The One Addicted (25 page)

“Thank you for bringing me here. I wouldn’t want to be here with anyone else.”

“Me either, baby. The days are going by too fast already but you really need to stop thanking me, well with words, anyway.”

I kiss the hand he’s reached over his shoulder and press my breasts into his back, holding on to his waist. I love this man so much.

“I love your smell.”

“I love having your body against mine. I wish we could stay like this forever.”

“Me too.” Just hearing his breath against my ear, sends shivers down my spine - we really are in a sun-drenched paradise.

Seb stands and holds his hand out to me. “Come, let’s go for a stroll along the beach. It’s almost time to go in and get ready before dinner - we could go to one of the resort bars if you fancy afterwards?”

We could, but all I want to do is keep him for myself. Maybe tomorrow night.
 

“Would you mind if we just ordered in and chilled?”

“Not at all - what are you thinking - a movie, cards, strip poker?” I glimpse a flash of his white teeth and reach up to stroke his lightly-stubbled face.

“Nah-ah, I was thinking more along the lines of eating
 
chinese, naked in bed.”

“Sounds perfect - throw in a beer with that and you’re the perfect woman.”

We pad down to the beach, hand in hand, plonking ourselves down on the wet sand, as we near the tide, the surf, swirling around us and on a whim, I straddle my gorgeous man, clasping my hands around his head and pressing my lips to his.
 

I kiss him with every ounce of passion I have in me, the love I have for him spilling out and into the waves gently rippling over our legs. I seek his tongue and moan when we meet, duelling and sliding in and out of each other’s mouths sensuously. We are alone on our desert beach and I want him, but for me, the moment is more about the kiss. It is desperate, soul-wrenching, honest and so reciprocated -
I know he feels the same - he’s just taking a little longer to come to that conclusion himself.
 

As we head in for the night, I’m warmed by the everyday touches that continue to surprise me within the Villa. Our Master-suite now has a beautiful sprinkling of petals across the
 
huge bed in the shape of a heart - they’d not been there before we’d left to sunbathe for the afternoon - Mohammed must have worked his magic once again. The place was seriously set for romance - it would be a wonderful setting for a honeymoon.
 

Sebastian disappears to organise our food and get drinks and I take a minute to look around, noticing candles in abundance, and a deep bath running, with more petals floating on top of the expanding bubbles. With the lights dimmed, I can see the water beneath the glass bath and the fish swimming, brightly coloured and exotic. This place was made for lovers and had been designed by a master.

I flick a playlist on and Lana Del Rey’s sexy voice filters through the speakers, as she blast out the beginnings to Young and Beautiful - I lurve this song. I strip and climb into the sunken bath, stopping the taps and allow my body to sink into the fragranced water, washing myself and my hair before luxuriating in the weightless sensation. I close my eyes for a second, enjoying the music, the setting, my happiness - it all felt so relaxing.

I awake to Seb’s voice calling me…. As though I’m in a dream. “Lu, baby the water’s getting cold. Let’s get you out.”

I sit up, the water sliding around and baring my breasts to him. His eyes drop to my nipples immediately and I smile. “How long was I out?”

“Not long, I kept an eye on you to make sure you didn’t drown.”

“Cheers - I think!” I laugh. “Sorry it’s this sea air.”

I stand, rivulets of water pouring from my body and brazenly step out of the bath, with Seb, watching from his position on the bed, a hooded expression giving away his lust for me and I take full advantage. “Will you pass me a towel?”

“Of course, my lady.”
 

He’s at my side in seconds, wrapping one around me, and another round my hair, patting me dry and rubbing me down my legs, my arms, my back and then at my behind, slowly and intimately, his eyes locked permanently on mine. Finally, he brushes the soft cotton towel, between my thighs, back and forth and rubs me across my pussy; I open wider, as the friction he creates becomes almost celestial.

I’d hoped to be the one to tantalise him.

“You always know how to turn me on - where to touch me…I don’t know what I’d do without you, baby?”

He winks at me, kissing the end of my nose. “Don’t worry, I’d buy you a nice big vibrator.”

“You cheeky bugger - I’m dry now, thank you.”

I allow the towel to drop, along with his jaw, as I walk directly to our joint dresser where my underwear is housed and select a pretty white lacy thong. Then bending down to touch my toes, with my bottom in perfect eye-line to him, I stretch deliciously, ensuring he gets a good view of my wet, aroused slit, before I slip the thong over one foot… but I don’t make it to the next foot as my sharp intake of breath interrupts me; I’m suddenly weightless again, and in his arms and being placed on the bed before I can catch my breath - his lips on the hollow of my neck and my hand on his pecs.

“You can’t walk around naked unless you’re prepared for the consequences.”

I moan, as his tongue finds my nipple, the air conditioning blowing a seductive breeze across me. “Which are what, Mr. Silver?”

“I’m going to have to make love to you - all night long.”

“Oh well, I’d better go get some clothes on then..” I try to sit up
 
laughing as he grabs me and straddles me.
 

“Not a bloody chance - you are mine and I want you… badly…now!”

I melt and we kiss; his hands are in my wet hair, I can’t get enough of him as we nibble and bite at one another’s shoulders, necks and chest.
 

