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  Right… tsunamis.

  I got up and off his body, saying, “Okay, let’s go, then.”

  He stopped me before I got back into the water, and said, “This isn’t over.”

  I felt that flip-flop in my stomach again, wondering what would happen when we got back to the resort. Should I ask, My room or yours? Was that too forward? As we swam around the cliff and toward the shore where we’d left our clothes, I could still feel the heat of him – everywhere. Heck, I still wasn’t sure what was coming over me to make me so willing to invite a man I’d only met this morning back to my room. The earth must have definitely turned on its axis.

  Chapter 5

  When we returned, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. The amphitheater was full, drinks were still being poured one after another at the bar, and I felt like we’d both stepped out of an adventure park back to the real world.

  “Maybe it was a localized tremor,” I said under my breath.

  “April!” I heard Millie’s voice. She waved toward me from the other end of the bar, clearly having had a few more shots than her petite frame could handle. There was a man beside her, quite good looking, watching her every move as if contemplating whether she was wasted enough to screw.

  “I should see if she’s okay,” I left Sean by a pillar and headed toward my friend.

  “Millie, how many of those have you had?” I pointed to the line of empty glasses, brought one to my nose, and inhaled the anise aroma. “You know Sambuca’s your weak point.” And by weak I meant that she loved the liquor so much, on occasions Millie drank it like water.

  “I know,” she slurred. “But Greg here bet I couldn’t go past six.”

  Why did she fall for these dweebs so easily?

  “Well, I definitely showed him.”

  “Millie, let’s get you to our room.”

  “Nah, don’t go Millie.” Greg pulled down on her arm as she stood up. He threw me a ‘You better not fuck up my game’ look. Oh, I so didn’t like him.

  “We’re leaving,” I repeated.

  “And who made you the queen?” he snapped back.

  “I did.” Sean’s voice boomed from behind me. I didn’t realize he followed me. It had been a long time since I’d had a strong man’s support. Greg took one look at Sean and stepped back.

  “Come on, Millie. It’s time to go,” Sean repeated. And apparently he didn’t have to ask her twice, the way I did. Millie took the arm he offered, I stepped on her other side holding her steady, and we walked away.

  “I told you to be careful who you hang out with.”

  “I’m not the one who disappeared with the eagle-man,” she said.

  Right, I did disappear.

  “Besides, he said I couldn’t do more than six shots.”

  She was so wobbly on her feet, I was glad I had Sean with me to help me guide her up the steep staircase.

  “Millie, we’ll discuss how to be a good judge of character when you’re sober.”

  She stopped in the middle of the walkway and pinched my cheek. “You’re blushing. Did you do him?” she whispered loudly toward me, covering her mouth away from him as if that would prevent Sean from hearing.

  “Millie, stop.”

  “You said he had a nice package. Did it live up to my expectations?”

  Sean chuckled, and I felt my cheeks turn crimson.

  “I swear, Millie. I will never forgive you for this.”

  We walked her to our bungalow, and I chose to ignore her continuous embarrassing questions. I helped her to bed, and once she snuggled against the pillow, I stepped back out into the hallway where Sean was waiting for me.

  “Nice package, eh?”

  “She’s exaggerating.”

  “Are you saying I have a small penis?”

  “No, that’s not what I’m saying.”

  “A big one then?” he teased.

  “I think Millie’s already established how I feel about your ‘package.’” I used finger quotes. This was so embarrassing.

  “And how do you feel about my package?”

  “I feel I have yet to discover whether its performance lives up to its size.”

  Was I flirting again? I was pretty sure this conversation went way beyond flirting and was leading to me doing a ‘spread eagle’ for him right here, or jumping directly into his bed.

  “Come to my room, then.” He stood in front of me, and the back of his hand gently swept up my sheer dress over my stone-hard nipple. My back pressed against the shut door, for the first time since dinner reminding me of my sunburn, and I squirmed, stepping away, right back into Sean’s arms.

