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“What do you have in store for us today?” Taylor asked as we sat at the island eating fresh fruit and scrambled eggs.
“We have the dolphin encounter,” I began, glancing at my watch, “in less than an hour. Then there’s this waterfall near there I’d like to check out.” I sent her a sly grin and her face flushed. I had a feeling she knew exactly what I wanted to check out beneath that waterfall. “This evening, we’re booked for a sunset cruise, then dinner and a show with the group we met the other night.”
So much had changed since that night. I was no longer fighting my attraction for her. I wasn’t avoiding her body as though her touch would sear my skin. I’d been set ablaze by her, deep inside where the flames of my desire raged, but I no longer shied away from her touch. I craved it, greedily seeking it out at every opportunity. Even now, while we ate, I had my hand on her knee, my thumb rubbing over the bony protrusion.
“Wow, we’re going to have a busy day. That all sounds amazing.”
Once our breakfast was finished and the dishes were washed up, we got ready and headed to our first destination of the day. I watched as Taylor removed her little cotton shorts and tank top, revealing her swimsuit. She’d chosen something with a bit more coverage this time and I was both thankful and disappointed.
Her face lit up when a dolphin swam right up to her as soon as we were submerged in the water. She reached out a hand and gently stroked its snout and the top of its head. She giggled as it bobbed its head up and down and splashed her in the face. In that moment, I was eternally grateful that it was her here with me and nobody else. Gianna would have hated this. She would’ve fussed and made a scene because her makeup would be ruined. Taylor, on the other hand, was fresh faced and completely bare, save for some lip balm and sunscreen. She looked adorable with her long hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun, her light smattering of freckles on full display.
I had to stop making these comparisons. I needed to let go of Gianna and stop letting memories of her leach into the here and now. She was my past. Taylor was… well, she was my present. I couldn’t think about what the future would hold. It had been irrevocably altered in the last week. All I could think about was right now, where Taylor was front and center.
We waded in the water, playing with the dolphins until our time was up. Taylor stuck her bottom lip out in a pout when we had to get out and dry off. I chuckled and pulled her into my arms, kissing her head. She was so cute and so much damn fun to be around. I never wanted this trip to end.
The waterfall wasn’t far from where we’d played with the dolphins. I was surprised to find the area nearly empty, but also thrilled at the prospect of having a little privacy. Despite our efforts to dry off after swimming with the dolphins, our swimsuits remained damp. The hem of my light blue shirt darkened with the water seeping into it from my board shorts. The flimsy cotton material covering Taylor’s body clung to her just like I wanted to, hugging the curves and valleys, dipping between her breasts and legs. Good Lord, I was jealous of her clothes. I swallowed hard, suppressing a groan when she peeled the damp cotton from her hips and down her legs. I had to turn away and think of something else before I embarrassed myself.
The water was cooler here than in the ocean. There was more shade and a constant flow, but it was refreshing against the humid tropical climate. We jumped right in, Taylor squealing at the unexpected coldness. We splashed around, drawing closer to the falls, and Taylor gasped as chilly drops of water peppered her bare skin. I grabbed a hold of her and pulled her against my chest.
“I’ll keep you warm,” I promised against her lips. My actions ignited a firestorm of lust. The gold flecks of her irises glowed like a flame before she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to mine. Our tongues met and a slow dance of seduction ensued. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she drew me in closer, pressing her breasts against my chest. My arms tightened around her middle, my hands splaying over her back. We kissed until we were both breathless and I was hard. The water was mercifully up to our chests now, hiding the proof of my arousal pressed against her belly.
“Dalton,” she breathed when the connection was broken. Our chests heaved like we’d just finished running a marathon.
“Let’s get out of here.” It was supposed to be a suggestion, but it came out low and gruff like a command. This was fun, and I hated to miss out on enjoying more of this beautiful landscape, but I needed her. It didn’t matter that I’d had her only hours earlier. She kept me on edge, ready to lay her down and bury myself to the hilt at the drop of a hat.
Taylor
After we made love for the second time today, we spent a lazy afternoon lounging on the beach. We had lunch delivered and enjoyed it on the patio, watching as the waves rolled in and crashed against the shore. Our cruise didn’t start for a few more hours, so we had plenty of time to relax and soak up the sun before getting ready for the evening. We dozed off, the sound of the ocean lulling us into an afternoon nap. Our bodies were overly warm when we awoke so we took a dip in the clear blue water to cool off, wading lazily out to sea, hand in hand.
Dalton slid his arms around me, settling one hand low on my back, just above my ass while the other settled between my shoulder blades, pressing our chests closer together. He felt like a dream, our bodies connected from thighs to chest. His lips met mine in a gentle, languorous kiss. He took his time, tasting and exploring every corner of my mouth.
We stayed on the beach until it was time to get ready for the evening. When we finally came inside, I hopped in the shower first so I’d have time to get ready. I was rinsing conditioner from my hair when a cool gust of air hit my wet skin. I swiped a hand over my face, removing the excess water from my eyes before opening them. Dalton stood in front of me, his hooded eyes scanning down my body. He stepped inside the shower and I finally noticed he was naked. And oh, so hard. I gulped, the sight of him in all his glorious, naked perfection making it suddenly hard to breathe or swallow.
He closed the glass door behind him and wordlessly stepped up to me, his tall frame towering above me. His arms encased my torso and his mouth descended on mine, his tongue gliding over the seam of my lips. I willingly granted him access. When he rolled his hips and his erection slid against my damp skin, I groaned into his kiss as the water cascaded over our bodies.
He pulled back, a glint of mischief shining in his deep brown eyes. His hands slid around to my front, one gripping my hip while the other trailed slowly up my side to cup my breast. My breath left me in a whoosh when his thumb brushed over the tender bud. It puckered as he circled it, coaxing it into a stiff peak.
His head descended, his hot mouth replacing his hand, and my eyes closed as my arms came up to frame his shoulders. One hand slid into his hair, gripping it tightly, and I felt him smile against my skin. His hand skimmed down my belly, his fingers following the thin trail of curls before sinking into the inviting warmth that awaited him. My head fell back and a moan escaped my lips. He pressed me backwards until my shoulder blades connected with the cold tile and I gasped. His mouth left my breast and he knelt in front of me. He watched himself pleasure me for a moment and my inner muscles clamped around his finger. The act was so erotic, and I felt vulnerable with him staring at the most intimate part of my body, but it was so incredibly sexy.