My insides tighten and my bits awaken, as I look at this beautiful man, astride me, his powerful body ready to invade mine and join us - connect us in that way that I only ever want to share with him.
 

He holds my head, still forcing me to look into his eyes, as we pant, our breaths coming hard and fast, so turned on. “
This,
what we have together is special, Lu.”

I reach up to caress his jaw. “I know, baby - I can’t breathe sometimes - it worries me how good it is.”

He kisses me again. A slow burner that makes my cervix ache and thighs part. “This is home to me, baby.”

He is my home. I know that too.

“Come inside, but don’t forget to wipe your feet on the mat.”

His deep booming laugh, is almost as intimate as the words we’d just shared and I smile up at him, scrunching my nose in the ‘
Elizabeth’
twitch he loved so much.
 

“That’s what I love about you, Lu, about us - we are hot together, but you always make me laugh and, baby that’s priceless in my book. Now come here and let me make love to you, before our Chinese arrives and you abandon me for your real love, leaving me rejected and horny, whilst you suck on noodles instead of my cock.

*****

Mr. Probz musical hit, Waves, surrounds me as I sunbathe happily, the next day, on the plush lounger, overlooking the azure sea.
God this place was heaven - truly magnificent.
I’m the most relaxed I’ve been in well… forever and enjoying the expert storytelling of a new author I’d found on the kindle shop on the flight out. The book was fast paced and extremely saucy, just how I liked it - with an arrogant, controlling and gorgeous alpha male that I could totally relate to.
 

The sound of the surf slapping against the decking, is wonderful and the view, out of this world. I raise a hand to cover my eyes and survey the turquoise blue water, twinkling invitingly, like its body is scattered with diamonds - whilst the sun beats down, sizzling my skin and bronzing it in all the right places - thank goodness I had an olive complexion. Only two days in and I wouldn’t need a spray tan for the Jannah Hotel party.

My mind flips to that - I have’t got a clue what I’m going to wear. Abby and Nathan are arriving in Dubai the day before we land, and I’m hoping that we will be able to do some much needed catching up, whilst girly shopping. I fancy something gold - I think Dubai calls for gold. Sparkly. Short?

I wonder who else would be at the party? I wish my sister and brother-in-law could have joined us but he has a major IT deal coming together this week and Suzie is still feeling incredibly nauseous with her pregnancy.
 

Finn would have loved it here too - but it wasn’t the place for children - it was a place for couples. Couples with nothing but sex, sleep, sunbathing and more sex on their mind. My mum and dad had him… again but at least Niall was stepping up and assisting for the weekend. I felt so guilty lying around sunbathing whilst my parents cared for my son but then I remind myself that he is at crèche in the day and they were more than happy for me to go away on ‘business’ especially as Sebastian had asked them first and they actually knew that we really stopped off here first. No wonder my mum had come and fussed over my suitcase and what I was taking. They’d been so pleased with the knowledge that we were taking it to the next level; I think they’d have agreed to anything Seb asked of them.

When I return, Finn and I would spend some much-needed time together and I’m hoping Seb too. Finn would love that. Our weekend at The Ashton had been amazing, we’d been like a little family and Finn and Seb had been inseparable. Maybe we could all go away for the weekend together - get one of those cottages in the Lakes and take him fishing again. I shake my head vehemently - I need to stop thinking about my little boy. I’m missing him terribly, the second I stop and think about him back at home and make a mental note to FaceTime him later that night.

Lying back onto the navy striped cushions I adjust my bikini, bend one knee and close my eyes to the rays. There was something about the sun that made me feel horny. Maybe it was the distinct lack of clothing or the kiss of the hot rays caressing my body - either way I am on fire. I feel decadent, sexy and completely pampered.

I need a scrummy Mr. Silver to come factor 8 me up.

He’d gone scuba diving earlier and I’d declined the offer of accompanying him. I knew I’d be missing out on an amazing opportunity and would have loved to view the ocean depths and its brightly coloured creatures close-up but there was no way I would ever have dipped my head under the water, let alone encased it in a claustrophobic diving mask and I didn’t want to ruin the opportunity for him - he lurved diving! My ex, Niall would never have been as understanding - hadn’t been in fact, during one of the few times we’d travelled abroad together. Sebastian had just kissed my nose, patted my bum and told me to rest, before whispering in my ear, all the dirty reasons why I need to preserve my energy.

Those words are playing on my mind now and causing shivers of anticipation over my skin. We’d done nothing but appreciate one another’s bodies since arriving and still it was never enough. I still can’t look at the outdoor shower without blushing. The burn was not dissipating- it’s ferocity was throbbing harder and faster at every turn.

It was no good; I can’t relax any longer.
 

I place my kindle down under the sun lounger, and stretch like a cat, before sitting up and taking a sip of the cool glass of lemonade, recently delivered by our butler - how spoilt am I?
Who had butlers these days?
When you are travelling with Sebastian Silver they came as part of the package and I’m fast beginning to become accustomed to it.
Me likey a lot!
(I smile at our in-house Dumb & Dumber joke - that film seriously provided endless witty anecdotes).
 

   
I sip more of my mocktail through the purple glass straw and nibble on the lime wedge, nestling on the edge of the tumbler and check my phone’s not too hot in its hidey-hole under the sun-bed, before noticing that I’ve received a email. It’s from Jackie at the office…