Page 83 of The Last Resort
Both of the well-built local guards took a step in his direction. “There is a room at the jetty where we will take both you and your luggage. A boat will be heading back to Providenciales island later tonight and anyone who does not sign the NDA will be on board it.” While his tone was very matter-of-fact, it was framed with a clear warning.
Matthew quickly signed his contract and handed it over. Rachel followed suit. The instant the contracts were all dealt with, a complete change came over the welcoming committee. They broke into broad smiles.
“Welcome. You have been allocated room number twenty-four on the top floor of the main villa. In your room, you will find a wedding information pack. Please take a few minutes to check it. Since you are both members of the wedding party, Mrs. Alice Royal has asked that I inform you to be ready for the private family dinner at six this evening in the beachside annex,” explained the woman.
“Come on, move along. We have NDAs to sign, and cocktails to drink,” grumbled a now all too familiar voice.
Rachel glanced over her shoulder at Bryce. Vivian, who had her arm in his, simply rolled her eyes. They really did make a fun couple. It was comforting to know that everyone was being made to sign the contracts.
I feel less of an outsider.
It would be a pain not to have her cell for the next day, but Rachel quickly decided it might actually be a blessing in disguise.
I won’t have to fight the temptation to sneak a photo of the happy couple. I can’t believe I’m going to the wedding of the decade.
And as far as Kellie and Dan were concerned, Matthewhad whisked Rachel away for a weekend somewhere in the sunshine. They wouldn’t be expecting her to call.
I really should do like everyone else is doing, and simply go with the flow.
Matthew caught her eye and smiled. “Let’s go check out our room and get settled.” He nodded to his brother. “We’ll see you guys at dinner.”
It was a little after three pm—her date clearly had plans for them to spend some time alone before catching up with the rest of his family. Time Rachel hoped Matthew would put to good use.
I hope he doesn’t want to spend too much time reading the welcome folio.
The inside of the master house was as gorgeous as the estate grounds. Marble flooring was complimented with a gorgeously simple cream and pale blue décor that supported an island minimalist theme. Whoever had been in charge of the interior design had allowed the natural light and the ocean breeze to star as the main characters in the story.
Ten out of ten, to both the architectural and decorating teams.
“Did you want to go and look at the main ballroom or the library? We could do a quick tour,” offered Matthew. He brushed his hand down her back and any thoughts of going to look at the rest of the house instantly fled Rachel’s mind.
She shook her head. “Maybe later. Right now I want to see our room.” Her body was craving a steamy hour or two of sexual indulgence. And if there was one thing this fabulous man excelled at, it was getting her naked and mindless. Rachel’s libido was fast rising from desire to urgent hunger.
When their gazes met, Matthew raised a knowing eyebrow.
“Message received. Let’s get to our room. I have a feeling you’re going to combust if we don’t.”
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
An elegant cream and silver card marked twenty-four, hung from the doorknob of their room. Matthew pushed the door open and ushered her inside. “Welcome.”
Rachel’s lust quietened for a brief moment as she walked into the room. “Exquisite,” she replied. There was no other word for it. Fine white curtains billowed in the sea breeze. Through the windows she caught sight of several more fabulous yachts which were moored just offshore.
“And very romantic,” he murmured. Rachel didn’t resist when Matthew came to her side and dropped a tender kiss on her lips. “We should go along with that theme. I’m thinking right now that you’d like me to romance your pussy with my tongue.” He drew back. “Or am I not reading the signs, right?”
Rachel playfully batted her eyelashes in response to his heated tease. The sexy villain knew exactly how she was feeling. They might not have been a thing for very long, but Matthew could read her body well. “The only sign you need to read, Mister Royal, is the one which says for you to strip me naked and then use me for your shameless pleasure.”
His hands settled on the buttons at the front of her sundress, flicking them open one by one. He stopped after the fifth one and pushed the dress off her shoulders. It fell to the floor, leaving Rachel standing in the pale cream matching bra and panty set Vivian had insisted they buy at Bloomingdales.
Matthew licked his lips. “I didn’t see these in Aspen.”
“No, they were part of the New York shopping haul. Do you like them?”
A ragged breath escaped him. “Like seems such a feeble word, especially when the sight of those lace and satin panties are making me hard as a fucking rock.” As he kissed her once more, he reached down and palmed her sex. “You’re wet for me, aren’t you, sweet Rachel?”
If he had any idea just how wet she was, he wouldn’t be standing here trying to conduct a conversation. Instead, he would have her on her back and be balls deep in her heat, just the way she liked it.
Rachel rose up on her toes and whispered in Matthew’s ear, “If you pull aside the satin edge and let your fingers explore, you’ll soon find out just how needy I am.” His gruff laugh had her swallowing deep and pleading. “Please, Matt. I want you.”
