Come Away With Me (26 page)

God, my man can kiss.

He pulls back and, still holding my face, gazes into my eyes.

“Wow.” I murmur and his face lights up with humor.

“Did you endure that okay?”

“You are really good at that.”

“So are you. Did you bring a dress?”

I blink at the change of subject.

“Yeah, why?”

“I have something planned for dinner.”

“Oh. I was going to take sunset pictures.”

“You still can. Bring the camera along.”

“Okay. When are we leaving?”

“In a half hour.”

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“It’s a surprise, birthday girl.” He smiles and runs his thumb across my lower lip.

“My birthday is over.”

“This is your birthday vacation, so you’re still the birthday girl.” He kisses me chastely, then links my hand with his and leads me inside.

Our hut, although hut is really the wrong word for it, is absolutely breathtaking. It’s really a bungalow over the water. No little hotel hut would be sufficient for my man.

Our space is large, sporting two bedrooms, a large common area and two bathrooms. The bigger of the two bathrooms has a two person tub that sits right out in the open on a deck, with open views of the ocean. In fact, most of the rooms are open to the outside air with beautiful floaty curtains to pull for a little privacy. The floors are dark wood, but there are glass openings in most of the rooms so you can look down at the fish below.

The furnishings are plush, expensive and inviting. The master bed is large with soft white sheets, duvet and pillows. The common area has plenty of color; oranges, yellows and reds. It’s truly beautiful.

“Have you been here before?” I ask as I pull out my dress and heels.

“No, first time. You won’t need the heels.”

“Oh, okay. Flip flops?”

“Yeah.”

“Are we going somewhere in the sand?”

He smiles and winks.
Okay, not gonna tell me.

“Are you going to change?”

He pulls on a white short sleeved button down shirt and leaves it unbuttoned. “There, all changed.”

I laugh and reach behind me to pull the strings on my bikini, letting it fall in my hands. Looking down, I do the same to the bottoms. I walk naked to the dresser and reach in for a thong.

“No underwear.” I turn and gape at him. His eyes are smoldering.

“But…”

“No. Underwear.”

Jeez. He’s so bossy. And I like it.

Weird.

“Okay.” I pull the black tank dress over my head and smooth it in place and slip my feet in my black flip flops. I run my brush through my hair vigorously then tie it in a simple braid down the left side so it rests over my left breast. I brush on a light coat of mascara and turn around to find Luke watching me, his expression unreadable.

“I’m ready.”

He shakes his head as if pulling his thoughts together and smiles at me tenderly. “Let’s go.”

***

“So what has been your favorite part of our trip so far?” I ask Luke as I take a bite of my steak. He’s surprised me with dinner, in the water on a private tiny island. The resort boated us over, where the small table was already set with our meals and drinks, the table and chairs sitting in the shallow, perfectly clear water on pure white sand.

This almost rivals the vineyard on the romance scale.

“Snorkeling today was fun.” He takes a sip of wine and shrugs. “My favorite part is being here with you.”

I shake my head and smile.

“Charming.”

He laughs and continues with his meal. “How about you? Favorite part?”

“I also enjoyed the snorkeling today.

The manta rays were incredible. But I really enjoyed exploring the town yesterday too. Thank you again for the anklet.”

“It’s beautiful on you.”

“What are we doing tomorrow?” I ask. I’m moving my feet around in the water, back and forth. It feels good between my toes.

“I seem to remember you saying something about spending a whole day in bed.”

“Oh.” My eyes go wide.

“Tomorrow is the half way mark of the trip, seems like a good time.” He raises an eyebrow at me and I grin.

“Skinny dipping! We can scare the fish.”

“And our neighbors.” He smirks.

“Nah, the back of our room is secluded. I already checked.”

He looks up at me, startled, and then breaks out into laughter. I smile smugly back at him and drink my wine.

“This is beautiful.” I look out over the water and sigh. The sun is starting to set, and we’ve finished our meal. “Do you mind if I snap some pictures?”

“Go ahead, baby.” He pours himself another glass of wine and sits back to watch me. I sling my camera strap around my neck – I wouldn’t want to drop it in the water – and stand up, wading through the shallow water. It’s warm around my ankles, the sand is soft, and the light is perfect.

