“Hi,” I whispered.
“Hi, yourself. Meet me in the women’s locker room in five minutes. There’s a door at the back that says ‘Private’. I’ll be waiting.”
My mouth was still hanging open as he walked away, desire shooting through my body. I took a sip from the frosted glass and stood up as casually as possible on shaky legs.
The locker room was mercifully empty. I made my way to the back, glancing over my shoulder every other second, my heart rate accelerating with every step.
I pushed open the door marked ‘Private’ and peered into the gloom of a large storage closet. I gasped when Sebastian’s hands pulled me inside.
He didn’t speak, not with words.
His lips burned on mine and I felt his hands everywhere, drinking me in, pulling me in, heating my blood.
I ran my hands down his chest and then around to his back, pushing them up under his T-shirt to feel his taut muscles and the warm, smooth texture of his skin beneath my fingertips.
He gripped my hair jerking my head back, running his teeth across my neck. I don’t know if it was the dark, or the confined space, or the sense of danger, but Sebastian’s movements were more confident, more assured than ever before, and I was swept away.
I felt the straps of my bikini top suddenly loosen, the thin fabric falling away. His mouth moved from my neck, across my chest and then he ran his tongue between the valley of my breasts and down to my stomach, where he knelt.
He hooked his fingers into my bikini bottoms and tugged them down. I stood naked before him in the dim light while, in his own way, he worshipped my body.
He stood up slowly, kissing me all the way.
I gripped his shoulders, feeling his muscles bunch under my hands as pleasure shot through me. I tugged on the material of his T-shirt, desperate to connect flesh with flesh. He stood quickly and pulled it over his head then crushed me to his chest and kissed me with increasing urgency. I had never felt so desired, never wanted a man as much as I wanted Sebastian at that moment.
He pressed himself into me and I knew that he was as aroused as I was.
My fingers scrabbled at the front of his shorts and I heard his soft gasp. With one, swift movement I pushed his briefs off his hips and reached down to grip him in my hands.
He groaned again then abruptly brushed my hands away. He bent down and pulled out a condom packet from his shorts. The sound of the foil tearing seemed so loud, I half expected someone to bang on the door and demand to know what we were doing.
Sebastian straightened up and fastened his hands on my hips, lifting me up suddenly. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he thrust into me, making me cry out. I clung onto his shoulders as he pushed me back against the wall, moving hard and fast, his face buried in my neck, his breathing becoming ragged.
Behind my bare back, I felt the doors of a cupboard. The contents rattled alarmingly as Sebastian pounded into me.
The rawness and urgency of our love-making pushed me over the edge and I climaxed around him, made breathless by the extraordinary turn of events. Four minutes ago I had been working quietly by the pool.
I felt Sebastian slam into me one last time and he cried out softly then sank to the floor with me cradled on his lap.
I stroked his face in the dark. I thought I felt tears on his face but I couldn’t be sure.
I laid my hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart slowly return to normal.
“I love you,” he breathed, placing gentle, loving kisses on my lips. “I love you so much.”
We lay there for some minutes, cocooned by the dim light creeping through the cracks around the door.
“You have to get back to work,” I said softly.
He sighed. “I know.”
“We have the whole weekend to look forward to.”
“I have to work all day Friday and Saturday,” he said sadly.
“The nights are still ours.”
“All night.”
“Yes.”