“Ah,” she called out. “Nicki,” she nearly screamed as another fierce orgasm ripped through her core and rocketed her entire being.
Nicholas growled as he pushed several more times before collapsing down behind her, his breathing heavy like hers.
“I can’t think,” she whispered.
He chuckled. “Good. You don’t have to.” With his arm wrapped around her, they laid together in amicable silence, enjoying the after-sex glow.
Finally, he lifted on his elbow to look down at her. “I can honestly say it’s been a long time since I’ve enjoyed sex so much.”
She giggled. “I’ve never had sex this good.”
“Well, I’m glad I’m able to give that to you.” He pecked her lips. “Would you mind if I rinse off in the shower before breakfast?”
“Help yourself. I’ll try and make myself presentable.”
He leaned down and kissed her longer. “Baby, you could go down there just like this and be more than presentable.”
She grinned. How did he do that? How did he make her feel like she was the most beautiful woman in the world? She wasn’t. Sure, she had some nice attributes, but her boobs could be perkier, maybe her hips a little curvier. When she was all made up—dress, heels, all of it—she was like an eight. Nicholas treated her like she was a ten.
That was one thing, she admitted, she would miss after they each went their separate ways. His compliments.
Cat daydreamed over breakfast about the love making she’d had with Nicholas the prior day, how intimately he’d licked and kissed her. The intensity of her orgasm surprised and shocked her. Frankly, this entire trip shocked the hell out of her. She chuckled into her coffee cup.
Nicholas had appointments on Dominica and wouldn’t return until dinner that night. Tuesday.
She was closing in on her departure date and dreaded it. Her time on Saint Lucia was like a real-life fantasy. It was only temporary, yet she couldn’t help but want it to go on.
Wasn’t that always the case with vacations?
Ah, but this vacation—this vacation-cum-summer-fling—brought things to a whole new level.
She had no doubt she’d miss Nicholas when she returned home, but she wouldn’t regret a single moment of these two weeks. Not one.
She smiled again as she stared out across the pool and patio to the ocean in no hurry since there were several hours before her facial.
The waiter reached to clear her plate. “Can I get you anything else, Miss?”
“Yes, please. Could I have an ice water to go?”
After she had her ice water, she grabbed her sketch pad and charcoals, and made her way to the valet. She took the car ride into town in search of an old church she’d read about.
When the driver stopped, Cat’s jaw dropped. A beautiful stone church with its huge wooden door, tall steeple, and iron fence took her breath away.
“Thanks,” she told the driver.
She found a comfortable spot across the street under a shady tree to sketch. There was so much detail in the building, she wanted to capture it all. She knew already that she’d have to come back another day to finish. No way would she rush this one.
After several hours, her stomach growled ferociously at her. Her driver arrived. Feeling incredibly accomplished, she had just enough time to get a bite, shower, and head to the spa.
She arrived at the spa, sans makeup, and the memories of last week’s massage popped in her mind. Little could she know that had been the beginning of something extraordinary. She lowered her head to hide her smile as she approached the receptionist.
“Catherine Dalton, here for my four o’clock facial.”
“Yes, Miss Dalton, please follow me.”
She followed the woman whose nametag read Josephine. Cat hadn’t noticed the short skirt of the woman’s black and white uniform last week. She was fairly certain most places in the States would have more conservative attire for their employees.
Josephine opened the door to a quiet, small room, all set up with a reclining leather chair, a floor lamp, and multiple bottles of lotions and creams on a counter.
“Please slip off your top and bra and wrap this towel around you. Alesha will be right in.” Josephine quietly closed the door behind her.
Cat changed and sat on the chair when Alesha walked in.
“G’afternoon, Miss Dalton,” Alesha said in a heavier Lucian accent than most of the workers at the resort. Her eyes sparkled when she smiled, and she wore the same black and white mini-dress uniform as Josephine that showed off her toned legs.
“Hello. Cat, please.”
“Cat, lie back, get comfortable, and I can have a good look at your skin.”
Cat relaxed and Alesha reclined the chair. Taking a seat behind her head, Alesha positioned an illuminated magnifying glass close to Cat’s skin. She investigated and placed small touches on Cat’s forehead, cheeks, neck, and upper chest. “Beautiful skin. I see a bit of dryness and your acid mantle is low. Do you have a toner with you?”
Cat couldn’t be sure with the woman’s accent, but thought she’d asked about toner. That was one thing Cat had forgotten to pack. “No, I forgot it.”
“Oh, no problem, dear. Let’s get your skin in tip-top condition.” Alesha lowered the lights and applied a cleansing cream, moving in gentle, circular motions. Her touch was instantly soothing. She stroked up the column of Cat’s neck, whispering praises about how soft her skin was.
It struck Cat how congenial and polite everyone was at the resort. No one tried to call her Mrs. Sumners, no one thought her requests for travel or food or whatever were too unusual. It was truly like every employee had the sole job of making every guest feel comfortable and welcome. Maybe, for a future vacation, she could come back here. Maybe with Celeste. That made her smile unbidden.
“You have a pretty smile, Cat,” Alesha whispered still diligently working.
“Thank you.” She kept her eyes closed.
In a short minute, Alesha spoke again. Cat had drifted into a tranquil state and couldn’t quite make out what she’d said. Something about décolletage.
Cat didn’t know what to say so she just nodded. “Mm-hm.”
Alesha loaded her fingertips with more cleansing cream and moved to Cat’s upper chest. Her caresses and pressure were excellent. Then Alesha loosened the towel and peeled down the fabric to reveal her breasts.
Cat’s eyes flew open.
“Please, Cat. Please relax and enjoy.”
Cat swallowed hard and closed her eyes, trying not to appear like a prude. Perhaps this was how facials were done in the Caribbean. She let the woman do her job—there was no reason to think her facial would be anything less than spectacular. She pressed her lips together and then released a breath.
Soon, Alesha used a warm washcloth to remove the cleanser. Next another cream, something with a fruity smell, smoothed over her face. Alesha made small circles over her forehead, cheeks, sliding over and under her nose, then down the front of her neck. More lotion was applied. Alesha made full circles over Cat’s breasts and up the middle as if she’d done this a million times.
Another warm cloth removed the tingly lotion, and then Alesha said something about a face mask.
The cool cream settled onto Cat’s face, down her neck and circled her entire breast. Cat’s mouth went dry. The woman was just doing her job, but ever so slightly, Cat was getting aroused. Alesha probably had no idea how sensitive Cat’s nipples were as she glossed over them with the concoction.