“About that, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate everything you did. Renting the cabana was a wonderful idea. The slide was so much fun, and I went down it fifty times in a row because of you.” She turns her hand and laces our fingers together. “Thank you.”
“Believe me, it was all my pleasure. I think I had more fun than you did.”
“That’s not possible.”
We chuckle lightly together, but our eyes linger a little too long. Her skin is so soft, her small hand fits perfectly in mine, and the memory of how soft her lips are is a little too tempting. My superpower to remain a respectful guy is waning under the alluring way she’s looking at me. If she pushes the issue, I won’t take the high road again. I’ll take her to places she’s only read about.
“Speaking of our lengthy walk in the dark, secluded woods, where no one can hear you scream for help or come to rescue you from me, I should get you back to your room. No excuses of being too tired to keep up with me tomorrow.”
“You think I can’t keep up just because my legs are shorter than yours, don’t you? Just wait. I’ll show you, Hot Rod.”
“I’ll never admit to saying this, but I like it when you call me that. I consider it as a compliment, like a tribute to my sexiness.”
“That’s absolutely what it is. What else could it mean? It’s definitely not that you think you’re more charming that you actually are.” The teasing gleam in her eye reveals an additional aspect of her personality. She’s growing more comfortable with me and more confident in herself.
“Come on, wiseass. It’s past your bedtime.”
When we reach the door to her room, she stops and turns to me. The question is on the tip of her tongue.
Do I want to come in?
Yes. Fuck yes, I do.
“Thanks for walking me back to my room. Your alibi is solid now since you’re on camera, showing what a thoughtful date you are.” She smiles and her eyes dance with humor.
“There are cameras on us right now? That just makes me want to give them something worth watching.”
She gasps and I take full advantage of the situation. Before she can reply, my lips are on hers, my tongue dives deep into her mouth, and my fingers wind around her hair. I hold her head in the exact position I want her—the one that gives me the best access to deepen the kiss even further. Her hands flatten against my chest and slide up my body, then she changes her mind and changes direction.
When her fingers graze the outline of my swollen cock through my pants, she freezes, unsure of what to do next. My hips involuntarily push it harder into her hand, seeking the attention my erection so desperately craves. The momentum drives her back against the door, and I lean into her front, never breaking the kiss that’s consuming us both.
“Rod.” My name escapes from her throat in a desperate plea.
We’re both on the edge of a precipice, waiting for the ground to give way under our feet so we have an excuse for falling.
After slowing our pace and ending the feverish kiss, I lean my forehead against hers and focus on breathing until my racing heart slows to a manageable speed. “Sorry. I’m obviously having an extremely difficult time controlling myself around you. You’re a terrible influence on me.”
My tone is teasing, and she knows I mean no harm to her in the least. She releases a sarcastic snicker. “That’s funny, because I was just thinking the same thing.”
“That you’re a bad influence on me?”
“Yes, exactly that part.” She rolls her eyes at me. “No, Hot Rod, that I can’t control myself around you.”
“Is it terrible that I’m relieved I’m not alone in this?”
“You’re not alone at all. We’re both suffering and driving each other crazy at the same time.”
“Then we both know we have something explosive and mind-altering to look forward to... as soon as humanly possible. Let’s go with that for now.” I grasp her face in my hands and place a long, lingering kiss on her scrumptious lips. “Good night. I’ll see you bright and early in the morning.”
Before either of us change our mind, I take her key card, open the door, and gently push her inside. “Make sure no one else is in your room while I wait right here.”
“All clear,” she says after a minute. “Good night, Rod. Sweet dreams.” She doesn’t mean that at all. There’s zero conviction in her voice.
“They will be. They’ll be of you, all night long.” I close the door and make sure it latches before heading back to my room. Alone. Again.
This fucking trip feels like we’ve already been on it for weeks.
When I walk into our room, Kevin is kicked back on his bed, watching TV with an overtly satisfied expression on his face. He gawks at me as I unbutton my shirt.
“Where’s your jacket?”
“Well, shit. Daisy is still wearing it. She got chilled out on the beach, so I covered her with it. She wore it in the nightclub too. I just forgot to get it back from her.”
“Holy shit.” He sits up and turns to put his feet on the floor. “You still haven’t fucked her, have you?”
“Fuck off, man.”
“And you won’t even tell me. You like her. Admit it.”
“Kevin, you are my best friend, but I will only say this once. I don’t talk to you about anything remotely related to feelings, dating, girls, or advice of any kind, really. We’ve had this discussion before.”
“You don’t talk about feelings because you deny having any. But you’ve spent four days and nights with this girl, and you haven’t sealed the deal. Either something is wrong with you, which is