  “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I’m still sore and...”

  He leaned into my ear and whispered, “You can be on top. Or on your front with that beautiful ass of yours high up in the air as I cool it with my tongue. I know you want me, April. And I sure as hell want you.”

  His arousal pressed against my thigh, and if there were ever any doubts about his size, which there weren’t, Sean had just killed them off. Holy crap! I repositioned myself so that I could feel him right there at the apex of my triangle. It wouldn’t take much. A slight lift of my dress and pull on the strings of his shorts and we’d be connected as one. I did want him, more than I was willing to admit out loud. The atmosphere of this resort allowed me to be more open and daring than usual.

  I moved my hips back and forth, each time brushing against him. Sean’s hand slid over my hip and onto my thigh. His forehead rested against mine, which given his height wasn’t easy, so I stepped higher on my toes, pressing my body into his, feeling every ripple and valley of his muscles on my skin. I concentrated on the lips that had molested mine earlier that evening, and I made a vow to feel them all over my body. I spread my legs wider and his other hand followed the downward curve of my hip before he shifted. Feeling his palm between us, slowly scrunching my dress higher, was like a rush I hadn’t felt in years. And when his finger touched my bare skin and nestled right between my folds, I was lost. He could do with me as he pleased, and I wouldn’t object.

  “I want you, April.” His husky voice was rough and enticing. “Any way I can get you.”

  His thick finger slid inside me, and I let out a whimper. I couldn’t reply. Not in this state of frenzy. I could only show him how much I wanted him. This was wrong! We just met! Then why did it feel so right? I lowered myself onto his digit further, feeling him fill me until his knuckles were at my opening, and was rewarded with a second finger. He took my lips with the next hard pump, and I felt my body soar higher at the force of his hand.

  Millie moaned from inside the room. “I can’t leave her. Not like this,” I panted.

  What if she choked on her vomit? What if she left the room and got lost, or worse yet, drowned? Maybe it was the mother in me that couldn’t walk away, but I knew if I did, I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on him, on us, anyway. And I really didn’t want anything ruining our intimate moment.

  “You’re dripping.” He kept moving his fingers in and out, tantalizingly slowly, rubbing that inner wall like a pro. His thumb reached to my clit, and my legs quivered underneath me. I lowered my hand to his shaft, for the first time feeling his pure strength in my grasp, wondering how he’d feel inside me.

  “And you’re hard.”

  “I don’t want to fuck you here, April. I want you for way more.”

  Millie moaned again and I thought I heard something clatter in the room.

  “I know. Me too, but I can’t concentrate unless I know she’s okay.”

  Sean slowly removed his fingers, lifted them to his lips, and licked them clean. God, that was hot!

  “We always have tomorrow, and the day after...” I was still panting from the heat of desire he’d driven me to.

  “All right, April. In case you change your mind, I’m in bungalow 208.”

  Two-oh-eight, I repeated in my mind. There was no way I could ever forget that number.

  Sean then leaned in and
kissed me with so much force, my lips had the urge to walk away with him, abandoning the rest of me to tend to my sick friend.

  I watched him leave. He waved just before he turned the corner, and I felt my heart jump out of my chest.

  “This is going to be one long night.”

  Chapter 6

  Inside our room, Millie’s bed was empty. Light shone from behind the bathroom door, and I gently knocked.

  “Come in,” Millie’s voice almost sang. What had happened to the slur? Changed into her sleep shorts and a t-shirt, she stood by the sink with a toothbrush in her mouth.

  “Are you okay?” I asked.

  “Yes. What are you doing here?” She pulled out the toothbrush, pointing at me accusingly.

  Wasn’t this my room as well? “What do you mean, what am I doing here? I’m here because you’re drunk... or you were drunk.”

  Millie looked quite fine at this moment. She spat the foam out of her mouth, rinsed, and shut the sink tap off.

