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"Yes." I answered his question without even pausing to consider the ramifications. Of course I want more mind-blowing sex with Craig. That doesn't mean we're getting back together. This is a vacation fling, right? Or maybe that's just what I'm convincing myself to believe. "Let's go into the bedroom and try screwing each other in a different way."
"Not sure I can come up with something else right now. Pretty sure my brain has melted."
"Mine too." I chew on my lip for a moment, then give up and tell the truth, no matter how embarrassing it might be. "I don't want this to end yet. Let's order a snack from room service and then come up with another way to fuck."
"Sounds perfect."
Craig finds a large sponge on a little shelf and uses that to clean off the paint that remains on my skin. Then I do the same for him. This is another first for us. In our more than three decades of marriage, we had never showered together and certainly never had sex in the shower. Maybe we have both changed. Is that a bad thing? Or a good thing? It's too soon to know.
But a part of me I've been suppressing wants it to be a good thing. I can't stand another heartbreak, though. He threw me away once, and who's to say he won't do it again.
After drying off with a couple of big, plush towels, we return to the bedroom and lie down on the equally plush mattress with the covers pulled back. I've never slept on a bed this comfortable in all my life. The resort really does go all out for their guests. I grab the room service menu from the nightstand drawer and start to browse the menu. But soon, I hear soft snoring emanating from the other side of the bed.
I glance at Craig.
He's asleep, naturally. I should have guessed he would nod off since that was often what happened after we made love back when we were married. We're both older now, so that would make us both more likely to pass out after sex, especially when we fucked like the horniest teenagers on earth. I loved every minute of this night, so I won't complain. But as I watch him sleeping, I get a pang in my chest that I haven't experienced in a long time.
No, I can't be falling for him all over again. I won't risk another heartbreak.
I set the menu on the nightstand and pull the covers over us, crawling under the sheets to lie beside him. No cuddling. I might be experiencing a strange kind of sentimental reaction to our hot time in the bathroom, but I refuse to let him wheedle his way back into my heart so easily. I need to remain circumspect. This was great sex, nothing more. Just a casual fling.
The workout we both got this evening has left me wiped out, though in a good way. I drift off to sleep without even realizing it. When I wake up, the sun is already shining through the patio doors and the full-length windows alongside them. For a moment, I just lie here gazing out at the deep blue sky and the smattering of puffy little clouds that lazily ride the currents high above. The scent of flowers wafts in through the open patio doors. I stretch and sigh, feeling more contented than I have in years.
A sharp snort yanks me out of my reverie.
When I glance at the man beside me, who had produced that snort, he still has his eyes shut and a faint smile on his lips.
I veer my gaze to the ceiling. No, I will not fall for him again. Never.
Chapter Fourteen
Craig
I had the best dream last night, one that involved Vanessa, yet even that dream can't compare to what we did last night. Though I've woken up, I still haven't managed to open my eyes. Memories of last night keep replaying in my mind. The masquerade party had led to the best night of my life, all because Vanessa admitted she wanted to have sex with me. She insisted it wouldn't mean anything, just a fling, but I will never believe that's what she wants.
My ex-wife went down on me. She licked paint off my body. That has to mean something more than a quick way to get off. It's possible I'm a pigheaded moron, but I can't accept that the woman I've known for nearly four decades doesn't have any feelings for me at all. Not after last night.
A throat-clearing yanks me out of my trance.
I open one eye and smile when I see Vanessa lying beside me. Then I open the other eye and finally notice her demeanor. Lips crimped. Hands tightly clasped over her belly. Gaze aimed at the ceiling. I can see one toe tapping beneath the covers too.
"What's wrong?" I ask. "You seem annoyed. Incredible sex is supposed to be relaxing."
"You shouldn't have spent the night."
I yawn and stretch, sighing with more contentment that I've ever felt before. "Come on, Vanessa. You can admit that last night was great. It won't cause the world to tilt off its axis."
She moans and covers her face with her hands. Then she mumbles something I can't understand.
Rolling onto my side, I prop myself up with one elbow and gently peel her fingers away from her eyes. "Tell me why you're panicking."
"Not panicking." She sighs, and her whole body goes limp. "This was supposed to be a one-night stand."
"Who said that? Not me."
"I said it. And I meant it, Craig." She sits up and swings her legs over the side of the bed, giving me her back. "Please go. Our fling is over, so there's no reason for you to stay here in my suite."
"Okay, if that's what you want." I don't want that, and I'm sure she doesn't really want it either. I've known her for too long to believe that. But I should give her time to come to terms with it.
