I lay the blanket she moved to sit down, over her lap as she faces forward and exhales.
When we’re in the air, I check email over WiFi and find that Dan has chosen One and Only Ocean Club, a five-star resort on Nassau Island where this plane will land. I told him not to ferry us to another island—it’s late. My chest relaxes as I read that he’s secured one of the private residences for us. There was a cancellation he was able to take advantage of, our very own house and private beach. He goes on to tell me that because Nassau is a hub for the islands, there will be plenty of shops for us to buy clothes. Scrolling through the photos of where we’ll be staying, I’m pleased and tuck my phone away to keep it all a surprise.
The cab drops us off at a one-story house rather than a hotel. “I thought we were going to a resort.”
Tapping in the key code I smirk, “What do you think this is?”
Her tired expression says I’m making no sense as we walk into a three bedroom, British-Colombian villa with an infinity pool romantically lit just beyond the sliding glass doors up ahead. Past that, landscape lighting illuminates our private beach, low waves licking the shore under a star-filled sky.
Emma gasps, covering her mouth as she ventures in for a better look. I grin, happy it’s having the effect I knew it would. In a trance, she sets her clutch bag on the mahogany accent table. I stay where I am, hands in my suit pockets while she explores, finally walking back into the room to ask in wonder, “Three bedrooms? Why do we need this?”
“Would you like me to find something smaller?”
A wicked smile is thrown over her shoulder as she heads to the back deck. “Has any woman ever preferred small?”
I laugh, follow her outside and with the soothing sounds of water calming us, I glance to her from the corner of my eyes. She’s staring at the sky, enamored and breathless. “Rings are small.”
A frown flickers over her face, but she gives me a smile, also from profile. “Don’t even go there. We’re just here to date.”
“Date?” I lift an eyebrow and pull her close, then closer, and watch her eyelashes grow heavy as I’m about to kiss her. “This is more than a date. I’ll stay down here as long as you want.”
“Don’t you have work?”
“It’s not a start-up that I just got off its feet. My company is a well-oiled machine. Everyone knows what to do and Dan can put out the minor fires. He’ll call if anything big needs my attention. And I can do most of it online or with phone calls.”
Her fingers slip into my hair, tightening my arms around her. “We’re alone, Tanner, and you’re not running.”
I kiss her and murmur against her soft lips, “I’m not going to run from you again. But I am going to suggest we sleep.”
Whiskey eyes go wide for a heartbeat then settle with confidence. “You think tonight was too emotional and we should take it down a notch, huh?”
“Something like that.”
“You’re wonderful, Tanner,” she murmurs, completely undoing me.
My cock is aching, but I’m arguing with it, that to make love to her after the fight she had with her father with everyone as an audience, it’s best to take this slow. “When we arrived you could barely keep your eyes open. Tomorrow you’ll be more yourself.”
“Mmmm,” she murmurs, giving me a light peck and gently pulling us apart. “You’re right, thank you.” Walking inside and stretching on a yawn, Emma casts the sexiest look over her shoulder before tugging one spaghetti strap down. “I’m so tired even this dress feels heavy.”
My mouth has started watering, something that’s never happened. Aroused but stubborn, I cross my arms. “Oh really.”
“Mmmhmm,” she smirks, sliding the other down and holding the fabric over her breasts. One foot falls at a snail’s pace in front of the other as she lets it slide to her waist, revealing a black lace bustier. I inhale sharply, as my length extends and throbs even harder. She peeks at me as she steps into the villa, and drops the dress. A damn matching black thong comes into view and my beauty stops in the doorframe and leans on the jamb, posing with her ass and chest out, chin down, eyes hugely innocent. And those five-inch-heels.
I groan, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“So fucking beautiful, Tanner? How would you know that?” Her eyebrows lift.
I drop my arms and make quick strides to her. “I’m going to find out.”
She gasps with excited suspense and waits for me.
CHAPTER 33
EMMA
T he sexual, hoarse quality in his voice inspires shivers of anticipation. “Did you wear this lingerie for me, Emma? Were you hoping I’d be there?”
His eyes are locked on my body as he traces the tops of his knuckles slowly down my neck, over my collarbone, and across the soft skin where my breasts begin.
“Did you?”
I nod, heavy with desire. He continues caressing me, traveling crossways over my chest and down my bustier.
Goosebumps spring under his touch as I hold my breath. He dips into the sensitive spot right beneath my earlobe, nipping and massaging with his teeth.
His hands slip over and under the top of the bustier to take hold of me, fingers rubbing my nipples into painfully sharp points as I suck in air on a hungry gasp.
His fevered kisses devour me.
I tangle
