until my legs trembled and my knees went weak. In my mind, she came right before she passed out, her body going limp in my embrace. Then I came so hard that I ejaculated across the room.
Jesus-freaking-Christ. What was I, a damned sixteen-year-old kid? When was the last time I jacked off? I cleaned off the mirror, turned on the water and stepped inside.
Ten minutes later she was waiting for me when I opened the bathroom door. Fully dressed, she sat primly on a chair, legs crossed, face blank.
“Rain?” I sat on the bed across from her. I had to say something to her. I know I’d hurt her, and that wouldn’t stand.
She looked up. “Ready to go?”
I placed my hand on her knee. “Not yet. We need to talk. Obviously.”
“Nope, we’re good.” She rose stiffly, made a move for the door.
I grabbed her hand, forced her to stand still. “Let’s talk. Me first.” I gestured toward the chair. “Please.”
She sat down but refused to look me in the eyes.
“You’re beautiful. You’re sexy. You’re smart and there is nothing I want more than to make love to you.”
She looked at me then. “Then why—”
I pressed a finger to her lips. They were like satin and I wanted to push my finger between them and feel the wetness of her mouth. But I didn’t.
“I want to take things slow.”
“But we’re leaving soon, and—”
I pressed my finger to her lips again. They were so moist, I wanted to nibble. I shook the image away. “I’m being respectful, Rain.”
“Oh.” Her face turned pink and she sat down. “You think I’m a slut, don’t you?” She covered her eyes with both hands. “You’re only being a gentleman.”
I removed her hands from her eyes and held them in mine. “That’s not what I meant at all. This is more about me than anything.” And that, at least, was the truth. “I don’t want to screw this up. I’m showing you…I need for you to know that this is about more than a physical attraction. What I want from you, it’s not just your body.”
She leaned toward me. “I know that.”
“I know it’s crazy to talk like this since we just met. I just don’t want us to look back on this time as a vacation fling. When we leave the island, I want to see where this goes.”
A smile spread across her face. “I want that too.” Teeth pressed into the flesh of her lips. “How long do you want to wait?”
“Please believe me, there is absolutely nothing more I want than to make love to you.”
Her eyes, a swirl of gold and rust glistened with unshed tears.
Shit.
“I know, but we’re leaving soon and I just want—I mean, I thought…”
I leaned forward and silenced her with my mouth. I touched her hair lightly, stroking it as I kissed her face, her cheeks, her lips.
I burrowed my nose into her neck and inhaled her sweet scent. My tongue trailed a moist line down to her collarbone. My head swam with sensation and all I wanted to do was pick her up, lay her on the bed and peel her clothes away until she was naked. But I didn’t.
I willed my cock to play dead and stood up. “Soon. Very, very soon.”
Chapter Five
She appeared at my door, backlit by the rising sun. At this angle, I could easily see through the white nightie she wore. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I could see the shadow of her nipples through the flimsy material.
Once again, my cock was alert and at the ready. I shifted in my seat, hoping she didn’t notice the tenting action of my pants.
She rubbed her eyes sleepily. “Morning.” She looked slightly confused, probably to see me sitting at the desk and not in bed.
“Good morning,” I said with an enthusiasm I did not feel. I rose to greet her and kissed her on the cheek. “There’s been a change of plans.”
“Oh?” She blinked a few times. “Not going to the Ras Natango gallery?”
I tried to ignore the look of distress changing the alignment of her features and spoke firmly. “Breakfast is on its way,” I smiled at her, “the porter
Jesus-freaking-Christ. What was I, a damned sixteen-year-old kid? When was the last time I jacked off? I cleaned off the mirror, turned on the water and stepped inside.
Ten minutes later she was waiting for me when I opened the bathroom door. Fully dressed, she sat primly on a chair, legs crossed, face blank.
“Rain?” I sat on the bed across from her. I had to say something to her. I know I’d hurt her, and that wouldn’t stand.
She looked up. “Ready to go?”
I placed my hand on her knee. “Not yet. We need to talk. Obviously.”
“Nope, we’re good.” She rose stiffly, made a move for the door.
I grabbed her hand, forced her to stand still. “Let’s talk. Me first.” I gestured toward the chair. “Please.”
She sat down but refused to look me in the eyes.
“You’re beautiful. You’re sexy. You’re smart and there is nothing I want more than to make love to you.”
She looked at me then. “Then why—”
I pressed a finger to her lips. They were like satin and I wanted to push my finger between them and feel the wetness of her mouth. But I didn’t.
“I want to take things slow.”
“But we’re leaving soon, and—”
I pressed my finger to her lips again. They were so moist, I wanted to nibble. I shook the image away. “I’m being respectful, Rain.”
“Oh.” Her face turned pink and she sat down. “You think I’m a slut, don’t you?” She covered her eyes with both hands. “You’re only being a gentleman.”
I removed her hands from her eyes and held them in mine. “That’s not what I meant at all. This is more about me than anything.” And that, at least, was the truth. “I don’t want to screw this up. I’m showing you…I need for you to know that this is about more than a physical attraction. What I want from you, it’s not just your body.”
She leaned toward me. “I know that.”
“I know it’s crazy to talk like this since we just met. I just don’t want us to look back on this time as a vacation fling. When we leave the island, I want to see where this goes.”
A smile spread across her face. “I want that too.” Teeth pressed into the flesh of her lips. “How long do you want to wait?”
“Please believe me, there is absolutely nothing more I want than to make love to you.”
Her eyes, a swirl of gold and rust glistened with unshed tears.
Shit.
“I know, but we’re leaving soon and I just want—I mean, I thought…”
I leaned forward and silenced her with my mouth. I touched her hair lightly, stroking it as I kissed her face, her cheeks, her lips.
I burrowed my nose into her neck and inhaled her sweet scent. My tongue trailed a moist line down to her collarbone. My head swam with sensation and all I wanted to do was pick her up, lay her on the bed and peel her clothes away until she was naked. But I didn’t.
I willed my cock to play dead and stood up. “Soon. Very, very soon.”
Chapter Five
She appeared at my door, backlit by the rising sun. At this angle, I could easily see through the white nightie she wore. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I could see the shadow of her nipples through the flimsy material.
Once again, my cock was alert and at the ready. I shifted in my seat, hoping she didn’t notice the tenting action of my pants.
She rubbed her eyes sleepily. “Morning.” She looked slightly confused, probably to see me sitting at the desk and not in bed.
“Good morning,” I said with an enthusiasm I did not feel. I rose to greet her and kissed her on the cheek. “There’s been a change of plans.”
“Oh?” She blinked a few times. “Not going to the Ras Natango gallery?”
I tried to ignore the look of distress changing the alignment of her features and spoke firmly. “Breakfast is on its way,” I smiled at her, “the porter
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