She laughs and rolls her eyes at me. “Okay, smart ass. Let’s make a dash for the door and hope it didn’t lock behind us last night.”
“Now that would be a worthy challenge. I’m kind of hoping it is locked now.”
“Don’t even joke about that!” She darts toward the door and sighs heavily in relief when it opens.
I follow her into the suite and stop in my tracks when I realize what she’s doing. That I’m standing here buck naked has no effect on me. I fold my arms across my chest and stare her down. “Daisy, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Her head jerks in my direction then she quickly averts her eyes, her face flushing bright red. “What does it look like? I’m putting my clothes on before heading back to my room. You don’t expect me to roam the halls naked, do you?”
“No, of course not. I think I made it clear I’d have to kill any man who tries to take you away from me, and you walking to your room naked would definitely send the wrong message. That’s not what I meant, though.”
She straightens and turns to face me. “What do you mean then?”
“Why are you leaving? Why would you go back to your room?” Her eyes keep dropping to my cock, then back up to my face. The more she does that, the harder it gets and the more it stands at attention. I intentionally wiggle it, making her stare at it for more than a heartbeat before she jerks her gaze away.
She glances around the room, unsure of what she should say. The answer is there, but she’s unsure of saying the words. “Well, all my things are in my room. I need to shower and get ready for our outing today. I mean, I’m not wearing this genie getup all day, so I’m not sure what you expect me to say right now.”
“Are you trying to ditch me right now? Are you running out of here and avoiding me the rest of the day?” I tilt my head to the side and raise my eyebrows.
The irony of the situation is not lost on me. I’m choosing not to acknowledge this is the one time I don’t want my overnight guest to walk out on me.
“No.” Her statement sounds more like a question. “I don’t believe in overstaying my welcome and I need different clothes. And a shower. And my flat iron. Hairbrushes. Sunglasses.”
“You know, I have a very nice shower right here. It doesn’t require clothing to enjoy it. And maybe you’ve forgotten, but Tracy and Kevin claimed your room last night. They may not be ready for you to barge in on them again so early in the morning.”
“Maybe you’re right. Are you trying to ask me to stay here with you, Rod?” There’s a hint of doubt in her eyes, but the smile attempting to break free is genuine.
“Stay, Daisy. Don’t leave me yet. We’ll order room service, enjoy the walk-in shower while we wait for breakfast, and avoid the crowded shore excursions. I’m sure you and I can find plenty to do today, without including everyone else.”
“All right, then. I’ll stay.”
“Good. We’ll call the room phone to warn them before we show up to get your things. You can wear one of my T-shirts as a dress. No one will think twice about it. You could be wearing your bathing suit cover for all they know.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear. I’ll call in our breakfast order right now.” To save time, I order one of everything available on the breakfast menu then turn my attention back to Daisy.
“Now, you mentioned a walk-in shower?” She licks her lips and I briefly consider holding her hostage in my bed all day.
“I did. Let me walk you into it right now. Drop your drawers and come with me.” I waggle my eyebrows.
She giggles and does as I ask. “Wow. This bathroom is enormous. It’s almost the size of our entire room. We can’t even wash our hair in our shower stall without bumping our elbows on the sides. The next time Tracy and I go on vacation together, we’re upgrading to a suite.”
“The suites do have their perks.” I adjust the temperature then pull her underneath the water raining down from above our heads. “Last night was only a taste. What do you say to a four-course meal now?”
Her reply is to run her hands down my chest and grip my already hard cock in her delicate little fingers. “I say I’m starving.”
When she drops to her knees and nearly swallows me whole, my eyes roll back into my head and I’m amazed my legs can still hold me up. She works her mouth and her hand in tandem, bringing me to the point of no return. I try to warn her, though my entire being would revolt against me if I stopped her. But she keeps going of her own will, determined to see me crumble to my knees with her.
When I open my eyes, she’s looking up at me. This time when our eyes lock, it’s not from an overabundance of raging hormones. Something deeper calls to me, regardless of how hard I try to turn a deaf ear and a blind eye. With no effort at all, I lift her into the air and push her back against the cool tile wall. We both feel it, this invisible link connecting us, drawing us in closer with each passing moment.
I cover her mouth with mine, savoring every inherent sensation. Her sweet lips. Her soft tongue. Her unique taste. Her exclusive scent. The hot water continues to pour over us, making our bodies slick as her breasts slide against my chest. Her arms tighten around my neck, her legs tighten around my waist, and her hips move in tight circles over
