Chapter 1 #2
I bite my lower lip and cross my legs, a sudden ache growing between my thighs. “I like the sound of that. I think I might like the sound of that a little too much.”
“No such thing. We’re allowed to indulge if want to.”
The waitress finds the perfect time to interrupt, placing our drinks in front of us. “Anything else I can help you with?”
“No, thank you,” he dismisses her, his eyes never escaping mine as our gazes lock together.
The waitress sighs but remains professional and serves drinks to her other tables.
“And Dove?”
“Winston?”
“You are what I want to indulge in tonight.”
I’m a little stunned by his forwardness. I’ve never put myself out there like this before, throwing all caution to the wind. I don’t typically date. I’m too busy and I’m too tired to go to the bar for a night out.
Tonight, I want to be different. I want to be someone I’m usually not. I want to enjoy myself. I want a night to remember for the rest of my life, without the thought of my boss looming over me.
Taking one last sip of my drink, I meet his eyes that haven’t moved away from me. “Aren’t I a lucky girl, then?”
He growls before downing the rest of his drink, slamming the glass onto the table. His eyes travel up and down my body, drinking me in as if he’s still trying to quench his thirst after downing his whiskey.
A slower song begins to play with a beat that is meant to seduce. Winston stands from the table, holding out his hand for me to take. “Dance with me.”
He doesn’t ask. It’s a statement. A demand.
One I easily find myself obeying as I slip my hand into his again.
As he tugs me behind him toward the dance floor, I’m able to appreciate the width of his back and the way his tailored shirt forms to his body.
I’m almost jealous of his clothes for being able to touch his skin.
Would he be soft? Would he have chest hair?
No chest hair? Does he have freckles? Are there certain areas that he likes touched more than others?
So much to learn in so little time.
When we get to the dance floor, he pulls me close by gripping my hips until I’m flush with his body.
The music is sexy, slow, and sensual. Winston’s hands are on my hips, fisting the material of my dress which causes it to hike up my thighs a few inches.
His knee pushes between my legs, and we sway.
Our foreheads touch and our breaths mingle, our lips inches away from one another.
The humidity in the air sticks to my skin.
I lift my long dark hair off my shoulders and Winston’s hands slide up my body before one wraps around the back of my neck.
His lips drag across my jaw, and I gasp into his ear, wishing we were alone, somewhere private.
Taking me by surprise, he snags my hand to pull me away from the tent and I giggle, running behind him. My feet sink into the sand and I do my best to find traction while alcohol flows through my veins.
When we’re far enough away from the luxurious canopy, he swings me around and presses me against a tree. His fingers grip my chin, tilting my head up as his eyes search mine for any form of resistance.
He won’t find any.
Grabbing him by the shirt, I yank him to me, pressing our lips together at last. He lifts my leg around his hip, the wide expanse of his palm wrapping around my thigh as if I’m a gift he wants to rip apart, his fingers digging into my flesh.
His tongue delves into my mouth, the soft appendage stroking my own.
I whimper, digging my nails into his scalp and then raking them down and across his shoulders.
“Fuck,” he pants, breaking the passionate kiss so we can breathe. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone more than I do you.”
I lick my swollen lips, needing him closer, needing him to relieve the ache he has caused inside me. “Then do something about it,” I whisper, dragging my hand down his chest.
My fingers hook into his belt and I grow bolder, lowering my hand until I can grip his hard cock that’s tenting his pants.
“It’s our last night here. What are we going to do to remember it?” I press a kiss to his jaw, then the side of his neck.
The taste of salt is strong, the humidity and lust drowning us in heat.
His eyes narrow, taking my question as a challenge.
“So mouthy,” he says, his thumb rubbing across my bottom lip. “I can think of a few ways to keep those lips busy.”
“I don’t see you doing them?” I pretend to yawn, patting my mouth with my palm as if I’m bored. I find that I like daring him. I love the way his eyes seem to darken and his lips become firm. Almost like I’m about to get punished.
I yelp when he suddenly picks me up in his arms and walks further away from the music. “What are you doing? Where are we going?”
“I’m taking you to my own private room. We’re going to take a dip, cool off, and then I’m going to have my way with you until the sun rises. Only when it’s time to go our separate ways will you be rid of me.”
