Seven
HOLLIE
Tonight has been amazing in every way. The food was delicious.
The cocktails otherworldly and the company is perfect, fun and flirty but most of all, I’m hoping my dessert will be sweet and sexy—who am I?
I don’t think these things, ever. And I definitely don’t flirt with a complete stranger but I, Hollie Merlin, have decided I want Beau Roberts for dessert.
It could be the cocktails talking, but I’m going to marry this man one day.
We’ve just settled the bill, after arguing over who was going to pay. After several back-and-forths, we finally agreed to split the bill four ways. Lacie and Matt are going to head to the nightclub to dance the night away, while Beau and I are going to take a stroll along the beach.
Waving off our two crazy friends, Beau laces his fingers with mine and we head toward the beach. Slipping off my heels, Beau takes my shoes and then, hand in hand, we walk along the shoreline.
Apart from the rapid thudding of my heart, the only sounds are the waves crashing onto the shore and the distant pulse of music drifting from the nightclub behind us. Each beat seems to echo through me, matching the nervous rhythm in my chest.
We walk farther down the beach until the lights and voices become nothing more than a blur in the distance. Here, it's just us.
When we finally stop, a comfortable silence settles between us.
The ocean stretches endlessly before us, dark and mysterious beneath the night sky.
Moonlight dances across the water, turning the rolling waves into ribbons of silver.
The breeze carries the scent of salt and sea, lifting strands of my hair and brushing them across my cheeks.
"It's beautiful," I murmur, breaking the silence.
The words feel insignificant compared to what I'm really thinking. Compared to what I'm feeling. I steal a glance at him, only to find him already looking at me.
My breath catches.
For a second, neither of us says anything.
Neither of us looks away. My pulse quickens as every moment from tonight flashes through my mind—the teasing smiles, the lingering touches, the way he always seems to find me in a crowded room.
The way being near him feels effortless and terrifying all at once.
Something is changing. I can feel it in the charged silence. In the way my stomach twists with anticipation, in the way neither of us seems eager to break this moment.
The waves continue their endless rhythm against the shore, but everything else fades away.
Standing beside him beneath the moonlight, I can't shake the feeling we're balanced on the edge of something neither of us can stop. He steps toward me, cupping my cheek in his palm. In the dark, he leans forward and presses his lips to mine.
It’s the perfect first kiss.
His tongue licks into my mouth, mine slips into his. Stepping closer, I drape my arms over his shoulders, deepening our connection. He threads his fingers into my hair and with his other hand, he slides it around my waist and pulls me even closer to him.
Breaking the kiss, he rests his forehead on mine. Our breaths mingle together. “I’ve wanted to do that all day long.”
“I’ve wanted you to do that to me all day long too.” Pulling back, I bite my bottom lip and whisper, “And I want you to do it again.”
His lips lift in a grin and then he growls, “With pleasure.”
This kiss is just as amazing as the first one. I could happily die right now and I’d have no regrets. Well, that’s not true, I’d regret not sleeping with the man who is currently fucking my mouth with his tongue.
Slicing my arms down his back, I grip his ass in my hands, gently squeezing the tight, taut globes. One minute we’re standing up kissing and the next, I’m lying in the sand with Beau’s body covering mine as we make out under the stars.
Water laps at our feet as the waves crash onto the sand but we don’t care. All we care about is each other.
His hands roam over my body and down my sides.
He slips his palm along my thigh and up under my dress.
His fingers brush over my panties, I shudder and moan into his mouth.
I feel him smile against my lips, but any and all thoughts evaporate when he pushes the material of my panties aside and presses his finger into me.
It’s embarrassing how wet I am, but any embarrassment dissipates when I feel his hard dick against my leg. Inserting another digit, he begins to pump his fingers in and out of me. My orgasm begins to build as I grind myself against his hand.
“Come for me,” he commands, it’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him, “I’ll come when I want to come,” but words elude me when he presses his thumb against my clit. Fireworks explode behind my eyes as I come. Every nerve ending in my body thrums as the most exquisite feeling envelops me.