  “I mean, why are you here? Didn’t you get the hint?”

  I lifted my brows, and she rolled her eyes. Obviously, whatever hint she was talking about, I hadn’t gotten it.

  “The one where I ‘need’ your help, your honky-honk can’t leave your side, and I get you two closer to his room! Again, why are you here, and where is the eagle man?”

  “Are you telling me you weren’t drunk?”

  “Of course not. You should know it takes more than a few shots to get me drunk.”

  “Soo, you were trying to get me and Sean in one room?”

  “Yes – his, specifically. Geez, April. Sometimes I wonder what happened to that reckless girl I knew before she got married.”

  Life. I sighed.

  “The way the guy was looking at you, I was afraid he’d lift you up on that bar and take you in front of the crowd. I got wet just thinking about it.”

  “Eww. Please don’t think about getting off when I’m on your mind.”

  “Gross! I pictured me in your spot, on that bar, silly!”

  Yes, because that made much more sense.

  “Where is he?”

  “He left. I told him I needed to take care of a drunk friend.”

  “Ahh, I love you too. But if you don’t get your ass over to his room, like now, then I will.”

  “I don’t know, Millie.” I sat down on a chair in the bathroom, which only reminded me how much my ass still hurt. “After Simon, there... there hasn’t been any other man.”

  “What about Pinkie?”

  I cocked my head to the side. “We never went all the way. And even if we had, I don’t think that would have counted.”

  She chuckled.

  “I just met him, and I don’t like one-night stands.”

  “Well, how are you supposed to know if you like them unless you try them?” She winked. “Maybe this could be more than a one-night stand. He looks like a decent guy, April, and he carries so much positive energy around him he could charge the batteries in my vibrator with one look. Imagine you never saw him again. How would you feel? And there’s no better time to find out if he performs as well as he looks than the present.”

  “What about Parker?”

  “Parker is not here. And one day he’ll need a father figure. This is the perfect time and place to start exploring.” She paused for a moment. “Look, I’m not telling you to go and get married. Far from it. But it’s definitely time to start exploring.”

  All I could think about was the way Sean had explored me with his fingers.

  She grasped my arm and lifted me off the chair.

  “Wait, I need a shower.” And hopefully I could think a bit clearer once I was done.

  “Fine, but I’m not letting you stay here tonight, so you better find another room, if you know what I mean.”

  Yes, I knew what Millie meant. She left me in the bathroom, and I stood in the shower, with the hope it would not only cool off my heated back but would also put out the fire between my legs. But at this point, any thoughts about Sean led to a volcano of lust erupting right out of my pussy.

  Chapter 7

  I put on a strapless dress, one that wasn’t see-through this time, but still opted for no bra or panties. Stuffing the aloe cream in my bag, I slipped on my sandals and went to Sean’s room.

  My first knock on the door was barely audible.

  “Maybe he’s not here.” Reluctantly turning on my heel, I heard the door open behind me.

  He stood with a towel wrapped around his hips, barely hanging on. His hair was wet and water still dripped off his chest. Drops hung onto his chest hair like ornaments. If I froze in that moment forever, I’d be one happy woman.

  “I came,” I said.

  I came?

  “Not yet.” He smirked and opened the door wider – but gave me only enough space to squeeze through so that I would inadvertently brush against his body and that curve underneath the towel. At the click of the lock behind me, I felt goosebumps sprinkle my body.

  “I was hoping you could help me with the lotion.” My voice sounded broken.

  In truth, we both knew why I was there, but it was still easier to pretend that I hadn’t come to have sex with a man I’d just met that morning.

  “Is that why you’re here, April? Because I was really hoping you liked my fingers inside you.”

  Sean sat at the edge of the bed while I stood in that same spot. His knees were parted. A few more inches and the towel would no longer cover him. Why was he still wearing it?

  “Ahm,” I cleared my throat. “I did.”

