Chapter 20
stella
“Stella?”
“I’m in the bath,” I call out, just as Jonas’s head pokes through the bathroom door. He enters in nothing more than those too-short running shorts and a wicked-as-sin grin.
“Should I get out?” I ask, standing from the bath, letting the water trail down my body.
“Fuck no,” he groans, pulling down his shorts in one rough motion. “Sit on the edge.”
The stone edge around the tub is cool when I sit, but not nearly cool enough to tame the heat in my core when Jonas stalks forward, and drops to his knees in front of me.
His eyes bore into mine when I part my legs for him, and his muscled frame fits snug between my legs.
A groan rumbles from the back of his throat, but he doesn’t look away when he says, “Wider.”
My mouth parts, followed by my legs, and I expose all of myself to him. The rays of sunlight pouring through the bathroom window douse my body, and his jaw clenches as he sinks down in front of me.
“This might be your best look yet.”
“On my knees?”
“Between my legs.”
Without warning, the flat of his tongue drags through my opening, and the whole of his mouth suctions around my clit.
Even though we did this all night, and again this morning, it still feels just as electrifying as it did the first time, and I push my hips forward, riding out my pleasure against his face.
He makes me come twice with his mouth and once with just the head of his pierced cock against my clit, before he moves us to the showers, pins me against the wall, and fucks me from behind.
The warm sand shifts beneath my feet as cool waves lap against my ankles. I close my eyes, dropping my head back, letting the late morning sun kiss my face.
For someone who wasn’t looking forward to spending another Christmas on the beach, I sure am sad to be leaving. Kids are already up and running through the water, everyone has started setting up their chairs and towels for the day, and I instinctively scan the beach for just one person.
I feel him before I see him. His expensive, seductive scent engulfs me from behind, and I smile when he buries his face in my neck and breathes a kiss there.
One large arm wraps around me, offering an iced coffee from the place he runs by every morning.
I take it just as he presses his lips to my skin once more.
“Thank you,” I say, turning around. “How did your call go?”
Neither of us has brought up the mishap at the wedding, but I still get flashes of his defeated face in my mind sometimes, and every time it crushes me, the same way it did that night.
“Surprisingly well.”
“Yeah?” I can’t help the hopefulness in my tone.
“Miles grunted a few curse words and then apologized for wasting my time.”
I feel my smile falter even as I nod my head and stir the straw in my coffee. Only when Jonas’s arms wrap around me and I tilt my head up to keep his gaze do my lips pull up again.
“I told him finding the love of my life in the Dominican Republic wasn’t a waste of my time.” He kisses my lips, and the sting inside my chest vanishes. “And then he told me to enjoy the private plane ride home.”
“I’ve never flown in a private plane before.”
“Oh, it’s the only way to go, darling. Plus, we can pick up where we left off this morning,” he says with a wink.
I shove his shoulder and turn around, staying on the beach but heading back in the direction of the resort.
“You gonna miss this place?” he asks, sliding his hand in mine.
I twist my lips to the side with a nod because, yes. I’m going to miss this place, this trip, this everything. Where this stranger in a three-piece suit on the plane became…him. Became the man before me. My Jonas.
“Well, it’s illegal to bring sand from the beach home with us, but…” He reaches into his pocket, stops in front of me, and brings his arm over his head. I look up to find the resort gift shop mistletoe ornament I got him.
I reach my arms around his neck, whispering against his lips. “What about the snow machine?”
“It’s already loaded on the jet.” Not even the kiss I give him can pull the smile from my lips.
“Let’s go home.”