Chapter 15 #3
“I hope you know I only packed bikinis and sundresses. I’m in Hawaii, away from Crescent Falls and my students.
I’m not the dean here; I’m just Shiro’s girl.
So I can dress with as little fabric as I want,” I warn before I walk out of the closet in my outfit for the day.
Before stepping toward him, I lay my sheer brown and orange dress on the bed.
“There’s one problem with that. I’m the same man here as I am there. You gon’ get one of these Hawaiian niggas fucked up if they stare too long.”
“Trust me; they will see you and no one is going to stare too long. Plus, you’re going to love it and your eyes are the only ones that matter,” I tell him before pecking his lips.
“Shiro’s girl, huh. What exactly does that mean?” he asks.
“It means I’m yours. We can do whatever, whenever, wherever,” I tease in a flirty tone. After wrapping my arms around his neck, I add, “Like tonight, I want you to make love to me on the balcony.”
“I was thinking fucking on the balcony, then we can make love in bed.”
“Even better,” I admit and he squeezes my ass.
“Shit, we can kill this resort shit and do that now.”
“In broad daylight, no. Too many eyes. But tonight, it’s on.”
He kisses me this time and damn near steals all of my breath. When he releases my mouth, I’m tempted to cancel our exploration of the resort for real and stay right here. His next words bring my hot ass back to the original plan.
“Get dressed before we never leave this damn room.” He squeezes my ass again. “You so fucking beautiful, I swear. I’m lucky as hell.”
“Have you looked in a mirror, handsome? I’m so lucky too, very lucky,” I say while admiring how sexy he looks in this brown short set. I love when he wears brown; it’s perfection against his dark chocolate skin.
“Baby, real shit. Get dressed or you’ll end up on this bed and stuck in this damn suite.”
“From the little I saw last night, this resort is too beautiful to remain inside. Give me five and I’ll be ready. All I have to do is squeeze into this dress.”
“Five minutes or you’ll be naked and stretched out on this bed.”
He kisses the side of my neck then leaves me in the bedroom. I walk into the bathroom and take my braids down. For the trip, I got boho braids with auburn highlights on Sunday. They’ve been up in a bun since I got them and it’s time to let them flow.
After taking my braids down and putting a little mousse on them, I quickly get ready, putting on my gold hoops, rewashing my face and moisturizing it, then coloring my lips with liner.
I remove my pajamas, leaving them in the laundry hamper to walk back into the bedroom and slip my dress on.
When I walk out, he’s sitting on the sofa scrolling the resort iPad but stops upon seeing me.
A low sexy chuckle falls from his lips then he stands.
He steps toward me, slipping his arm around my waist.
“You definitely chose violence with this sexy shit. I can see right through it.”
“You can but not really. There’s a thin nude layer underneath but it’s cute, right?”
“Turn around. Cute or not, if yo’ ass is showing—” he begins but I quickly cut him off.
“It’s not. The layer is covering it,” I insist as I turn around.
“Okay, layer,” he quips as he grabs my ass with both hands. “I’m walking behind you with my hands right here all fucking day.”
“No, you’re not. You can’t see my ass; it’s an illusion. Did you find something you want to do at the resort on the iPad?”
“I found things you might want to do. This trip is about you, baby,” he says, and of course I smile. He’s truly the most thoughtful man.
“I appreciate that but we’re going to do things you’ll enjoy too.
Let me see what you found.” With his hands still on my ass, we walk toward the sofa.
He sits then pulls me down on him. I grab the iPad and the last thing he was viewing is on the screen.
“A Lomi Mohala massage? What’s that?” I ask as I click for details.
As I read about the unique Hawaiian massage with an exclusive herbal oil and turmeric foot scrub, I decide it’s definitely on the list of activities for today.
“They have a couples slot available at five. We can do that.”
“As long as you get a female massage therapist,” he says.
“And you get a male one,” I counter and feel his body stiffen under me.
“Fuck no,” he says and I laugh.
“That’s the biggest double standard I’ve ever heard. What’s required for me isn’t for you? How fair is that?”
“Fairness don’t have shit to do with it. It’s just the way of the world,” he says with so much surety.
“It is not. It’s your way,” I counter, holding my smile in.
“Same thing. Just book it, two women.”
“And what if I don’t want another woman rubbing all over you.”
“She can rub but it won’t mean shit. There isn’t a woman on this island, hell, in this world who can make me want or think about them. You’re it for me, baby.”
Although his logic is completely flawed, his words are endearing and warm me all over. I have zero doubts that he loves me and only me, so I go ahead and book the massages under his terms.
“Booked for five. We have to check in at the spa at four-thirty. That gives us a few hours to explore the resort and maybe go down and see the beach. We can figure out the rest of the evening as we explore.”
“As long as the night ends with us on that balcony, I’m down for whatever,” he says.