Swoon.
After experiencing an older man like Winston, I know men my age will never meet my standards. Winston is the standard that I will be using from this moment on.
I’m not sure how long we walk for. My lips are too busy placing kisses on his neck, feeling the vibrations of his growls with every soft suck I give his jugular.
“Finally,” he mutters.
I lift my head from his shoulder to be met with a giant house that has panoramic views of the beach.
“Wow. This is beautiful. I can’t imagine how much this is to rent—”
“I own this home and the property behind it. As well as some of the beach in front. We have all the privacy in the world.”
“You own this? What do you do?” But then I shake my head, pressing a finger against his lips. “Don’t tell me. We aren’t supposed to be getting to know one another. I only want to know your first name so when this ends, that’s all I have of you.”
“I’d be hurt if I didn’t want the exact same thing.”
The privacy gate swings open after he enters a code, revealing a giant pool. In my next breath, I’m soaring through the air and landing in the fresh, cool water of the pool. Breaking the surface, I gasp, staring at him as he stands with his hands in his pockets, smiling down at me.
“You look good wet, Dove.”
I splash him until the white shirt sticks to his chest and I’m able to see through it. The faintest color of his skin is peeking through the now-sheer material.
“So do you,” I tell him.
He untucks the shirt, shrugging it off to show a beautiful body.
The man is gorgeous, from his silver chest hair to the defined abs.
Winston doesn’t take his eyes from mine as he removes his belt.
In hard jerks, he bends the black leather, then yanks it from the belt loops.
He tosses it on a lounge chair along with his shirt, and I’m treading water, waiting patiently for him to join me.
I love the show.
The thought of waking up tomorrow knowing my time with Winston is over saddens me more than it should. I don’t know this stranger, but what I do know is that I’ve had more fun with him in the last few hours than I have in a very long time.
He unbuttons his pants and lowers his zipper, somehow making the movements of undressing seem sophisticated. He stands there in tight briefs that hug his thighs. They hang low on his hips to showcase the V he clearly works hard for, and they leave nothing to the imagination.
I dip my head in the water, needing to cool the heat flushing my cheeks. When I come up for air, he isn’t standing by the pool anymore. He’s gone.
“Winston?” I spin around, wondering where he could have gone.
“Looking for me?” He wraps his arms around me from behind.
I sink into his embrace, staring up at the moon that has revealed itself at last. “Thought you left me here all alone.”
He twirls me around, wrapping my legs around his waist, and his hands clutch my ass. “You must be out of your mind if you think I’d ever leave the best thing that has happened to me on this trip.”
I place my arms on his shoulders, crossing my wrists behind his head, and stare into the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. “I want to remember every detail of you.” I trace his jaw with my finger, then his cheek bones, his nose, and the perfect curvature of his mouth.
We stare at each other in silence as he carries me around the pool, taking each other in as if it’s our last night on Earth.
“I wish I’d met you a week ago,” he admits, kissing the edge of my collarbone. “It would have meant more time with the fleeting happiness you make me feel.”
I run my fingers through his thick head of silver hair, and I’m reminded that I don’t even know his age.
But I don’t want to know. The less I know about him the better, because he’s the type of man I could see myself falling for.
If I’d met him a week ago, leaving him tomorrow would be harder than it’s already going to be.
“Let’s enjoy the momentary happiness, then.” I cup his face, lowering my lips to his once more.
When our mouths meet, all feels right in the world. Life isn’t hard or stressful. I’m not confused about what I need to do or who I need to be.
All I am is in this moment.
All I am belongs to this man in front of me.
He presses me against the side of the pool, pulling my soaked dress free. It lands with a hard plop on the concrete, and I’m left in nothing but my lacey black underwear.
Winston leans away, eyes heated as he takes me in. “Fucking knew you’d be perfect,” he mumbles under his breath before diving to capture my lips again.
One of his hands palms the back of my head while the other engulfs my right breast, kneading and rolling my nipple between his fingers. I whimper down his throat. My nipples have always been sensitive, and no man has ever played with them like this.
Winston smiles against my mouth, tugging the tight bead harder, and my cry is loud, alerting everyone and everything around us.