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I snort out a laugh, shaking my head. “You, naked, and in a bed.”
“That’s three things.” I hold up three fingers.
“It all leads to the same thing,” he says, and I don’t answer him because the flight attendant comes over and places a tray of fruit in front of us.
We spend five hours sitting side by side, his hand on my knee doing little circles. His hand then coming up and twirling my hair around his finger. Then dropping the hair to rub my neck with his finger. Whatever it is, he’s always touching me. When the plane finally touches down, I don’t even care where I am. All I want is to rip off my jeans and his jeans and have sex wherever our bodies land.
I walk off the plane, holding the railing with one hand while carrying our jackets in the other. Christopher ducks his head, carrying both of our carry-on bags off. The heat hits me right away, and it smells like ocean air.
“Do you want to know where we are?” he asks as we walk toward the blacked-out SUV waiting for us.
“Nope.” I shake my head. “I don’t care where I am as long as I’m with you.”
“Good answer.” He puts the bags in the SUV’s trunk before turning and grabbing my face.
“I’m not going to lie,” I say breathless. “I want to see the bed, and then we can do everything else after.”
“Really?” He smirks, and I nod. “Then let’s go.”
He opens the back door for me to get in, slapping my ass on the way. “I have another thing on my list,” he states, sliding in next to me, putting his arm around my shoulder, “my palm print on your ass.”
I look around and then back at him. “How mad would you be if, I don’t know, we have sex in the bathroom of the lobby?”
His mouth opens and then closes. “Spread-ass-eagle in the bed, and I’m going to eat you until your juices run down my face.”
“You can’t say things like that to me right now.” I try to move away from him. “For five hours, you were driving me crazy.”
“Five hours,” he repeats, grabbing my hand and putting it on his hard cock through his jeans. “I’ve been in this state for the past week.”
“We’ve had sex four times.” I look at him. “Yeah, and I have the bruises on my ass to prove it.” I roll my lips. “That fucking doorknob gets me every time.” I rub his length. “You shouldn’t do that.” He looks over as the driver gets in. “I was this close”—he puts his thumb and finger together—“from fucking you on the plane.”
“Promises, promises,” I huff, and the driver starts driving. “This drive better be like a ten-minute thing, or else the bed will be the second place we do it.” I intertwine my fingers with his hand hanging off my shoulder. “Also, thank you,” I tell him.
“For all the orgasms?”
“Well, yes.” I laugh. “But for this weekend. Four days alone with you.”
“I wish it was more,” he admits softly, his eyes staring into mine. The vehicle comes to a stop, and I swear I’ve never jumped out faster. Someone waits for us, and he starts shaking Christopher’s hand and then mine. “This way.”
“We don’t need a tour,” Christopher says, sliding his hand in mine and walking as fast as he can, “just the room key.”
“Of course.” He smiles, handing Christopher the cardboard with two keys inside. “We have you in the villa.” I don’t even know what else he says because I swear my ears are buzzing. “Enjoy Turks and Caicos.”
“Oh, I’ve never been here,” I say, and he smirks.
“I know.” He winks at me as we climb into a golf cart that takes us to our villa. Christopher walks up the four steps to the door, scanning the card, and I hear the click.
“Thank you,” he says to the bellhop, who places the bags at the door. I step into the villa, seeing the whole back wall is a view of the ocean. I don’t have a chance to do anything else because the door slams closed, and I look over. “Naked.”
I turn around to face him, pulling my shirt over my head and then unsnapping my bra, before kicking off my shoes and tossing them to the side. I see Christopher doing the same thing as me, the sound of our zippers going down at the same time. “How many rooms is this villa?”
“I have no fucking clue.” He pushes his jeans and boxers down his legs, his thick cock ready for me. “We just need a fucking bed.”
I slip the jeans over my hips, and by the time I’m done, he stands in front of me. His mouth crashes onto mine and he wraps an arm around my waist and hoists me up. My legs wrap around his waist. “You know you can just place me on your cock in this position.”
“Oh, I know. We did this two days ago.”
He walks through the house, and I whisper, “I need you so bad right now.”
