I widened my eyes at her. “Seriously? I plan on doingyouat the beach. It’s a private beach. No one around for miles. Totally something to scratch off your sex bucket list. Ditch the ereader. You’re not gonna need it.”
“Fine.” She huffed and reached into her bag and tossed her tablet onto the small sofa. “But we can’t bring condoms. Where will we put them after they’re used? We can’t litter, and I don’t want someone to have to pickthatup after us.”
I shrugged. “They’ll probably have a bag for trash. At the very least, they’ll have our sandwiches or whatever wrapped up. We can use that.”
She pulled a face like it was a gross suggestion.
Seriously? Were we really not going to have sex on our private beach picnic because she was squeamish about disposing the used condom later?
Saylor bit her lip for a moment then looked at me with a cautious expression. “I was thinking about that last night…after, you know.”
“After the best sex ever? I think that’s what you called it…”
She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I’m only twenty-two, so there’s plenty of time for better.”
“Oh hell no.” I tossed my sunglasses down then toed off my sandals. “Challenge accepted. Come on. Take off the sundress. Let’s do this.”
“Mal!” Saylor laughed and feigned like she was going to run when I crossed the room to take her in my arms. Despite her protests, she snuggled deeper into my arms. “No. We don’t have time for more sex. We’re going to have a once in a lifetime snorkeling session followed by a picnic on a private beach.”
“Wherein we’re going to have sex on said beach. Right?” I nuzzled the side of her neck. If she wasn’t into it, I wasn’t going to pressure her. But I couldn’t deny that I was bummed. Sex on the beach! I mean, come on. Who cared about a used condom being seen by the staff? They knew we were fucking.
“That’s what I was thinking about. I’m on the pill, and you said it’s been almost a year since you were with someone else. Which means you’re clean, right? Tested and everything?”
My heart stuttered in my chest. “Right…”
She hunched slightly. “I got tested once I found out about all the ways my ex was lying to me. I’m clean too.” She bit her lip and looked at me with this uncertain expression. “So I think we can do away with the condoms. It’s not like we’re going to be sleeping with anyone else here, right?”
“Right. I mean, are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” She bit her bottom lip and looked up at me through her eyelashes, her cheeks red.
I groaned and had to kiss her. My lips moved over hers like I was returning from war. I hadn’t gone bareback with a woman since I was a stupid teen who thought he was bullet-proof. This was epic, paradigm changing shit.
Finally Saylor broke the kiss and pushed against my chest. “Again, we don’t have time for this. Samu said we’d leave at 10:30.”
“Samu will leave when we’re ready.” I ducked down again to kiss her.
She let me, for all of a second, before pulling away. “What about my sex bucket list? I think it just merged with yours. Bareback sex on a private beach?” She danced out of my arms and walked backward toward the door. “You coming?”
I groaned and dropped my head back. “Not for at least an hour, apparently.”
Saylor’s laughter had me grinning despite my aching erection as we walked out the door.
Not long after, we were bouncing across the waves on a small boat with Samu grinning as he operated the outboard motor.
“We gotta get you out here fishing!” he hollered over the sound of the engine.
Saylor squealed and burrowed into my arms at the cold spray from the ocean.
I raised my eyebrows at Samu as my answer. Seriously? I had this in my arms. Fishing could wait for when I was too old to get it up anymore.
He tipped his head at me like he got it.
Ten minutes later, the boat bobbed to a stop in the center of a large bay. The island was shaped like the Greek letter omega, and the bay we were in was the very center of the large loop. A horseshoe bay they called it. In the distance, a sailboat wasanchored, but they couldn’t come close since this was a privately owned island. And the sandy beach was deserted, ending in jungle growth beyond. The inhabited section of the island was a good hour hike away.
We’d be completely alone.
I grinned down at Saylor. I couldn’t fucking wait. Literally.
