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“I was hoping you might help me find out,” he murmured distractedly.
Daringly, I leaned forward, making sure he could see down the front of my dress.
“What would you do?” I whispered. “If you had me up in that bedroom?”
A twinge of guilt moved through my chest, but I shoved it aside. I was loose with vodka, feeling free of my former life back home, and honestly sick of carrying around the constant guilt. There was nothing shameful about having desires. I’d just had it ground into my head for twenty-one years that sex was a terrible thing. It was muscle memory at this point.
He cocked his head, black gaze flaring.
“You like having your pussy eaten, princess?” he said, a huskiness to his voice that made me want him more.
Flushing, I nodded just enough for him to make out the movement. In reality, I had no idea if I liked it or not, but it sounded nice. In fact, it sounded like heaven to just lie back and have a sexy, dark haired stranger put his mouth between my legs and use his tongue to spoil me.
He stood in one fluid movement and held out his hand, palm up. My eyes traced over the callouses, wondering how he got them. He looked wealthy, he had that casually rich look about him, but he also looked like he didn’t mind getting his hands dirty.
I laid my fingers in his and stood. Without speaking, he set a hundred dollar bill down on the table even though we hadn’t been served our food yet, and gently ushered me across the room.
“I’m a bit hungry,” I murmured, as we stepped into the foyer.
He glanced back. “I’ll order something up to my room.”
We turned and began walking up the stone hallway to the highest level of the resort. The sun had set and the sky was crystal clear overhead. Stars dotted the velvet blue and the ocean washed back and forth against the pale sand. Everything felt still and peaceful except the pounding, wet heartbeat between my thighs.
“There’s something,” I said, hesitating. My teeth began gnawing at my lower lip.
He turned, his face gentle. “Are you okay?”
“I just wanted to…I’m not…I don’t want to sleep with you,” I managed.
His brows moved together, confusion flickering across his face. “Alright…can you clarify what you mean?”
I looked up at him and everything hit me at once. How tall he was, towering over me, how velvety and gorgeous his dark eyes were, how his hair—a little longer on top—had fallen over his forehead in the sexiest way. How he smelled faintly like sandalwood and how there was a single trickle of sweat down his neck to his collarbones.
To a thin chain draped around his neck.
A scapular? No…he was wearing a religious medal with a crucifix engraved into it. I stared at his chest, squinting to try and see through his white button up. His gaze traveled down.
“Are you Catholic?” I asked.
He shrugged. “I’m…it’s a cultural thing. I’m Italian and everyone around me is, but clearly I prefer going down on my knees for other things, princess.”
I barely heard him. Inside, my chest was a battle of shame and desire. My eyes kept bouncing back to that medal around his neck. The problem was, it was hanging against his firm chest, speckled with just the right amount of dark hair. I chewed my lip. Was it really so bad just to mess around?
I’d done it before. It wasn’t like this was my first time.
My brain clung to that reasoning. The damage was already done when it came to using fingers and tongues. I’d already given a blowjob, I already had that mark on my record. So if I did somehow change my mind and regret it, I could go back to confession and it wouldn’t be that embarrassing.
I was aware my reasoning was faulty. But I didn’t care anymore.
“I don’t want sex,” I said quickly, my voice rushed. “But I want oral.”
He cocked his head, the corner of his mouth tugging up. “Oh?” he said in that silky, deep voice.
He took a step closer and I took a step back and we were against the cold stone wall. Behind us the ocean rushed softly and a nightbird twittered. He bent and his mouth hovered an inch from mine. I could smell sandalwood, mixed with the salty breeze. The scent of vodka on his breath edged the air with giddy desire.
“I’ll bet you taste like heaven,” he murmured.
My hands clenched together behind my back. His black eyes were so close I was drowning in them. A pool of still water in the night, bottomless and beautiful. He leaned in and my lashes closed. Then his mouth was on mine and I couldn’t stifle the moan that rose in my throat.