I take about a hundred shots, of the water, the trees and of the tiny island itself. It’s something out of a tropical island calendar. Then I turn the lens to my relaxed boyfriend and take a few shots without him seeing me. He’s looking down at his wine, his expression thoughtful. He glances up at me and gives me that sexy half smile, and he’s perfection. Open white shirt, black shorts, blonde hair and golden skin, sitting casually at a romantic table set for two with a single red rose in a vase.

The sight is devastating.

Suddenly, he stands and walks toward me through the water and takes the camera from me. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me to his side, turning the lens toward us and snaps a picture of the two of us together.

For the past three days, when we were out, if I had my camera with me he would ask someone to take a photo of the two of us together.

Yes, we are capturing lots of memories, and it makes me smile.

He places the strap back around my neck and kisses my forehead.

“Thank you for dinner. It was delicious, and romantic.”

“My pleasure.”

“When are we being picked up?” I run my hands up and down his chest, under his open shirt.

“In about twenty minutes.”

“Okay, let’s go for a walk around the island. It’s small, it should only take about ten minutes.”

“Let’s go.” He links his fingers through mine and we set off, wading through the ankle-deep water.

When we make it back to the table, our ride to the hut is pulling up. We board the small boat and set off across the darkening water.

***

I wake to the sun across my face and no covers over my naked body. Luke’s face is between my legs.

“Holy shit!” I come up off the bed, bracing myself on my elbows, and gaze in pure shock at Luke tilting my hips up so he can bury his face in my pussy, licking and teasing my clit.

“Good morning, baby,” he whispers against my core and blows on that most sensitive spot.

“Oh my God,” is all I can say as I collapse back down on the bed. I feel his grin and he slips two fingers inside me, making a ‘come here’ motion and light erupts through me.

Holy Fuck.

I bear down and come violently as he continues to suck on my clit and rock those fingers around inside me, my muscles shuddering around him. Finally he kisses my tattoo gently and works his magic all the way up my torso until he’s lying next to me, brushing my hair off my face.

“Good morning,” I murmur. “Not a bad way to wake up.”

“I’m glad you approve.” He kisses me and I taste myself on him and it ignites my libido all over again.

Surprising him, I grip his shoulders and push him back on the bed, lying on top of him and resting my pulsating sex on his hard cock. Playing his own game, I link my fingers in his and push our hands up to the sides of his head and hold him down.

“What are you going to do with me?”

he grins, his eyes shining with desire. I roll my hips on him and he exhales sharply.

“Well,” I bend down and bite his neck softly, then lave it with my tongue.

“After that fantastic wake-up call, I think I’ll fuck you.”

“Is that right?” He pushes against my hands, but I hold him down with all my might. We both know he could easily break my hold, but he plays along. “I’m not stopping you, baby.”

I lean forward until I feel the tip of his cock against my lips and then I sink down on him until he’s completely buried in me.

“Fuck,”

he

whispers

between

clenched teeth.

“You feel so good.”

I start to rock, slow and shallow, back and forth, taunting and teasing him. With each downward motion I clench my muscles around him, then let go as I rock back up. I gently sweep my lips across his and tease the tip of his nose with mine.

Just when I think he’s ready to come I stop and loosen my muscles.

“Oh, you are such a tease. I should spank you.”

“I have your hands.” I reply and start to rock again.

“So you do.” His eyes close and he bites his lip as I increase the tempo and the pleasure is just too much. I let go of his hands and sit up, riding him fast and hard.

“Grab on to the bed frame.” I love being the boss, and his eyes dilate even more. He complies.

Suddenly I roll off him and grip him in my hand, and take him deep into my mouth, sucking hard.

“Holy fuck!” He grips my head but I pull out of his grasp and glare at him.

“On. The. Bedframe.”

He smiles and complies and I resume the sweet torture, licking my sweetness off him, moving my hands up and down the hardness, and he erupts in my mouth.

