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Arms wrap around my waist, the heat from Max’s breath tickles my neck. “Do you like?”
“Nope. I can’t believe you brought me to this dump.” I giggle, turning in his arms. “Seriously, how do you expect me to relax here?”
He picks me up with such ease and my legs wrap around him, my hands link behind his neck. “Who said anything about relaxing?” He wags his brows. Walking with me back inside, he carries me to the bedroom. “I brought you here so I’d have you all to myself. No concerts, no fans, no barriers. Just me and you. And lots of sex.”
“I like the sound of that.”
He lays me on the bed and I let out a wistful sigh. This bed is heaven. I need to leave a great review for this place when we get home. My body relaxes, the jet lag settling in. “How about a nap first?”
“Okay,” he gives in. “Only because you’ll need your energy later.” My laugh tangles with a yawn. He kisses me a couple times and rolls to his side, snuggling me against his strong body. His warmth and the enchanted sounds of the island lull me to a peaceful sleep.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Sydney
I wake to the sound of voices. Shaking the fog out of my head, I sit up and take in my surroundings. I was almost positive I had dreamt this place. It seemed too beautiful to be real. But it is. The bedroom’s wall of windows that looks out to the ocean is wide open. I pull in a deep relaxing breath, letting it out slow.
Voices in the other room remind me what woke me up to begin with. I drag myself out of bed, making a quick stop at the mirror to make sure I don’t look like a walking mess. Fixing my messy bun into a cleaner messy bun, I shrug to myself. “I’m not here to impress company, this’ll have to do,” I whisper to myself.
Max is in the kitchen with his shirt off and board shorts hanging low on his hips, cutting up fruit. I lean against the bedroom door frame, gawking at the gorgeous man. Steel-blue eyes catch mine staring. “Come here,” he demands. I push off the frame with my hip and saunter over to him.
“I’m here.” My voice comes out more needy than I expected.
My body’s reaction to Max is undeniable. It succumbs to his commands without thought or restraint. The notion that I could just hand over all of myself to one man used to scare the ever living hell out of me. Now, it awakens places I never knew were inside of me. This is what I need from a man. This is whathas always been missing.
He leans down, scraping his fingers up my thighs, grazing the bottom of my ass under my shorts. “This spot…” He runs his index fingers along the curve again. “Is one of my favorites. You have a gorgeous ass.”
He lifts me up on the counter and brings a piece of fruit to my lips, outlining them with its juice. I lick my lips and the sweet bite of guava fills my mouth. “Mmm,” I murmur. He does it again, but brings his lips to mine before I can lick the juice off. The taste of him mixed with the sweetness is intoxicating, it’s easy to let him pull me under. I squeeze us together with my legs, his hardness hitting my center. He groans into my mouth, his hand grips my swollen breast.
“Fuck. Why didn’t I wait?” He mutters to himself, pulling back. I tilt my head in confusion. Wait for what? Do I look like I want to wait? He looks behind me, so I twist my body around.
“Oh.” I forgot about the voices from earlier. Two women are on the patio, standing by massage tables, setting up. I suppress the disappointment that we have to wait again, knowing he set this up. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for a massage, but the building ache in my lower belly is becoming heavy from need. At least, I know I’m not the only one struggling. “Well… I guess you’ll for sure get a happy ending,” I say, turning back to him. His laugh echos in the open space.
“More like a happy beginning.”
“You keep promising things, but I’ve yet to see you deliver,” I say, lifting my chin and twisting my lips in playful defiance, knowing the thin ice I’m walking on. His fingers dig into my hips and the ice cracks as he jerks me into him.
“Sydney, are you wanting to put on a show?” he rasps. “Because I can have you screaming my name in less than sixty seconds and I don’t give a flying fuck that we have an audience.” I swallow, turned on by his words but also mortified that I’m thinking of saying yes. His brows lift, waiting for me to answer.
This is whathappens when you play with fire.
“No,” I say with an awkward laugh.
His lip twitches. “You and that mouth will be the death of me.” He picks up a mango, bringing it to my mouth. “Now, eat or I’ll find something else for you to do with that mouth.”
My mouth waters. Not for the mango, but for him. I lean forward to take the mango and run my hand along his hardened bulge at the same time. He shudders in surprise. “I like option number two,” I purr.
A low rumble from the back of his throat spurs me on. I tighten my grip. “I wasn’t playing,” he warns.
“Neither was I.”
Strong arms scoop me up and he takes quick strides to the bedroom. He mumbles to the ladies we’ll be right back in a language I’ve never heard him speak. I’ll ask about that later.
He tosses me on the bed, pulls down his swim trunks and stares at me like he’s about to devour me. “Option two, huh?” He walks toward me, pumping his shaft a couple times and I inch closer to him on all fours.
I hum, pulling him into my mouth. It doesn’t take long before deep throated growls are coming from the back of his throat. It’s always the few seconds after where he’s trying to gain control of his senses, but can’t, that I feel like I won an Oscar for my performance. It’s empowering.
My eyes roll back into my head when the massage therapist runs her arm up my back. Between the exotic smells and the soft music playing along with the ocean sounds, I’m in pure bliss. Naked, except a piece of cloth placed over the crack of my butt, hands and arms drag along the entire length of my body. Max told me the lomi lomi massage is a Polynesian technique used to get rid of negative energy.
