Page 49 of One Week in Paradise
Another. ‘How kind you are.’
Another. ‘Howperfectyou are.’
His affirmations make my heart swell, and I’m afraid it might burst. What have I done to deserve such kindness?
Such tenderness?
Such love?
‘Cash, I—’
He silences me with another kiss, this one long and deep. When we break apart, he pulls his fingers out of me. I’m about to protest, but he slides down my body and spreads my thighs apart.
‘I’m going to taste you now.’
My breath comes out ragged as he flattens his tongue along my opening. I see stars as he sucks my clit and inserts another finger. I reach forward and thread my fingers in his hair, holding his head in a place where the pressure isjust right.
‘Are you gonna come for me, Bailey?’
‘Yes.’
‘Go on then. Do it.’ He gives me one long, slow lick. ‘Come for me.’
He twists his finger inside me, and I come apart beneath him. I fist my fingers in his hair, my hips lift off the couch, and I cry out his name as I ride this most blissful of waves.
Cash watches me intently as my body shudders and shakes. Once I’m still, he scoops me up in his arms and brings me to our bed.
‘You good?’ he whispers as he lowers me down, then climbs into the bed with me. He shifts slightly and pulls me over him, so I’m draped across his chest.
‘Sogood,’ I say with a yawn.
He laughs and gives my shoulder a squeeze. ‘I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.’
‘Very much so.’
It hits me that I’m the only one who got to properly enjoy our little tryst. I glance down the bed. Cash’s dick is straining against the fabric of his shorts. I move to slide down him and release him from the constraints of his clothing, but he holds me firmly in place.
‘You’re tired.’ He kisses my forehead and then peppers a trail of kisses down my face before nipping at my earlobe. ‘Trust me, we’ve got plenty of time to do all the dirty little things running through your mind.’
‘You don’t know what’s running through my mind,’ I say stubbornly. ‘And I’m not tired.’ A yawn that I can’t quite stifle escapes me, and I roll my eyes as he laughs at me. ‘Maybe just a little.’
Cash pulls me close and kisses me gently. ‘Go to sleep, love.’
‘Fine. But tomorrow, I’m sucking the hell out of your dick.’
I feel his lips grin against mine.
‘It’s a date.’
Chapter Fifteen
‘You look happy.’
I shrug as I pull a warm, golden dumpling out of the bowl and take a bite. ‘We’re in Jamaica. The weather’s great. What’s not to be happy about?’
Across the table from me, Bea and Meera share a pointed look. We’re having another girls breakfast morning, although Lacey is nowhere to be seen – thankfully – and Sara has joined the guys in the gym for a quick workout session.
I wonder if it’s true what they say and throw a subtle glance at the reflective surface of a nearby spoon to try and see if I’m sporting that so-calledpost-sex glow. Can they tell that Cash and I spent our morning slowly but eagerly exploring each other’s bodies? I don’tthinkso… But my cheeksarea little red.
