Page 13 of Sun Kissed Moments

“Thank you…” The words died on my lips as I peered at Dane standing on the other side of the door, next to the attendant who’d brought my lunch. Dane wore a frown as his eyes trailed up and down my partially clad body. Forget that he looked good enough to be my lunch; I frowned too.

“What’re you doing here?” I asked. Neither of us paid attention to the attendant, who politely excused himself as he pushed the cart of food into my suite.

“I’ve been callin’ you all mornin’,” Dane drawled.

“Calling me? How the hell did you get my number?”

“You worried about the wrong shit, Justina. I’ve been callin’ you all mornin’. Why the fuck you ain’t answerin’ my calls?”

Confused about who Dane thought he was talking to, I glared at him. “Besides the fact that I never gave you my number, I don’t have to answer your calls, Dane. Who do you think you are?”

“Oh, you don’t have to answer my calls?” he questioned.

“No, I don’t,” I snapped.

Someone cleared their throat, grabbing my attention. The attendant smiled nervously and asked, “Is there anything else I can do for you, Mrs. Richards?”

I balked at him. “Mrs. Richards?”

Looking uncomfortable, he glanced at Dane and chuckled nervously.

“She’s good, bruh. Skedaddle,” Dane ordered. The attendant did just that and scurried out of my suite.

“Dane!” I barked.

Unbothered, he glanced at me and said, “Go put some clothes on. We have plans.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose and laughed humorlessly. “Have you lost your mind?”

“Go get dressed, baby,” he replied.

Hoping it would scare him off and send him running for the hills, I glared at him again. He chuckled and walked past me towards the bedroom.

“Dane,” I called to his back as I followed him. Inside the bedroom, he went into the walk-in closet and began rifling through my clothes. I stood at the door with my hands on my hips, watching this nigga go through my shit like he purchased any of it.

“This is perfect,” he mumbled while holding a green strapless maxi dress. “You showered this morning?”

“Dane?” I questioned him while snatching the dress from his hand. “Do you want me to call security?”

He didn’t care about shit I said as he picked out a pair of sandals for me to wear. Leaving the walk-in closet, he went to the drawer and opened the top one, where he retrieved a pair of lace panties for me.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I told him. “You’ve got five seconds to leave before I—”

“Shh…” Dane cut me off as his hands cupped my face. “Chill, baby. All I need you to do is put some clothes on and follow my lead. I’m tryna have you on my yacht by noontime, so I can eat some fruit off ya stomach.”

In an instant, my abdominal muscles contracted and quivered as if already feeling the glide of his tongue across my skin.

“Can I at least eat my lunch?” I requested as he pecked my lips.

“I’ll feed you on the boat,” he replied as his lips descended on mine again, canceling out any other protests dominating my brain.

Two hours later, I lay with my legs across Dane’s lap on the sundeck of a yacht so lovely its grandeur toppled any vessel I’d ever set foot on. The media hailed The Ma Donna as one of the swankiest yachts in entertainment.

As I lay there with my eyes closed, letting the sun caress my body, I fought the urge to giggle at Dane’s fingertips toying with my belly button. I’d changed an hour ago, donning a purple bikini he so conveniently gifted me. He was bare-chested, giving the sun something serious to love on. I was careful not to allow my hands the pleasure of touching Dane. My guard was already down, and the longer I lay there, the harder it was to fight the thumping between my thighs. It didn’t help that Dane had the greatest R&B hits playing in the background.

“You really planned to hide from me?” Dane questioned.

My response wasn’t quick in coming because he lifted my leg to place a kiss on my knee. The sun’s heat couldn’t compete with the heat of Dane’s seduction.