Once we were settled into our seats, a waitress took our drink orders. I asked for a glass of plum wine and the other ladies in our party followed suit.
“That sounds really good,” the tall leggy blonde, Melissa, I believed her name was, piped in from across the table. The other two women voiced their agreement.
A chef in a crisp white smock and tall white hat slid in behind the grill a few minutes later and greeted us warmly. We had a great time trying to catch food that he flipped expertly into the air with his spatula in our mouths. Dalton and I laughed at each other as each of us were pelted in the face with a piece of broccoli. Only a couple of our tablemates were able to catch anything in their mouths, but we all clapped enthusiastically when they did.
“So, what’s your story?” Janie asked once our plates were full of fried rice, veggies, and an assortment of meats. I’d only learned her name because her husband liked to talk about her in the third person, bragging about all her accomplishments in the medical research field. Not that it wasn’t sweet how proud he was of her, but it was getting old.
“Janie here discovered this.”
“Janie learned how to perfect that.”
His nasally voice was starting to grate on my nerves. I took a large gulp of wine to try and keep my irritation at bay before giving him the abbreviated version of my life. Dalton did the same, keeping it vague to avoid talking about Gianna and his recently broken engagement.
When dinner was over, we headed toward the last show the fire eaters were performing that evening. We watched in amazement as the young man dressed in nothing but a colorful pair of loose fitting, capri-length pants effortlessly handled the flames. He danced to the fast paced, upbeat music, easily balancing a burning stick in each hand. I found myself swaying to the music as I enjoyed the show. Dalton smiled down at me, amused by my enthusiasm, and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into his side. I jumped back, shrinking away as the man held one stick up close to his face and sprayed liquid from his mouth, causing the flames to roar to life, increasing in size tenfold. Dalton chuckled and leaned into me, speaking directly into my ear, his voice low and full of gravel.
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.” A shiver ran down my spine at the heady promise. It was a bit ridiculous how easily turned on I was by him, but with his fingers digging into my hip and his hot breath on my neck, there was no way I could remain unaffected. I couldn’t wait to get out of there and escape back to our villa.
Dalton
Taylor’s sweet scent invaded my senses and I groaned. My mind was hazy, and it was too dark to see her, but I could feel her. Visions from last night came flooding back into my brain and I happily replayed them, enjoying a rerun of the night’s events.
When we finally stumbled back into our villa, our mouths fused together, the taste of plum wine on her lips, we were both ready to indulge in a little one-on-one time.
“I have an idea,” Taylor whispered giddily against my mouth.
“What is it?” I asked eagerly.
“Follow me,” she instructed, grabbing my hand and leading me to the back patio.
She walked over to the outdoor tub and turned the water on before slipping off her shoes. She started to take off her dress, but I stopped her. I’d waited all night to experience the pleasure of undressing her. Nothing was going to keep me from enjoying the task. I leaned down, gathered the material covering her legs, and bunched it in my hands as my lips met her neck. Her skin held a faint salty taste, a combination of sweat and the breeze off the sea. She groaned and her head fell to my shoulder.
I continued to lift her dress ever so slowly, drawing out the near agonizing anticipation. Pulling it over her head, I tossed it to the side and unhooked her bra. I spun her around to face me and knelt in front of her, my mouth even with her hips. She gasped as my teeth grazed her hip bone, trapping the tiny strap of her panties between them. I pulled it down, my fingers hooking into the other side, then kissed across her body until I found her center. Her fingers dug into my scalp when I planted a kiss there at the very top of her seam and my hands made quick work of removing the tiny scrap of material from her body.
Her lids were heavy with desire when I stood and brushed my thumb over her cheek, cupping her face. I pulled her to me, crashing my lips against hers and probing inside with my tongue. She let me in, meeting me thrust for thrust.
“Get in,” I commanded. She stepped into the tub, turning the water off as she sank down into it. I got in and eased down beside her, our bodies angled toward each other. As soon as my ass hit the porcelain, she was on top of me, kissing me, her hands framing my face. She settled onto my lap, her knees straddling my hips. My dick was trapped between us, pressing against my stomach, or it would have been inside her. It was a good thing he was stuck where he was because he was unsheathed. As bad as I wanted her, as much as I would love to lift her hips and let her sink down onto me with no barriers between us, I couldn’t. That would be completely irresponsible. Her brother was already going to be pissed about us hooking up. He’d be downright murderous if I got her pregnant.
As her hips thrusted and she rubbed against me, I damn near lost all self-control. She wanted a release and I was dying to give it to her. I reached between our bodies, putting a little space between us, and brought her to the edge with my fingers. She fell over it, digging her nails into my shoulders and moaning my name. Shit, that didn’t make this any easier. I grabbed the little bottle of soap with the resort’s logo on it and squirted some into my hand.
“Let me get cleaned up and we can have some real fun,” I promised her, rubbing the lather into my skin.
She took the soap and did the same, washing up quickly. When she was finished with her body, she started working on mine. Her hands found my erection and stroked over it. I wouldn’t be able to take much more before exploding. I grabbed her arms to still her hands and she frowned.
“If you don’t stop, we’re not going to make it to the good part,” I informed her with a wolfish grin.
“Oh.” Her features relaxed and she stood. Stepping out of the tub, she walked to the door and slid it open, not even bothering to dry off. Her wet, naked skin shimmered in the moonlight as beads of water dripped from her body. I opened the drain and scrambled out of the tub, following her inside.
I came up to her, gripping her hip and kissing her hard before throwing her onto the bed. She squealed in surprise and let out a giggle. I crawled over her body and my kiss swallowed the sound. Grabbing a condom from my drawer, I covered myself before sinking into her. I brought her to orgasm twice before succumbing to my own.
I blinked my eyes open, the memories of last night slowly fading away. My arm curled around Taylor and I pulled her closer to me. I was lying on my side with her back pressed to my front, and I was rock hard from thinking about last night. I slid my hand under her shirt, resting my palm against her stomach. She stirred and mumbled something unintelligible in her sleep but didn’t wake. I let my hand travel up her breast, palming it like I had the morning I pretended I wasn’t dreaming about her. She moaned and arched her back, rubbing her ass against my already aching erection. I sucked in a sharp breath and stilled my hand, gathering my composure for a moment. Once I was a little calmer, I began working my fingers over her nipple, playing with it until it was hard.