Page 25 of One Week in Paradise
A rapid warmth spreads across my body as Cash guidesme until my back is flush against his chest. He leans forward suddenly to reach for his drink with his free hand, lips brushing against my ear as he moves back and forth.
‘Is this okay?’ he whispers.
I give him a jerky and hopefully imperceptible nod. I realise that this is his way of making our relationship seem believable. While I appreciate it, a heads-up would have been nice.
I grab my own drink, and when I lean back, his hand drops from my waist to rest on my exposed thighs. My breath catches in my throat as his fingers start tracing lazy patterns on my skin. Images of me lying on that giant bed in our room while Cash slowly runs his hands along every inch of my body flash through my mind at lightning speed.
Cash sips from his glass casually, completely unaware that he’s ignited a fire within me. I glance around the pool area. If anyone is surprised by Cash pulling me onto his lap, they don’t show it. Lacey and Danny are curled up in a dark corner together, but the others are still sitting by us. Marcus has unearthed an old pack of playing cards, and he’s dealing them out to everyone so we can play a game of blackjack.
‘You in, Bailey?’ Marcus asks.
‘Sure,’ I say. I try and shimmy off Cash’s lap, but he squeezes my thigh to stop me. I roll my eyes and glance over my shoulder. ‘You’ll see my cards.’
‘I won’t look.’
‘That’s exactly what a cheater would say.’
Cash looks at me. ‘I don’t cheat.’
I swallow. There’s something in his tone that makes me think he’s not only talking about the game.
Before I can respond, Cash shifts so he can lean forward and avoid looking at my cards. The movement sends me dipping down a bit, and the base of my spine brushes up against something hard.
I inhale sharply. Pressed up against me is Cash’s rock-harddick. I wiggle against him experimentally and grin as his dick twitches against me. A smug sense of satisfaction surges through me as I realise something.
Cash may notlikeme, but he’s definitelyattractedto me.
And I can work with that.
He grips my thigh a little tighter, and I can almost hear his silent warning.Please stop.
I don’t.
Something feral comes over me, and I give him another wiggle, arching my back slightly as I pretend to look through my cards like I’ve actually got any skin in this game. The only thing I care about right now is Cash and the way his body feels beneath mine.
‘Bailey,’ he groans quietly in my ear, leaning forward to drop a card onto the table. ‘Stop.’
‘Hm?’ I hum innocently, my eyes wide with faux confusion. ‘What’s wrong?’
Something flashes in his eyes, and, this time, I recognise what it is. It’s pure, unbridled arousal. And I’m sure it mirrors what he sees in my eyes.
‘Are you cold?’ he says suddenly and loudly.
Huh? Cold?We’re in Jamaica, and I’m hotter than I’ve ever been, but Cash doesn’t wait for me to respond.
‘Meera, can you pass me that blanket behind you?’ he calls. I wonder if I’m the only one who notices how choked he suddenly sounds. ‘Bailey’s getting a little cold.’
‘Sure!’
Meera hands Cash a blanket from the pile hidden behind one of the chairs. He murmurs athanksand then drapes the blanket over my lower half. As soon as I’m covered, his hand dips under the hem of my dress. I swallow down a quiet moan as he travels up my thigh. I try and stay as focused on the game of blackjack as I can, but Cash makes it incredibly difficult. My vision blurs slightly as his fingers reach the elastic of my panties. It’s like I’m running on autopilot as I angle my hips downwards slightly, trying to coax his hand exactly where I need it to be.
‘Bailey, your turn.’
I blink. They’re already back to me? I throw down a random card and impatiently wiggle on Cash’s lap. He’s playing one-handed and easily keeping up conversation with the others while his other hand pulls down my panties and gives me one quick stroke.
My whole body stiffens, and I have to take a huge gulp of my cocktail to stop myself from crying out. I see stars in my eyes as Cash continues to lazily move his fingers up and down. His touch is somehow gentle and urgent at the same time.
I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life.
