Page 56 of Grand Escape

“Cheers.” Adam clinked his lowball of Scotch into my glass, then picked up a carrot too.

“Cheers.”

“To finding peace where I least expected it. Thank you, Rylan.” His voice went softer, and his eyes looked at peace, a far cry from the first night I met him.

“I had nothing to do with it.”

My comment was more for myself than him, because I felt we needed to put some distance between us. We were becoming much too close for a week spent having fun.

“You came here and let your mind and body regroup,” I said. “That’s what vacationing is about. Honestly, that’s kind of why I love what I do. No one dares to leave here unhappy, and if I had a small part in that, I’ve done my job.”

Dredging up my courage, I lifted my glass in a toast. “To your sister.”

I wasn’t sure how it would go over with him. Sensing Adam still carried a ton of guilt about Becca’s suicide, I hadn’t asked many more questions about her. There was no need to add to his pain.

Nodding, he said, “I hope she’s at peace.” He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again. “I know your parents aren’t your favorite. Hell, they’re not mine either, and I don’t even know them. But when they named you Rylan, they were spot-on. You are my island, the only one I want to escape to.”

There was nothing I could add to that, so I didn’t respond. I didn’t have any experience with death, let alone the kind of tragedy that befell his sister, so I had nothing wise to say.

When it came to my parents, I hated discussing them. There were no compliments when it came to them, but it seemed like Adam had found one. Either way, the one thing I did have experience with was keeping quiet when it was best to do so, and so that’s what I did.

After a moment, Adam moved closer, taking my glass and setting it on the tray. His tumbler went next to it. Next, his hand moved swiftly as he untied my robe. Smoothing his palm over my bare breast, he pressed his lips to my neck.

Of its own volition, my head tilted back, exposing more skin for him to nibble and nip at while his fingers teased my breast. The tiny touches made my body tremble, wanting—needing—more sensation.

I tried to pull him toward the bed, my hips moving, seeking out pleasure, but Adam refused to let me take the lead. He kept his mouth where it was, not leaving an inch of untouched skin on my neck.

In slow motion, he made his way toward my breast as we stood in the middle of his suite, my robe spread open, baring everything for this man. I felt so transparent, so unguarded, as if I were sharing more than I ever had.

It was a thought that both frightened me and turned me on. This wasn’t some quickie, seeking release and a night of companionship, no matter how much I tried to convince myself it was.

A sigh escaped me as he leaned closer, and his mouth met with the same nipple he’d been teasing with his fingers. A puff of warm air and a touch of his tongue nearly made me come apart right then and there.

Taking a risk, I slipped to my knees in front of him, not the least bit concerned about being spotted. The curtains billowing in front of the windows protected us from being seen, blocking the view of any random passersby as I unfastened the knot tying his robe.

The terrycloth fell to the floor, revealing that smoldering-hot body I’d admired at the pool all week. The body I’d seen slip into the shower earlier while I took a bath, and wanted more than I could recall wanting anyone or anything, for that matter. Adam was all man, with a six-pack and muscular thighs, but his age and kind heart made his hard exterior even better.

I could hear the roar of the ocean through the open windows in his ocean-front villa. It was the category of villa everyone wanted, and of course he had one. I’d never been in one because they were always rented, especially since they had patios with ocean views.

With no more time for a mental tour, I took his length in my hand and tugged hard, the way I’d come to know in a short time that he liked.

His head rocked back as he moaned. “Ry. Oh, Ry.”

I slipped my mouth over his tip, leaving my hand at the base, working both my lips and palm at the same time. I tightened my grip and moved my hand a little faster as my mouth kept a good pace. His hand ran through my hair, gathering it at the nape of my neck, and I could feel his gaze on the top of my head. His watching my movements only increased my desire.

Heat coursed through my veins and my core throbbed as I worked this man over—a new experience for me, for sure. I could feel myself almost going over the edge from sucking him off. I’d done this before, of course, but it was always an act of giving so I could get.

Now completely lost in all the sensations, I felt ethereal.

It was both a shock and a loss when Adam tightened his grip on my hair for a second and pulled away from my mouth.

“Don’t want to come like that,” he said, then swiftly picked me up and laid me under him on the bed.

I heard him tear open a condom wrapper with his teeth before he rolled the condom on and then slid home inside me. Scrunching my eyes shut, I thought home was too strong a word, so banished it from my mind. While this felt amazing, Adam was leaving tomorrow. We had now, and that was it.

It only took a few thrusts of Adam inside me to bring me back to the moment.

My nails scraped down his back, my right leg tightened over his hip. Together, we created a chorus of moans that swirled around the room. As desperate as I’d ever been, I couldn’t help saying his name over and over, and Adam breathed out my name like it was air.

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