  Giving me that look of pure lust, he beckoned me with his finger to come closer. I dropped my purse onto the tiled floor, removed my flip flops, and crossed the few feet toward him. The hungry look in his eyes, as he roamed my body, was burning through me. I was afraid in a few seconds I’d see the ashes of my dress around my feet.

  Standing between his legs I watched him from above as he reached to the top hem above my breasts and gently rolled the elastic top off and down to my belly.

  “Gorgeous.” The desire-filled husk in his voice dried my mouth, and I closed my eyes. His breath touched my nipple before I felt the first tickle of his lips and their kiss. He swirled his tongue around it and pinched it gently between his lips while rolling the other one with his fingers. The zap of delightful pain flew from there right down to my pussy, and I opened my eyes at my own gasp of pleasure.

  He looked up from below his heavy lids. Those thick lashes formed a perfect frame for his crystal-clear eyes. A lazy grin spread across his face, and I knew this was just the beginning of a wonderful night – one I would probably never have again.

  I raked my fingers through his hair and pulled him back toward my stone-hard nipples, saying, “More.”

  Was that voice full of craving even mine? But I could no longer think as the warmth of his mouth, his touch, and the teasing overtook my senses. He twisted my nipples to that perfect threshold of pain and pleasure and I couldn’t get enough – except that the rest of my body was beginning to beg for attention as well. As if on cue, he slid the rest of my dress over my hips, baring me, and his wet tongue trailed down my belly. Sean gently pushed on my hips to back me up so that he could force his knees between mine, spreading my legs apart. If he saw the faint white mark in the tiny crease between my stomach and pelvis, he didn’t say anything.

  When I looked down, his towel was no longer tied at the front. It must have parted under the pressure of his erection, which was reaching up. With no time to think about his true size, I felt his fingers probe me and his mouth over my mound. That first lick of his stiff tongue was enough to feel like the earth shifted underneath my feet. Sean slid down to his knees and pumped harder inside me. He concentrated on my clit, flicking his tongue quickly, and then used the suction to create a pressure chamber in his mouth that drove all the blood to that one important spot. God, he was good! Too good! Every few seconds, while keeping his mouth around me, he let some air through. The breez
e touched my wet skin, teasing, and making me aware of his swift tongue swishing back and forth and back and forth.

  “I... I... ohh!” My fingers dug into his skin, and I had no choice but to let go. My toes curled as orgasmic shockwaves rippled from my pussy out through my legs and arms, convulsing my entire body. It had never jerked so hard before. A bolt of lightning would have been gentler when electrocuting me. He finally stopped so I could catch a lungful of air, and stood up to meet my gaze. I pulled him to my mouth, tasting my essence on his lips. He responded with a needy grunt, as if turned on by my need.

  He pulled away and whispered against my mouth, “condom.” I thought I saw a flash of fear in his eyes.

  “I’m on the pill,” I lied. I wasn’t sure why – but it was much easier than explaining to him that I could never get pregnant. “And I haven’t—”

  “—April, you don’t need to explain. I get tested for work.”

  I wanted to ask him what it was that he did, but I couldn’t. His lips were on my skin again, tracing my jaw and then dipping to my neck, checking the pulse at the base of my throat. Sean stepped sideways until we hit the bed. His knees bent as he sat down and leaned backward, pulling me with him. He lay back on the sheets.

  “I like to be on top, but given that your back is sore, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

  “I think after tonight this will be your new favorite position.”

  He growled. If there was one thing I knew I was good at, or at least what I remembered I’d been good at, it was rocking my hips over a man, squeezing around him as I controlled each bounce until he came. But that was so long ago... and I’d never been with anyone this big.

  I hovered above him, lowering myself to give him a full kiss. His chin was slick with my juices, and I wiped it with my hand before sliding down his torso, leaving a trail of wetness from my pussy on his abs. I raked my fingers through his chest hair, lifting my hips over his length. The feel of him at my opening made my pulse rush.