“Yeah, she took Tylenol and went to sleep.”
“That’s good. We can bring her back some food. Now chop, chop. We’re losing daylight.”
Arm-in-arm, we descend the gangway from the yacht onto the marina, heading toward one of the many restaurants Jamaica has to offer.
We get there to find everyone already seated. When the waiter’s taking orders, I’m there, but not really. I order my food, listening while Henry tells me he’ll be visiting Addie in Newport soon, but my mind’s in suite seventeen. In bed with the girl that makes me question my sanity.
I miss her. It’s wrong, but true. I shouldn’t miss her. I shouldn’t feel this fucking possessive over her after just a few days, but there’s shit all I can do about it.
The feelings spread through me like a disease. Uncontrollable, but I have to control them. I have to tame them and let this progress naturally, or I’ll scare her away and fuck up the only chance I ever had at something real.
TWENTY-ONE
Addie
COLT’S ASLEEP WHEN I WAKE UPthe next morning, my head pounding after twelve hours in bed. Flipping onto my side, I prop my head on one elbow, watching his peaceful face. In the same breath, I realize I’m naked.
My cheeks heat as last night comes rushing back and I’m turned on again remembering how he watched me... like he never wanted to stop.
No one ever looked at me that way. No one ever touched or kissed me like he did. No one was ever so attentive.
I could blame his behavior on our fake dating act, but I know he’s not pretending. He’s not acting in a certain way to please my parents. No, heisattentive. Heiscaring.
He’s also dominant as hell.
Something I find entirely too attractive.
I’m not sure if he’ll be up for round two while we’re here, or if he’ll want to wait, but what I am sure of is that I don’t want this...usto end once the trip ends on Sunday. I want him to take me out on that date he promised.
I didn’t plan on sex last night.
I just wanted him to kiss me because the anticipation and his rejection was driving me crazy. I should’ve known we wouldn’t stop there. As soon as he gently gripped my neck, I knew we’d go the distance. The pull between us is undeniable.
I was intrigued by him the second he sat in front of me at the Express Dates, and that intrigue keeps growing every day, morphing into more.
“Morning,” Colt says, making me jump.
Lost in my head, staring into the distance, I hadn’t noticed him open his eyes.
“Morning. We missed dinner.”
He smirks, stretching out. “Youmissed dinner. I had roast duck with figs and sage glaze, zero cock soups, and no dicks for dessert. Then, instead of watching the lame rom-com Amara picked, I played poker with your dad until midnight.”
A small smile tugs the corners of my lips. “Dick desserts are good. You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“I’m more of a pink pussy sherbet type of man. If that’s ever on the menu, count me in.”
“You had your fill last night,” I remind him, the visual of his head between my legs invading my mind.
Colt tenses immediately, the playful jokes long forgotten. He flips onto his side and props his head on one arm, staring down at me. “How do you feel about that?” The muscles in his jaw work circles as he studies my face. “Any regrets?”
“Regrets? No. Why would you think that?”
“You saidno sexwhen I agreed to come here.”
“I did.” I stretch and yawn before I flip onto my side as well. “Only because I’d never pay for favors with my body, but that wasn’t the case last night.”
I didn’t come on to him to compensate for his troubles. I know he’s enjoying the trip—his first vacation in five years—andme. I came on to him because I couldn’t stop myself no matter how hard I tried rationalizing.
