So, having some time to reconnect before everyone else arrives is just what we need. He might want to see me in a bikini, but I’ve got bigger plans. We get to spend a day together, just the two of us, in paradise, and I plan on enjoying every second of it. I want to dance in the waves of Seven Mile Beach, drive up to Starfish Point, and visit the sea turtle sanctuary. I want to eat the local delicacy of conch fritters and drink Caribbean rum.
And I want to take my soon-to-be husband to bed and show him just how much I’ve missed him lately.
Then, starting tomorrow, we get seven days with all of our closest friends, in a place that rivals heaven. I get to marry my soulmate and have a vacation that a few years ago, I wouldn’t have even let myself fantasize about.
When Wyatt, Paige’s fiancé — a verified billionaire and the only one of us to have ever traveled to someplace like this before — first suggested a small resort on the middle-sized Cayman Island as a possible venue, I was hooked. Cayman Brac is quiet, not as popular with the tourists as Grand Cayman, but just as beautiful from what I saw in photos. It’s more rugged, but full of quiet charm.
It’s the perfect place to tell the man I love that I promise to love him always and forever.
Chapter two
Ethan
“Holy crap, lumberjack, what is this?” Summer exclaims as she walks past me into the expansive suite I booked for us at the beachfront hotel. She was expecting an average hotel room since we’re only here for one night, but I upgraded us to an ocean view suite in secret. How could I not? I would give this woman the fucking world if I could, so a fancy hotel room for our wedding is nothing.
“I think they call it the honeymoon suite,” I reply, leaning against the wall beside the door, watching her explore. She bounces on the bed, flashing me a mischievous grin. But as I push off and start to go to her, she stands up and dances over to the large glass doors that open onto our private deck. It looks straight out onto a stretch of golden sand and the sparkling water of the Caribbean Sea beyond.
“Ethan, this is insane.” I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, resting my chin on her head.
“Do you like it?”
Summer pivots in my arms and laces her hands behind my neck. “I love it.”
Bending down slightly, I kiss her forehead. “Then that’s all that matters.” My lips move down to cover hers. I could kiss Summer for hours on end, and I have. Time ceases to matter when we’re together.
Her fingers rake through my hair and I growl into her mouth, pulling her closer. Then I bend slightly and lift her up into my arms, pivot, and walk over to the bed before lowering her down onto it.
“I know I said I want to see you in that bikini, but I want to see you in something else first.”
She props herself up on her elbows and smirks up at me. “And what would that be?”
“Nothing at all.”
I grab the hem of her shorts and yank them down as she shrieks with laughter, making me grin in return. Our clothes are off seconds later, and Summer’s pushing me to roll over, then straddling my waist, letting her nails scratch lightly down my chest as my aching cock is trapped between us.
“If you’re keeping me from exploring that beach, you had better make it worth my while, lumberjack.”
Her sexy wink is all the motivation I need. Grabbing her hips, I haul her up my body until her hands fall to the wall above the headboard. “Have I ever let you down in bed, shorty?” I say, my thumbs teasing the inner creases of her hips, now perfectly positioned in front of my face. She shakes her head, her hips already starting to move impatiently. I lift my head slightly and press a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the top of her mound. “Then don’t worry.”
My tongue circles around her clit before sliding down her slit.
“Ethan,” she moans, one hand finding its way onto the back of my head. I rumble in response and pull her sweetness in closer to my face. We’ve done this enough times I know exactly what it’ll take to send her flying, and I don’t waste any time.
There are bikinis to be worn, after all.
When her body stops quaking and convulsing above my head, I wrap my arms around Summer and maneuver us so she’s underneath me. Her eyes are closed and she’s still breathing heavily, but the satisfied smile on her face is all I care about.
“Still with me?” I ask, peppering her breasts with kisses. She giggles when my scruff hits a ticklish spot.
“Yup.”
“Good. My turn. It’s been forty-eight hours since I had you and I’m in withdrawal.”
Summer makes an adorable snorting noise, but I slide my cock into her heat, morphing that sound into a moan of pleasure.
“That’s better,” I rasp, slowly pumping my hips in shallow thrusts. “Fuck, babe, I love you.”
“More,” she moans, and my body responds instantly. Lifting her legs up and propping them on my shoulders, I change the angle of my movements in a way that I know will drive Summer wild. Sure enough, she starts to keen out my name, her nails digging into my back.
