“May I serve?” the butler asked.
I glanced over at Soleil.
She nodded. “I’m starving.”
The butler poured sparkling wine into both of our wine glasses, then filled our water glasses. Once that was done, he placed a hand on each of our cloches. Simultaneously, he raised the sterling-silver-domed lids and revealed our dinner for the night—tacos, black beans and rice, and street corn. No sooner than he lifted the cloches did the string quartet of violin players I hired walk up to the table. Softly, they began to play a very slowed-down version of Madonna’s “La Isla Bonita.”
“If you want to marry me, you should just say that,” she teased.
“I just wanted to commemorate the first day we met. How damn fine you looked . . . the food we ate. I wanted to do it without the bonfire and the crowd. And the way that it endedwith you walking away because Wilcox was talking shit. I wanted a do-over.”
“I appreciate the effort. And just so you know, even though Preston Wilcox got under my skin that day, . . . I still had a good time with you.”
I winked at her, then held out my hands. “Let’s pray so we can eat.”
I blessed the food, and we ate in silence with just the sounds of the ocean waves crashing and the quartet playing Teena Marie’s “Portuguese Love” for a little while.
“This is just so, . . . I don’t know. Surreal. Like, I’m really on a beach in Iredia, having dinner with a Coyotes player on the shore of the ocean.” She shook her head. “If somebody had predicted this a few weeks ago, I would’ve thought they were insane.”
“It’s crazy as hell.” I exhaled roughly. “I ain’t even wanna come here, Sun. Tried my hardest to get out of this trip, only to come and find you. What type of shit is that?”
She leaned across the table toward me. I leaned toward her to close the distance between us. She looked like she was about to speak, but she sat back.
“Come on, mama. Say what you were gonna say.”
“I don’t wanna scare you.” She folded her arms across her chest.
I shook my head. “I don’t scare easy. Speak ya mind.”
She leaned forward again, looking me in the eyes. “It’s been six days.” She held up six fingers. “Six days, and I like you. I really like you.”
“I really like you, too,” I told her.
Later that night in my suite, I tried to show her just how much I liked her. “I don’t get the effect that you have on me, Sun. Six days I’ve been knowing you, and you got my head fucked up.” I sucked her right nipple into my mouth and felt my dick start to grow.
“Are you fallin’ in love with me, Spence?” Her words were playful, teasing, and mocking.
“Something’s happening here, and I don’t really know what it is.” I thrust myself inside of her. Sinking into Soleil was like no feeling I’d ever experienced before. Her pussy was wetter, tighter, warmer, and gushier than any pussy I could ever remember sliding into. The thing that blew my mind—the thing that fucked me up and made me get hard anytime I thought about her—was that her pussy felt like home. When I was buried deep inside her, giving her strokes, whether they were nice and easy or punishing and brutal, her pussy always treated me like it was welcoming me back.
I covered her mouth with mine and kissed her deeply while she wrapped her legs around my back and dragged her fingernails against my shoulder blades.
“I’m so happy I met you,” she moaned breathily.
“Me too, baby,” I gritted out the words from behind clenched teeth.
Her hums and whimpers sounded beautiful in my ears. Her head was thrown back, giving me access to every inch of her sweet neck. I did my best impression of a vampire, biting the shit out of her neck while pumping into her with measured strokes. I moved from her neck to her breasts. I sucked her nipples and cupped handfuls of her ass.
“Right there, baby. Please, right there,” she begged.
I kept my pumps steady until she came apart in my embrace, then I filled the condom, subconsciously wishing that I could keep her long after our time on Iredia ended.
9
SOLEIL
Day Seven
The morning of our last full day on the island dawned warm and bright. We were snuggled against each other on the outdoor sofa of the balcony, wrapped up in the fluffy resort-issued robes that we loved so much. Spencer had ordered protein shakes from the café we’d visited a few days earlier when we went on the run. The bellman had brought them up to us.
