seamlessly with nature, the infinity pool giving you the impression that you swim right in the forest. Beyond the tips of the trees, the ocean stretches. A waterfall susurrates, and its sound, mixed with the chirping of birds, adds even more allure to this tranquil and romantic ambiance.
“It’s breathtaking,” I murmur.
I turn around to share this moment with him, only to see him already looking at me, his hands tucked in his pockets.
“It is.”
Potent emotions cram in my chest. I don’t know who moves first, but we crash together in a whirlwind of passion. His hands dig into my waist while mine claw at his arms.
I wet my lips, past my breaking point. “Ten days.”
“There’s no break in our friendship, but you’ll be mine the way I want you.”
I nod, coming undone by the seams. “Yes, and after ten days we…”
“We go back to normal,” he agrees, but his clipped tone lacks guarantee.
The deal sounds too good to be true like we both thought of something similar. My hesitance shatters into a million pieces, impossible to reassemble.
Our mouths meet in a slow kiss, exploring languidly as we let go, embracing the desire—not rushing through but savoring each decadent sensation. God, it feels exquisite. He devours my mouth, ravishing my insides. Every sensual lick and playful nibble breaks me apart, puts me back together.
A kaleidoscope of stars unfurls behind my closed eyes, blinding me with their bright colors, dizzying me with the rapidly changing patterns.
I could kiss him forever, but sadly, we need to come up for air.
He tips my chin up and I see my eyes in his, meshing in a haze of lust.
“I want you so much. I want nothing else and no one as much, Lilly.”
It’s the same for me.
“Tell me you want this. You want me,” he says with urgency that triggers mine.
“I do,” I murmur.
Why does he need my permission when I ache for everything he can give me?
He comes for another kiss, this one hungrier, more intense, flaming up the passion between us.
His hands move down my body, grazing my stiff nipples with his thumbs. Goose bumps spread over my heated skin. My toes curl, sucking in a breath.
One slight touch and I am wanton, frantic for a release.
He lets a satisfied groan out and peels my top off. Unclasping my bra with ease, he takes a step back, eyeing my breasts with raw hunger. He makes me feel beautiful, but my impatience wavers. It seems like forever since we were together.
I sashay toward him and tug at his shirt, not caring about anything but feeling him—all of him. Our naked chests press together. He’s hard everywhere, looking mouthwatering. I can’t tear my eyesfrom his sculpted body. My fingers itch to trace my hand over every hard plane, implant myself on him to ease my craving.
