“I can’t concentrate.”
“Why?”
I huff again and move to straddle him. “I didn’t come here to read.”
I press my hands into his chest, feeling the coarse hairs there. He feels wonderful between my thighs, powerful and strong. My heart kicks a crazy beat up in my chest when he moves a little, so I can feel his cock filling underneath me. That’s more like it.
Colby pushes his sunglasses up his face with one finger. “Maybe relaxing isn’t up your alley. We can go deep sea fishing or catamaraning. We can do a dolphin sighting tour or go paddleboarding.”
I leer down at him, baring my teeth. “I didn’t come here for any of that either.”
Colby reaches up to sweetly brush a wayward curl from my forehead. “You’re not going to calm down until I’ve fucked you, are you?”
I bite my lip, intoxicated just by the idea of it. “Definitely not. So will you?”
He nods against the blanket, a flush darkening his cheeks. “Yeah, tonight. Can you wait that long?”
I stare down at him, frustrated and deeply annoyed. He definitely likes making me wait. I’m beginning to wonder what exactly Colby Smith is planning to do with me. Patience is not my strongest virtue.
“Fine,” I say between gritted teeth.
He just smiles serenely up at me. “It’ll be worth the wait. I promise.”
Yeah, whatever. I roll off him and stare up at the sky in annoyance. A few birds fly overhead as the clouds block the sun. Colby better be the best fuck of my life to make me wait so long. Like what kind of john doesn’t fuck his paid piece the minute he walks through the door? Oh, husband, blah blah blah. Whatever.
Colby leans up on his elbows, blocking the cloudless sky from my view.
“Are you sulking?” Colby asks around a teasing smile.
“No,” I grit out.
“Hmm.” He brushes his mouth gently over mine and tugs on one of my curls. “Get in the water with me?”
He helps me stand and I follow him out into the ocean like a lost puppy. I just barely resist the urge to stomp my feet in the sand.
3
COLBY
Eli Ruiz is going to ruin me. Just like last night, he’s sulky through most of dinner. A glass of wine seems to do the trick of relaxing him, so I give him another tonight. Miraculously it works again. He sips at the moscato, head tilted back to look up at the darkening sky, and I wonder what’s going through his brain.
Is he wondering why a forty-year-old man has purchased his pleasure for a week? Is he wondering why I brought him to my beach house? Is he wondering what I’m going to be like in bed? I don’t know what he’s thinking but I wish I knew. It’s been so long since I let myself get lost in somebody.
Marcus died three years ago from pancreatic cancer. He never even made it to see a year after fifty. It took me a while to get him to settle down with me, but he was worth the wait. Marcus was my wild child despite being older than me. He tested me in every way, made me better, made me want for things I had never wanted before. I miss him every single day.
But I have to move on, for myself and for his memory. I’m ready to love again, to take care of someone, to have a partner.
Maybe I can break past that barrier inside me that says I can never have something like what I had with Marcus again. Beau used The Boyfriend Experience and had nothing but great things to say. Something about this experience has to help me, get me over the divide I’ve been so afraid to jump.
The problem is Eli. I can’t figure him out. Yeah, he’s here to play my boyfriend but I don’t want a totally contrived experience. I want to be with a person this next week, not a robot. So I need to shatter through his barriers to get him to relax. If fucking him will get him to relax, that’s not a hardship on my end.
He’s beautiful with dark, curly hair, long eyelashes, a few moles scattered around his lithe torso, and eyes that penetrate me to the very depths of my soul.
Eli finishes his wine, then carefully sets the empty glass on the table. He blinks his dark brown eyes at me a few times and smiles in a way that sets my blood to boiling. He’s got a gorgeous damn smile with wide lips that are made to be kissed, made to be bruised from my teeth biting down on them.
“Will you take me to bed now, husband?” Eli asks, voice low and husky, just the right side of wicked too.
I don’t bother cleaning up the table, which is highly unusual for me. I like cleanliness and order in most aspects of my life. Eli lets out a surprised gasp when I pull him out of his seat. He sways for a second, but I steady him with a firm grip on his waist.
