Page 2 of OneTime Lovers
Scott is right, we aren’t strangers, and we were inevitable. Last night felt like the culmination of three days of foreplay between us. We’ve been slowly getting to know each other, and while it’s obvious he wanted me, I still like hearing him say he finds me sexy.
With his penetrating blue eyes following the path of his finger, he admits, “It’s been a hard three days, if you know what I mean.”
“It looks like you’re still having a hard time,” I tease, staring directly at his morning erection.
Scott groans. “A painfully hard time and it’s not helping you staring like that at my cock.” His finger moves from my arm to hook on the sheet covering my breasts and slowly drags it down. “Now it’s fair, I get to look at your gorgeous tits.”
I like his sexy morning pillow talk. I absolutely want more of this hot man, but I’m keeping that to myself as I wonder what other persuasive tactics he may be going to use.
“Personally, I think we deserve some amazing morning sex. Just like last night was amazing night sex. What do you think?” Scott’s finger is now seeking a new path across the domes of my breasts and the heat of his touch is convincing.
“Maybe you’re right. If this is a one-time only thing, then it should be the full experience.”
My body succumbs to the pleasure tingling up my spine and I edge closer within easier reach of those clever traveling fingers. His touch is doing all kinds of wonderful things to me.
Scott’s eyes turn a deeper blue as he asks cheekily, “Now, where would the pretty lady like the full experience? In her mouth,” his finger traces over my lower lip, “… or down here,” his finger moving down my body to slip between my thighs “… or maybe you have somewhere else in mind?”
It’s official, I’m seriously in trouble.
Scott Hargrave’s dirty words are driving me wild and sending spikes of desire to all the places he is pointing out in the most delicious way.
Chapter 2
Jasmine
Three Days Before
“Herecomesthebride,”I sing loudly as I watch Cassie unpack her gorgeous wedding gown from the carrier. The silky white dress is a simple halter neck style with a sexy backless sweep. She will be perfect in it.
Cassie, Lily, and I are busy emptying our suitcases after having arrived on the luxurious private island in the Bahamas a short while ago. This is where Cassie’s wedding to Luke will take place in just over two days’ time.
I flop back onto one of the three beds in our large bungalow, looking up at the vaulted ceiling with its slowly spinning fan. “This reminds me of our dorm sharing days but on a much bigger scale.”
“Absolutely,” Lily agrees as she places a neatly folded stack of T-shirts into one of the sets of drawers that run along half of the back wall.
Cassie pokes her head out from the doorway of the shared walk-in closet. “This closet alone is as big as our dorm was. The whole place is amazing.” She skips a few steps back into the room. “I just can’t believe we’re finally here. I’m so excited.”
In unison, Lily and I say, “We know.” Which has us all laughing.
The three of us will be sharing this large bungalow till Cassie’s wedding day when she’ll move with her new husband to the Honeymoon suite in the main building.
From my prone position on the bed, I turn my head to look out the set of large sliding glass doors. A stretch of green lawn appears to fall away to a thin strip of white sandy beach and the glistening turquoise waters beyond.
This private island is a perfect location for the intimate beach wedding Cassie has been dreaming of since Luke, the love of her life, proposed only a few months ago.
Most of the guests will be arriving tomorrow by boat from Nassau but Luke, and two of his groomsmen, Blake and Scott, are due to arrive later today.
Till then, I plan on enjoying some girl time with my besties since we have the whole island to ourselves, except of course the small army of staff we met on arrival.
Lily carefully lifts out of the carrier bag our bridesmaid dresses, pale sea-green silk falling in soft folds from the hanger. I jump up to help her, so they don’t drag on the floor.
The dresses are stunning. “Cass, you really did select the most beautiful dresses for us to wear. I thought the deal was Bridezillas picked ugly meringue puffy dresses for the bridesmaids. Didn’t you read that part in your bridal magazines?”
Cassie turns to face me with hands on her hips. “Firstly, I am not a Bridezilla. Secondly, I could dress you girls in sacks, and you would still look stunning so why would I bother.”
Lily chimes in, “You forgot, thirdly, nobody could outshine you as the bride.”
“Oh, group hug time,” I announce, dragging my best friends into an embrace. They know how much I love group hugs, so they submit willingly. I grew up in a family of huggers and I don’t see any reason to stop now.
