“Perfect,” I hum, and there’s no more talking, just us exploring each other.
The clock is ticking. We truly can’t afford to lose even a second.
I don’t know, nor do I care, how much time passes until we satiate this insatiable appetite.
Spent and satisfied, we roll out of bed and take a shower outside.
The view mesmerizes me—this is paradise on earth.
Stars twinkle in the sky, dancing on the surface of the pool as we wash each other. His presence makes it even more dreamy because he is a masterpiece as well, with all those ridges of muscles, carved in flowing strength.
Ian pays attention to every inch of my skin, so I feel utterly pampered. Then he snatches two towels, and, after wrapping me in one, I settle on the bed-like lounge.
He comes back from the villa, holding a bottle of champagne. A loud pop sounds, and he pours the golden, bubbly liquid that overfills the glasses.
We raise our glasses in a toast, and he says, “To us.”
“To us,” I reply, tossing it back.
I lie on his chest, his fingers brushing down my back as we stargaze. I wish we could remain here. Forget about the world and live our love story.
In this moment, it feels like nothing will ever come close to what I experience with him right here and now—a taste of paradise on earth.
When I lift my chin, he’s gazing at me. Our lips find their counterpart in sweet oblivion. Nothing will hurt more than giving this up when we return.
EIGHTEEN
IAN
I wakeup to Lilly draped over my side, my face buried in her neck, her long, soft hair tickling my nose as I inhale her sweet scent. Right now I have everything I desire most—her.
The invisible clock lies suspended above my head, reminding me I will have her for just the next nine days. The knowledge clenches my heart into an unyielding grip, threatening to soil my serenity.
Every heartbeat is a testament that she’s it for me. The fabric of my being recognizes hers as mine. While I can’t have her for real, I’ll lose myself in the dream of her, ignoring the brutal reality.
I flick a silky, brown strand back to nibble on her neck. My passion for her buzzes under my skin, my cock eager to sheath itself in her hot core.
She tilts her head, offering me more. I take the clue, wanting it all. I want everything from and with her.
My lips brush along her cheek and down to her lips, I can’t abstain from kissing. I dive straight into the paradise of her sweet mouth, exploring every nook and cranny for long minutes. I want to embed my DNA inside of her—erasing all that was before me, marking my territory so no one else can even come close.
“Ian.” My name rolls out as half a plea, half a moan.
I am right here, feeling so much my chest threatens to burst.
She opens her eyes, cupping my face. No words are needed as we kiss, the intensity rolling into desire for more.
My cock becomes rock hard, weeping for her attention. I’ve never experienced such intense passion, one that transcends the physical.
I am about to lose myself in her when a knock suspends my plan of ravishing her. Not even a thousand miles away can I enjoy some uninterrupted time with her, but I refuse to let frustration get to me. We have time. Until…
Sighing, I roll off the bed and pull some shorts on. When I open the door, the concierge greets me with a friendly smile and carries a breakfast cart inside.
From the corner of my eye, I catch the sun sparkling on the surface of the pool.
“Could you bring it outside, please?”
He nods and rolls it toward the terrace. Bending over the pool to place the tray on the water, it floats away.
