Page 48 of One Week in Paradise
‘Yeah,’ I pant.
‘We should go. It’s getting dark.’
I look up. The sky is a mix of blues and purples. When did it get so late? How long have we been out here? I glance at my fingertips – they’ve begun to prune.
He’s right. Weshouldgo. But I don’t want to.
‘No,’ I say, more voice coming out in a pained whine. ‘I don’t want this to end.’
I’m content to stay in this moment with Cash for the rest of my life.
The look he gives me sends a shockwave of arousal through me. It’s dark and sultry and filled with want and desire. ‘I didn’t say anything about stopping this.’
A shiver wracks through my body as he brushes his lips against my ear and whispers, ‘As soon as we get back to the suite, I’m making you mine.’ He pulls back and quirks a brow. ‘You still want to stay out here?’
I shake my head.
His lips curl into a smile. ‘Good girl.’
He walks us back to the beach. Once we hit the shallows, he doesn’t put me down. Instead, he swivels me around inhis arms, carrying me bridal-style out of the water. We quickly redress, barely caring that we’re still soaked from the ocean, grab our belongings and head back towards the resort in silence, scared to say anything that will break the tension that lingers between us.
By the time we make it back to the room, I’m surprised my heart hasn’t burst through my ribcage. The level of desire I’m feeling for him is unnerving. I’ve never felt like this with anyone before.
As soon as the door closes behind us, Cash’s lips are on mine again. He easily hoists me up without breaking contact and walks us over towards the couch. I try and slide the sleeves of the cheesy Hawaiian shirt off his shoulders, but he jerks my hands away.
‘Mm mm.’ He shakes his head and hums against my lips. ‘You first.’
He drops me onto the couch and hovers between my legs. My heart beats erratically as I look up at him.
He reaches up and cradles my jaw. His face is flushed, his lips are swollen, and he’s looking at me like he can’t wait to devour me. ‘Do you remember that first night at the bar?’
I nod. How could I forget?
‘Let’s finish what we started.’ He rubs his thumb over my lips, and I dart my tongue out to lick it.
‘Please.’
He runs his hand down the length of my body, leavinga scorching trail in his wake. I squirm beneath him, but he doesn’t quicken the pace. In fact, it only seems to make him go slower.
‘There’s no need to rush, love,’ he murmurs as his hands reach my hips. He makes quick work of my skirt before pressing a finger lightly over my still-clothed clit. I jerk my hips forward, desperate for a deeper touch. ‘Tell me what you want.’
‘You,’ I choke out as he slides his hand up and down in languid strokes. ‘I want you to touch me. Ineedyou to touch me.’
He kisses me softly, swallowing my moan as he tugs down my bikini panties and slides one long finger inside me. My hips buck upwards, but he uses his free hand to hold me in place.
He holds my gaze as he inserts another finger and begins pumping faster than before. ‘You’re so beautiful, Bailey.’
He says my name with reverence, like it’s something worthy of worshipping.
‘Stop it,’ I mumble.
‘No.’
He presses his thumb against my clit. The moan that slips past my lips is low and needy. ‘I’ll never stop telling you how beautiful you are.’
He brings himself to my eye level, fingers still pumping away, and kisses me. ‘How smart you are.’
Another kiss. ‘How brilliant you are.’
