But it’s the glass wall view I can’t get over. There’s aqua blue sea as far as I can see.
“You have twenty-four-hour room service for anything that you need. Just dial 9.”
“Thank you.”
“Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“No, thank you,” Sebastian says as he tips him.
Paulie leaves us alone, and Sebastian’s eyes find mine.
“Seb.” I smile. “This is incredible.”
His eyes glow with tenderness. “It is, isn’t it?”
I know he isn’t talking about the place. He’s talking about me.
He takes me into his arms and kisses me, slow and tender, leading me down the path that we travel, where nothing else matters but each other.
I know I’ve been in love before, and I know I must have felt like this, but I don’t remember this closeness. The attachment between us is so deep.
“Let’s go swimming in that Indian Ocean,” he murmurs against my lips.
“But… your friends?”
“…Are a little too much sometimes, even for me.” He kisses me deeper, his tongue curling around mine. My feet lift off the floor. “I want you to myself today.”
My heart flutters. It’s as if he can sense that, after the chaotic and busy week we’ve had, I need time with him alone. Just the two of us.
“We’ll go out with them tonight.” He walks me back to the bed. “But today, you’re all mine.”
If heaven was a day, this would be it.
We swam, we laid in the sun, we made love, and we took a late afternoon nap to the gentle sound of the waves lapping against the shore.
Sebastian is the most relaxed I’ve ever seen him. There’s not a mobile phone in sight. In fact, I think he even switched it off. That’s unheard of.
But now we have dinner with his friends.
I hold my arms out. “Do I look okay?”
I’m wearing a strapless, fitted grey dress and sandal heels. My blonde hair is down in beach waves, and my makeup is minimal.
I’m relieved that I gave myself a little bit of a spray tan. I would have looked like an anemic snowman if I hadn’t.
Sebastian smirks at me. “You look beautiful.”
I inhale deeply.
“Stop it.” He takes my hand and lifts it to his lips to kiss my fingertips. “It’s just another dinner. This is not like you. I’ve never known you to be nervous before.”
“Well, this is important.”
“Why?”
“Because…” I shrug. “They’re your friends, and I know that first impressions count.”
He pours me another glass of champagne. “I have a plan.” He passes the glass to me, and we toast.
“Such as?”
“You drink copious amounts of cocktails to eradicate your nerves.”
I smile against my glass.
“And I’ll take advantage of you when we get home.”
I giggle. “I think you’ve taken advantage of me a few times today already.”
“You took advantage of me.” He slides his hand down my body and up under my dress. He cups my behind, and I smile as I sip my champagne.
The man is a bona fide sex maniac.
He puts his mouth to my ear. “How does that sound?” he whispers.
Goosebumps scatter up my spine. His fingers slip under the side of my panties, and he glides his fingertips through my sex.
“Hmm.” My eyes flutter closed as I take another sip of my champagne. “Keep talking.”
He bites my neck with force at exactly the same time as he impales me with two thick fingers.
Oh…
My knees nearly buckle out from under me.
His dark eyes hold mine as he works me, his thick fingers touching my most secret place. “Oh, my girl loves to fuck my hand.”
My eyes close.
He jerks his hand hard. “Doesn’t she?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
He lifts my leg to sit up on the chair, and he starts to really work me. Two fingers… then three, his teeth grazing my neck, biting my ear, and his quivering breath skimming my skin.
Four fingers…
Ouch.
I clench around him, and he smiles against my neck.
“You have no fucking idea how hot you feel stretched out like this.”
My body shudders, and I bear down on him.
He puts his mouth to my ear. “You’re going to come on my tongue tonight.” He growls. “Hard.”
Oh, yes…I am.
I shudder, and he takes his hands out of my pants and stands up straight. With his dark eyes fixed on mine, he sucks his fingers dry.
I pant as I melt into a puddle.
“I want to come now,” I whisper.
“No.” He straightens my dress and pulls it down. He neatens up my hair.
I pant as I watch him, my sex still buzzing from the beating he’s just given it.
Wet, swollen, and utterly stretched.
Needy.
“Later.”
April
Hand in hand, we walk into the outside garden restaurant. I feel like I’m going to vomit… or come. Damn Sebastian for making me horny. As if I wasn’t wound up enough already.
“Garcia!” voices call as we walk through the restaurant.
Sebastian smiles and waves, and we head toward the table.
“You didn’t tell me that you knew everyone in the Maldives.” I whisper.
He smiles at everyone sitting as we arrive at our table. “You do know that this is the pre-wedding dinner, right?”
“Oh.” I fake a smile as I glance around at all the eyes fixed firmly on me. “I do now.”
This is hell on a stick. Everyone he fucking knows is here.
Great.
He pulls out my chair, and I sit down. He slides in beside me. We’re sitting at a small table for six. His four friends are already here.
“You remember Julian and Spencer, Brielle and Lottie.”
“Yes.” I smile, “Hello.”
“Hi.” They all smile and stare at me like I’m a freak in the circus.
“What were you two doing all day?” Spencer asks. “We were waiting at the pool for you. How rude. I would have thought you would make more of an effort, April.”
“They were getting busy,” Julian mutters.