Page 42 of The First Time

“See what?” I ask.

“The attention you get in that damn swimsuit,” he says with venom. “Every male around here, hell—probably even female, is looking at you in that thing. They’re all wishing they can find a way to get you into bed.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re completely off base. No one is looking at me.”

He grabs my hand and pulls my body against his. “You are just too sweet to recognize how sexy you are. Now, do me a favor and kiss me so everyone here knows you are mine.”

I’m not sure why he asked because he just grabs my face and claims my lips. His mouth devours mine, making my body burn with fire. The water ripples around us as our kiss deepens. We move in perfect harmony with each other, a rhythm only we can hear. Every touch, every brush of skin against skin, sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

Whatever tension was there a minute ago is gone, replaced by a smoldering flame.

He pulls away and kisses my forehead. “There we go, Freckles. Now, I can go lie on the chair in peace, knowing that everyone here knows you are off limits.”

He turns away and walks up the stairs out of the pool, and lies down on his towel. Except, now I’m all turned on.

I’m going to get him back tonight for that. He leaves me here all needy just so he can pump his chest and claim me in front of everyone. Okay, fine, it’s sexy as hell that he’s being that territorial over me.

Dammit, I’m so screwed! What are we even doing? We haven’t even resolved our issues, and we’ve dove headfirst into this messysituation. Do I even trust him with my heart? I know I can trust him with my body. He has proven himself in that department.

Was it just bad timing all those years ago? Maybe he’s different now, more mature. But what if he does it again? I won’t be able to stand it.

I just need to keep reminding myself not to fall in love with him. This is probably just because we’re alone in a romantic country. I’m sure when we get home, he’ll go back to being cold and distant.

But I want to enjoy the last of the time I have left, and I know he can promise me a good time. I’m vowing to myself right here, right now, that I will not let myself get swept up in the romance of it all. I will recognize this for what it is: a fling in a foreign country.

With that, I dive under the water and swim a couple of laps. When I’m done, I join Josh on our lounge chairs.

“What’s this?” I ask when I notice a fruity-looking drink on the table between us.

“I ordered you a peach Bellini,” he replies.

“Ooh, that sounds so refreshing. Thank you,” I tell him as I take a sip.

This must be fresh peach juice in here, it’s incredible. I look over at the man lying next to me. His sculpted body and rigid lines, the view of the alps in front of us, and wonder how I got here. It feels like a dream.

I used to lie awake at night and think about a life with Josh. He was that one guy that always seemed unattainable, but my heart could never let go of him.

After dinner, we stroll along the water hand in hand. We talk for over an hour about everything. He makes me laugh along the way, in between deep conversations about our family and careers.

By the time we get back to our hotel room, I’m itching to get him out of his clothes. But he must’ve been feeling it too because he pushes me up against the door the moment we’re in the room.

I can feel the urgency in his kiss. It seems he has also been on the verge of losing control. His hands rake my body as he presses me harder into the door.

“Fuck, Freckles. I can’t get enough of you.”

He reaches behind me and unzips my dress, then tugs it off until it glides down my legs to the floor. I couldn’t wear a bra with this dress, so I’m standing in my black panties.

“Touch your breasts for me. I want to see you playing with yourself,” he growls as his hand reaches for his belt.

I follow his command and let my breasts fill my hands. They are sensitive to the touch, but it’s nothing compared to watching this man undress in front of me. His eyes are smoldering as they hold mine. Once he loses his belt, he unzips his pants and then takes a step backward towards the bed.

“Get over here,” he demands. “Lie down on the bed and let me watch you.”

My panties flood at his words. His domination in the bedroom really does something to me. I lie down on the bed and scoot back, leaning on my elbows as I wait.

“Tell me what you want me to do now,” I whisper, then watch him as he loses his boxers. “Do you want me to touch myself here?”

I spread my legs and rub myself over my panties.

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