I sat her down and handed her a glass. “The cabin was amazing—perfect.” She scrunched her face, doubtful but still smiling. “I hope you don’t mind the single bed. If so, I can sleep on the love nest or that big net out there.” I gestured to the round swing on the deck and the rectangle hammock above the ocean. “So many options.”
“It’s not like I haven’t been sleeping with you these past few days. And I’m not sure that can be classified as a bed. It’s its own island.”
The cabana was only one large room with a dinette area to the left, the bed in the middle, and the bathroom closed off on the right. The most real estate was outside, past the glass walls, on an oversized patio. Two seating areas, an infinity pool, outdoor shower, a dock that led down to the water, and the large hammock took up all the other space.
“Daniel, look at this.” Hanna pulled my attention to where she stood in front of the bed. “We have a glass floor. I can see fish. This is insane.”
“How about we order another bottle of champagne and enjoy our room for the rest of the day?”
“Hell yes.” She downed her glass and dug into her suitcase for her suit before disappearing into the bathroom.
I lingered on the deck, taking in the clear blue ocean stretching on for miles, only broken up by dark patches of seaweed.
Sound behind me had me turning around and freezing. “Jesus, Hanna.”
She looked down at the scraps of black covering everything important. “What? It’s not like you haven’t seen it all anyway.”
I held my breath, waiting for one wrong move to have her breasts spilling out of her tiny top. My cock grew hard just imagining it, and I realized that maybe we should have stayed in the mountains, where she’d been bundled under layers.
“I know,” I choked out. “But barely wrapped up like that is alluring as hell.”
She waggled her brow and wiggled her body, pulling a groan from deep in my chest. “Well, go get changed so I can ogle you too. It’s only fair.”
I walked into the bathroom and wondered if I had time to jerk off before heading back out there. Deciding against it, I quickly pulled on my trunks and went back out. She greeted me with over the top catcalls from the infinity pool, breaking the tension from before.
“You want to head into the ocean?” I asked.
“I want to do it all,” she exclaimed, exiting the pool, rivulets of water trailing down her soft skin.
We walked down the steps and jumped into the water, our toes digging into the soft sand. She swam around me in circles, and we talked about nothing and everything. Work, family, games we liked to play, everything.
“We should dry off if we want to have dinner at some point tonight.”
“You want to rest on the hammock?” she suggested.
Honestly, I would have done whatever she wanted me to. My feelings were tipping in a dangerous direction, and I wasn’t sure there was anything I could do to stop them. The longer they continued, the less I was sure I wanted to stop them.
I climbed on first, and she followed, log rolling into my side, laughing. She rested her head on my shoulder and got comfortable pressed to my side.
“Daniel,” she said, tipping her head back to look at me. “I have a confession to make.”
Her breath tickled my skin, and I held my breath, scrambling to prepare for whatever came out of her mouth next.
“I’m a little tipsy,” she giggled, pressing closer against me. “Maybe we can nap here for just a bit before dinner.”
My lungs compressed, exhaling the tension. “Sure. That sounds perfect.”
I didn’t sleep. And when she rolled to her side, I slid my arm around her shoulders. I held her close, relishing each puff of air brushing against my chest. Unintentionally memorizing the way her curves pressed to my hard edges, doing my damnedest to convince myself that the warmth expanding in my chest was friendship. Just friendship.
“We don’t have to go out. They can set up a whole dinner here on the patio if you want.”
Hanna popped her head around the corner from the bathroom. “This resort is too nice to not explore.”
“I know. I just didn’t know if you’d feel more comfortable not roaming.”
“It’s okay,” she said, not concerned at all. “I have you by my side. I’m good.”
The warmth from earlier grew until she stepped out from behind the door, and then it all flooded south. “You look…stunning.”
“This old thing? I’ve had it for years.”
Pastel flowers decorated the light blue material that stretched all the way to her feet. The slits on each side played peekaboo with her slender legs. The thin spaghetti straps looked tested to their limits containing her breasts.
“You look good, too. I like the buttons undone. Very sexy.” She pursed her lips in an exaggerated sexy pout. She was playing with me, and here I was about to come with a strong breeze because of some cleavage.
I was a dick.
Taking a deep breath, I shoved it down and offered my arm, leading her out to where the boat would take us back to the main island.
We chose to immerse ourselves in the location and taste the Caribbean flavors at an upscale restaurant. The breeze from the ocean blew strands of her dark hair across her smiling face the whole meal and she would laugh each time.
This Hanna, the one who’d bounced her way from one thing to the next, hyped up on excitement and pure joy, this was the real Hanna. This was the Hanna who let
