Page 119 of Vivacity
‘I don’t even have my own room, I have my ownvilla.’ Jamie spins in front of the smaller freestanding structure, pointing through the open French doors to a chic bedroom. ‘But yours is even bigger. It’s massive. Come and see. Your shower is lit. Dad let me try it last night.’
He trots across the terrace and through the doors of our villa, and I marvel at the change in him. Gone is the hangdog demeanour, in its place a serious happy puppy vibe. It’s amazing to see. I grin at Ethan as we follow him through into a stunning, neutrally decorated lounge area with vaulted wooden ceilings and then into a fuck-off bedroom. Oh, this will do very nicely for my purposes. I glance at Ethan again, and it appears we’re on the same page, because he clears his throat.
‘When’s your golf lesson, mate? Two o’clock? Better go and get changed for it. I can help Soph unpack.’
Jamie frowns. ‘But her bags aren’t here yet.’
‘I’m sure they’ll bring them down any minute,’ Ethan counters smoothly. ‘They’re very efficient.’
I suppress a laugh as Jamie shrugs. The kid has zero guile, bless him. ‘Okay.’ He bounds off with all the grace and exuberance of a Labrador puppy.
‘Have fun,’ Ethan calls after him. ‘Try not to stress about about your swing too much. Just relax and enjoy the views. And don’t forget your golf shoes!’
Poor Jamie is scarcely out of our villa when Ethan pushes the bedroom door shut and spins around, pulling me into his arms. His kiss is ravenous, as if he’s trying to consume me with his mouth.This man.I return the kiss, clutching at his bicep for stability as I grab at his hair, our mouths sliding, tongues doing battle. He tastes likeEthan, and the beard is a new and very welcome addition, adding excellent friction. I want to climb my man like a tree and never come down.
‘Bathroom,’ he gasps into my mouth. ‘In case the poor porters do actually show up.’
He backs me into a palatial bathroom before locking the door and slumping against it. He’s already breathing heavily. ‘Fuck, I love you so much. You’re even better in reality. Now strip.’
I cross my arms. ‘Ditto. And ditto. And no fucking way. You left me, and I’ve come all this way. You need to make it worth my while.Youstrip.’
He grins sexily and hauls himself off the door. ‘The lady makes a fair point.’ He yanks his t-shirt off, and I can safely say I have never felt this smug in my entire life as I do watching Ripped Surfer Ethan prepare to get naked for little oldmoi.
He balls the t-shirt up and chucks it at me. ‘I’m feeling objectified.’
‘So you fucking well should.’ He’s huge and golden and all hard muscle and sculptural planes. His normally flat stomach is now an actual six-pack. He should never, ever go back to a desk job if this is how the outdoorsy lifestyle makes him look. I circle my finger at the groin area.‘Off.’
He looks entirely too self-satisfied shoving down his shorts and boxers, as well he should. He kicks them off and straightens up, his lovely hard cock bobbing.
Jesus Christ, how I have missed that cock.
‘Nice dick.’
‘Thanks. What are you going to do about it?’
‘This.’ My very cute sundress has a ruched upper half and sweet little bows on the straps. I undo the bows, letting the straps hang loose, and work the dress down over my boobs and hips, unveiling my little welcome gift: no underwear was donned at the airport. ‘Tada!’
‘You little beauty.’ He’s on me in a second, and fuck me, if the shock of full-body skin on skin isn’t the single best thing in the human experience, I don’t know what is. Except for what comes next, obviously.
We go crazy, groping each other’s arses and dragging our hands over each other’s skin and kissing wildly, heads twisting and limbs everywhere.
‘Shower,’ he gets out, and we manoeuvre ourselves into the huge walk-in shower. He cranks up the water, and I yelp as the cold spray hits us, but I don’t even care. I’m breathless as he kisses the life out of me, our skin growing slick. I grab his dick with zero finesse—Jesusfuck, that feels good—but he pulls my hand away laughingly. ‘Don’t. I won’t last as it is.’
‘Don’t care, as long as you can go again.’ I reach for it, and he cuffs both wrists with one hand. ‘Seriously, sweetheart. I haven’t had sex in three months. Much as I love your hand on me, I’drather it was your cunt that was gripping me when I shoot my load.’
Okay, that’s an excellent point. I nod and dive on him again, moving my mouth over his face, mapping him with my lips. How can he be exactly as I remembered and yet so muchbetter? ‘I love you,’ I mumble. ‘I love you, I love you, I love you. Don’t ever leave me again. You’re not allowed.’
‘I have no plans to.’ He slicks my hair back into a rope and twists it around his fist, tilting my head up. ‘Not ever.’ His face is grave, and the sincerity of his words hits me right in the heart. I can feel pressure welling up in my sinuses and behind my eyes.
‘Good.’
‘Good. Glad that’s settled. Now back up against the wall for me like a good girl, and let’s take a look at you.’
He may be a world away from the icy, dysregulated Ethan I met all those months ago, but he can still seriously pull out that BDE when he wants to, which is most excellent. I shiver and back up against the huge, cool limestone tiles.
‘Spread your legs.’
I spread ‘em faster than you can sayho.