As he calms I kiss my way up his body, reveling in his sculpted stomach, teasing his belly button with my teeth. I run my fingertips up his sides and he squirms and laughs. I kiss his neck, his chin and finally place a chaste kiss on his mouth.

“Turnabout is fair play,” I whisper his words from yesterday back to him and he groans.

“Jesus, Nat, you’re going to kill me.”

“Ah, but what a way to go.”

He laughs and kisses me tenderly, then abruptly stands up and pulls me with him, throwing me over his naked shoulder.

“I have the best view of your ass right now, my love.” I give it a little slap and he returns the favor on my own ass.

“Where are we going?”

“Skinny dipping!” He jogs –
jogs!
–with me over his shoulder out to the deck and down the steps that lead to the water, and just tosses me right in.

I hit the warm surface with a loud splash and come up sputtering. It’s not too deep, only about six feet, and as I push the wet hair off my face, I see Luke dive in head-first. He gracefully swims to me and I can’t help but admire the way his back muscles move.

“Hi,” I smile shyly when he surfaces before me and wrap my arms and legs around him.

“Hi.” He grins and plants his hands on my waist, then throws me through the air to land back in the water.

Oh, we’re going to play! Naked!

I squeal when I surface and splash him and he splashes me back with a laugh.

He swims for me again and I try to quickly escape, but he catches me and tosses me again.

“Are you trying to drown me?”

“Maybe I want to do some mouth-to-mouth.”

“You don’t have to kill me to do that!

I’m a sure bet.” I giggle and splash him again, enjoying the way his naked body looks in the clear water, reflecting in his perfectly blue eyes.

“God, you look beautiful right now,”

he says.

“I was just thinking the same thing.” I swim to him and wrap myself around him again.

“I enjoy playing with you,” he says and kisses my nose.

“Me too. In and out of bed.” I smile sassily and he bites his lip.

“I have to say, this morning was a first for me.”

“A good first, or a bad first?” I run my fingers through his wet hair, loving the way our naked bodies feel twined together in the warm pacific.

“Definitely good, although I have to admit, I prefer being in control.”

“Well, variety is the spice of life. I like to surprise you every once in a while.” I kiss his chin and he chuckles.

“No complaints here, baby.”

“Hmm… good.”

He lifts my hips and surprises me by slipping inside me. I lean my forehead against his as he stills, filling me.

“I love you.”

“Oh baby, I love you too. Let’s frighten the fish.”

It’s our last morning in our tropical paradise, and I purposely wake extra early to make sure I’m up before Luke.

He’s done so much for me this week –hell, this month – and I just have to do something special for him before we go back home to reality. Not that reality is all that bad, it’s just been bliss to have him all to myself this week.

After our Naked Day, as it will forever be known in my head, Luke surprised me with a shark feeding trip, which before this vacation I would have assumed would include me as the menu, but turned out to be one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life. I’ll never forget standing in waist-deep warm water with dozens of docile sharks floating around us to take the food from our hands.

Yesterday was spent getting romantic spa treatments for two. I’ve been to the spa more in the past two weeks that I have in the past two years.

I’m not complaining.

But today is our last day. I poke my head back in the bedroom to make sure he’s still sleeping, and then go wait on the steps leading to the water below the bungalow for our breakfast to be delivered by canoe. I set the food and coffee on a tray and go into the bedroom.

After placing the delicious smelling foods on the ottoman at the end of the bed, I climb up Luke’s body and kiss his lips.

“Luke, honey, wake up.” I nibble his lips and kiss over to his neck as he shifts beneath me.

“’Mornin’” he mumbles.

“Good morning, love. Wake up. I have something for you.”

He runs his hand down my back and frowns. “Hard to make love when you’re dressed, baby.”

I laugh as he opens those sexy blue eyes. “That’s not what I have for you.”

I get up off him and walk to the end of the bed as he sits up, the sheet pooling in his lap, and runs his hands over his face and through his hair. His morning stubble is impossibly sexy.

“Breakfast!” I set the tray on the bed between us and pull the silver dome lid off the plate. There are large helpings of pancakes, bacon, eggs and fruit. On the side is a carafe of coffee and two mugs.