Page 20 of One Week in Paradise

He pulls away from me for half a second, and the mewl that comes out of my mouth is desperate and whiny. I don’t want him to stop. I lean forward, peppering his neck with tiny kisses, and he groans low in his throat.

I feel like I’m drowning in him, and I’m perfectly okay with that.

‘ Fuck ,’ he groans.

‘Yeah,’ I pant.

‘We should go. It’s getting dark.’

I look up. The sky is a mix of blues and purples. When did it get so late? How long have we been out here? I glance at my fingertips – they’ve begun to prune.

He’s right. We should go. But I don’t want to.

‘No,’ I say, more voice coming out in a pained whine. ‘I don’t want this to end.’

I’m content to stay in this moment with Cash for the rest of my life.

The look he gives me sends a shockwave of arousal through me. It’s dark and sultry and filled with want and desire. ‘I didn’t say anything about stopping this.’

A shiver wracks through my body as he brushes his lips against my ear and whispers, ‘As soon as we get back to the suite, I’m making you mine.’ He pulls back and quirks a brow. ‘You still want to stay out here?’

I shake my head.

His lips curl into a smile. ‘Good girl.’

He walks us back to the beach. Once we hit the shallows, he doesn’t put me down.

Instead, he swivels me around in his arms, carrying me bridal-style out of the water.

We quickly redress, barely caring that we’re still soaked from the ocean, grab our belongings and head back towards the resort in silence, scared to say anything that will break the tension that lingers between us.

By the time we make it back to the room, I’m surprised my heart hasn’t burst through my ribcage. The level of desire I’m feeling for him is unnerving. I’ve never felt like this with anyone before.

As soon as the door closes behind us, Cash’s lips are on mine again. He easily hoists me up without breaking contact and walks us over towards the couch. I try and slide the sleeves of the cheesy Hawaiian shirt off his shoulders, but he jerks my hands away.

‘Mm mm.’ He shakes his head and hums against my lips. ‘You first.’

He drops me onto the couch and hovers between my legs. My heart beats erratically as I look up at him.

He reaches up and cradles my jaw. His face is flushed, his lips are swollen, and he’s looking at me like he can’t wait to devour me. ‘Do you remember that first night at the bar?’

I nod. How could I forget?

‘Let’s finish what we started.’ He rubs his thumb over my lips, and I dart my tongue out to lick it.

‘Please.’

He runs his hand down the length of my body, leaving a scorching trail in his wake. I squirm beneath him, but he doesn’t quicken the pace. In fact, it only seems to make him go slower.

‘There’s no need to rush, love,’ he murmurs as his hands reach my hips. He makes quick work of my skirt before pressing a finger lightly over my still-clothed clit. I jerk my hips forward, desperate for a deeper touch. ‘Tell me what you want.’

‘You,’ I choke out as he slides his hand up and down in languid strokes. ‘I want you to touch me. I need you to touch me.’

He kisses me softly, swallowing my moan as he tugs down my bikini panties and slides one long finger inside me. My hips buck upwards, but he uses his free hand to hold me in place.

He holds my gaze as he inserts another finger and begins pumping faster than before. ‘You’re so beautiful, Bailey.’

He says my name with reverence, like it’s something worthy of worshipping.

‘Stop it,’ I mumble.

‘No.’

He presses his thumb against my clit. The moan that slips past my lips is low and needy. ‘I’ll never stop telling you how beautiful you are.’

He brings himself to my eye level, fingers still pumping away, and kisses me. ‘How smart you are.’

Another kiss. ‘How brilliant you are.’

Another. ‘How kind you are.’

Another. ‘How perfect you 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 is just 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.

‘ So good,’ 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.’