Lifting himself up, he removes his hand and brings it to his lips. With his gaze locked on mine, he proceeds to lick my juices off his fingers.
Lying here sated and content, I stare up at the man who has consumed my thoughts since we bumped into each other.
Who has overtaken my body, mind, and soul because hot vacation flings with gorgeous guys are the kind of things that happen to other girls, not me.
I'm the sensible one. The careful one. The good girl who always follows the rules.
But lying here now, with anticipation curling through me and my heart racing toward something inevitable, I don't want to be sensible.
For once, I want to be like Lacie and I want to dive headfirst into the unknown—and I can't wait to discover what happens next and next starts now.
Using all my might, I somehow flip Beau onto his back. I climb onto him and straddle his waist. Resting my palms on his chest, I stare down at him. The moonlight shines on his face and I see nothing but want and desire reflecting up at me.
“I want you,” I whisper.
“I want you too,” he replies but before we can take this to the next step, we’re interrupted by the sound of laughter coming toward us in the distance.
“Saved by the laughter,” he grumbles.
“More like interrupted,” I add, causing him to chuckle. The movement of his body laughing causes a friction between my legs that has me wanting to jump him right here, right now, people be damned.
“How about we take this somewhere more private?”
“I’d like that.”
He sits up and places a quick peck on my nose. Then in the blink of an eye, he stands up, lifting me with ease. My legs automatically wrap around his waist and I can feel his erection digging into me, heightening the throbbing between my legs.
Leaning forward, I cover his mouth with mine again before whispering against his lips, “Take me back to your room, Beau.”
“With fucking pleasure.”
Want and need are coursing through my veins as we head back to the resort.
We reach the VIP area and I trip as we step from the beach onto the pavement.
I land on my knees, hissing in pain. Like a hero in the movies, Beau sweeps me up into his arms, bridal style, and carries me over to the closest lounger.
Dropping to his haunches, he inspects my knees, which thankfully aren’t bleeding. He kisses my knees and then proceeds to nip and kiss up my thighs, gently pushing me down onto the lounger. He climbs up my body and hovers over me. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just a little embarrassed for tripping.”
“Nothing to be embarrassed about, Hol. It could have happened to anyone.” He brushes a tendril of hair off my face. Leaning down, he kisses me again and we start making out, but I embarrassingly yawn into the kiss.
“Sorry,” I mumble, “I’m not used to doing nothing.”
“I know the feeling. With school and exams, it’s been a hectic few months.”
He rolls off me and I snuggle into his side. Under the night sky, we lie here in each other’s arms content and sated. We chat about the future and, eventually, I drift off to sleep in Beau’s arms, only for us to be rudely awoken a few hours later when the sun begins to peek over the horizon.
Sitting up, we shuffle to the end of the lounger and watch the sunrise together. “Guess we should head to bed,” Beau says.
“Mmmhmpf,” I agree.
Standing up, we lace our fingers together and Beau escorts me back to my room. With a quick kiss on the cheek, he leaves me to head inside and grab a few more hours of sleep.
Quietly, I sneak into our room, tiptoeing to my bed. I grab my nightie and duck into the bathroom to change into my jammies, wash off my makeup, and brush my teeth.
Staring at my reflection as I brush, I think back on tonight.
Beau and I didn’t have sex, but he gave me an orgasm that will stay with me forever.
With a smile on my face, I finish up in the bathroom.
Flicking off the light, I slip back into the room and climb into my bed when Lacie sleepily says, “Have a great night?”
I jump in fright, her voice startling me in the darkness of the room. With a smile on my face, I whisper, “It was perfect.”
“I’m glad. I’ll be grilling you later for details but for now, I’m going back to sleep.”
“Night, babe.”
“Night, ho.”
Laughing at her reply, I snuggle under the cover and, with a goofy grin on my face, I blissfully drift off to dreamland thinking of Beau.