Nice dive.
She bobbed to the surface on the other side, shaking her wet hair back. Wow. This was a different Jordyn Banks, slick haired, wet skinned, so damn sexy I hurt. “It’s beautiful!”
“Yeah.” I swam toward her.
We played around in the pool for a while, which happily involved my hands on her bare skin, then got out to sit in the sun again before it disappeared. A young man in beige shorts and a blue golf shirt, the uniform of the resort, came and asked if we wanted another drink, so we ordered more margaritas and sipped them as the sun went down over the ocean. Palm trees turned into swaying silhouettes against the peach sky, the pool glimmering turquoise. We were almost the only ones left at the pool.
“I’m getting hungry,” Jordyn announced.
“Yeah, me too. Ready to head back?”
“Like a…” She stopped, stumped.
I spoke near her ear. “Let’s make like a penis and head in.”
She threw her head back to laugh. “I like that one.”
“Yeah, me too.” She had no idea how much I liked that one.
Chapter 13
Jordyn
ARUBA
Finally I was going to get laid.
By Chase.
God, how often had I fantasized about this? I was so attracted to him, had been since our first date over a month ago. Wait, I’d been attracted to him even before that—to his picture yes, but to the personality I’d gotten to know on Twitter. And yeah, we all have a public image on social media but you can tell when someone’s really an asshole. And Chase wasn’t an asshole.
When we’d made out on his couch like horny teenagers he’d gotten me so wound up, I’d definitely dialed the pink telephone when I’d gotten home. Sparks sizzled between us all the time—especially earlier in the pool when we’d been nearly naked—and I was having a hard time sitting still as we ate dinner in the restaurant, my inner muscles clenching, my thighs squeezing together.
If he’d wanted to go to bed the minute we’d checked in, I would have been willing. I’d practically offered myself to him and I could see he wanted that…the way he looked at me, his eyes darkening, moving over me, and lingering on my breasts and my mouth. Sexual tension had throbbed in the air. And between my legs. But he didn’t push it. And as much as I wanted him, I respected that. I’d been the one to call a halt to our make-out session and I was getting the idea that I was going to have to be the one to, if not initiate things, make it very clear that I wanted him. Bad.
So here we were in the romantic dining room at a table lit with a candle and decorated with orchids, sea breezes drifting through the open windows.
“Want me to get rid of the candle?” Chase asked, jerking his chin toward it.
His thoughtfulness touched me. I set my hand over my heart and shook my head. “I can handle candles if they’re in a holder. And I don’t have to light it.”
We ate amazing dinners of char-grilled mahi-mahi and a Black Angus steak, drinking a delicious white wine. I had my sandal off and ran my bare foot up and down Chase’s calf under the table.
His lips quirked into a small smile, but his eyes blazed. “Did you pack pajamas?” he asked casually.
My eyes popped open. Then I lowered my eyelids and lifted one corner of my mouth. “Why, yes, I did. My flannel pj’s with the purple pigs on them. How about you?”
“I don’t wear pajamas.”
“Well, that’s presumptuous. I only saw one bed in that room.”
“Yep.” His eyes gleamed.
“It’s a really big bed though.” I tapped my chin. “If we each slept on opposite sides, we’d probably have to text each other to communicate, it’s so big.”
He snorted. “Like that’s gonna happen.”
I smiled. I lifted a hand to my throat and trailed my fingertips down…down…between my breasts. I was wearing a little black slip dress that was super low cut, edged with a narrow lace. His eyes followed my hand. His throat moved. His jaw twitched. My toes rubbed higher beneath the leg of his pants, over hair-roughened skin.
He pulled in a sharp breath.
I smiled. I slid a hand into my hair at the scalp then pulled some strands forward over my shoulder, slowly running my fingers down the length of my hair to my breast. Once again, his gaze followed.
“Do you want dessert?” he asked hoarsely.
I nodded, eyes wide, and drawled, “Oh yeah.”
He swallowed and lifted a hand. The server appeared immediately. “What do you have that’s chocolate?” Chase asked.
“A seven-layer chocolate cake. It’s amazing.”
“We’ll take a piece of that to share.”
“How’d you know I like chocolate?” I leaned forward, arching my back and pushing my breasts out.
His eyes dropped to my cleavage and lingered. “It’s a well-known fact about you.”
I laughed. “I guess it is.” There were a few things I shared about myself on social media, other than my love of hockey, and one of them was my chocolate addiction.
The cake was amazing, dark and decadent. “Chocolate is the only thing that can compare to good sex,” I murmured. I slipped another bite into my mouth and slowly drew the tines of the fork between my lips. “Mmmm.”
Chase shook his head, the corners of his mouth quirked. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” I gave him a slow wink. “You?”
“I’m losing my fucking mind.”
“Me too.” Our eyes held for a stretched out, heated moment.
When we’d finished the cake, Chase said, “How about a moonlight walk on the beach?”
I gazed at him for a moment, then said, “No.”
He smiled. “No?”
“We can do that tomorrow night. Right now, we need to go up to our room.”
He stood up so fast he knocked his chair over. “Hell yeah.”
I swallowed my laugh, ignoring the looks from other diners. Chase righted the chair, grabbed my hand, and we sprinted out of the dining room.
“Elevator’s too slow,” he said. “Stairs.”
Our room was on the third floor. I was good with walking up, but my sandals had spiky high heels, so I paused to take them off. Chase gave a low laugh, and then I ran up the terra-cotta tiled steps barefoot, him close behind me.
We were both breathless and laughing when we got to our floor, and not just from the stairs. I let him unlock and open the door, and followed him inside. My belly fluttered and heated. He let the door fall shut, tossed his key card onto the dresser, and reached for me.
I dropped my shoes and pretty much jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck. Our mouths crashed together. Heat slid through my veins and pooled in my core.
His hands slid under my skirt and grasped the bare cheeks of my ass, my thong covering nothing. “Fuck,” he muttered. “I could do you just like this.”
“Yes,” I panted. “Do it.”
“Hang on.” He lowered me to the floor and backed me up against the wall. “Stay right there.” He lunged into the bathroom. Something crashed on the tile floor, then he came back with a condom he was already ripping open.
I reached for the fly of his pants and frantically yanked the zipper down. He was so thick and hard, and I slipped my hand into his boxers to find his cock, shoving his pants and underwear down with my other hand. He rolled the condom on quickly, the latex stretched thin and tight over him. God, that was hot.
Then he grabbed me again and lifted me. Once again I wrapped my legs around him and linked my hands behind his neck. He was so strong, shoving my skirt up, pulling my panties aside, fingering my pussy.
“Christ, you’re wet.” He let out a groan.
“I’ve been wet for hours.” I kissed him. “I want this. So much.”
“Me too. Jesus.” He gripped his cock and found my entrance. My body tightened at the pinch I felt as he penetrated me. “Ah hell. Such a tight little pussy. You okay, baby?”
I moved my head up and down, too breathless to speak.