He kissed my forehead. “Now, close your eyes.”
My heart raced but I closed them.
“My Evvie. So beautiful. So perfect.” His hand brushed down my spine before he grabbed my wrists, pulling them behind my back. “We’ll start out slow but I promise you, by the end of these two weeks, you will hate the word ‘anticipation’.”
***
As Brett and I walked hand in hand around the resort, I couldn’t help thinking back to only an hour before. My skin tingled. My core building with pent up frustration of epic proportions. Anticipation. Yup. Already hated the word. Not letting me have a release of any kind as he got me so worked up, I could have punched him.
“How are you feeling?” Brett whispered in my ear.
I growled and shoved him playfully.
He chuckled. “I told you, you will hate the word.”
“I already do,” I mumbled.
“Good. When I let you come, it will be the biggest orgasm you’ve ever had. Just think about that, Evvie,” he said, grabbing my hand.
I sighed. To think that he had that much control over my body left me breathless.
He pulled me beside him and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. We toured the resort. It was small but perfect. Intimate. The warm afternoon air washed over my skin and although I tried to focus on the grounds before us, I couldn’t help but wonder what Brett had in store for me later.
“I will fuck you into submission.”
My body heated. Out of all the erotic words he said to me, that was the hottest. I craved it. His touch, his body, his love. I couldn’t get enough. I was addicted now more than I was an hour ago.
“You have got to be fucking shitting me.”
I frowned at the harsh tone of Brett’s voice and followed his gaze. My eyes widened when they landed on the douche from the plane.
The guy glanced our way and waved, a wide grin spreading on his face as he continued chatting with some people at the bar.
I gripped Brett’s hand. “Let’s go.”
Brett didn’t move, his jaw tensing as he glared hard at the other man.
“Brett, I’m hungry.”
He looked down at me and placed a hard kiss on my lips before wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
I sighed knowing the kiss was a claiming of sorts. Brett and his intense alpha cave man side were going to get him into trouble one of these days. It was only a matter of when.
***
“Brett, will you stop looking at him like you want to gouge his eye balls out with a spoon,” I said, taking a sip of my beer.
Brett scrubbed a hand down his face and turned to me. “I don’t like the way he looks at you.”
I scoffed. “You don’t like the way anyone looks at me.”
He grunted in response.
I moved from my spot on the couch across from him and sat beside him, placing my feet in his lap. “Foot massage?” I asked, kicking off my flip flops and wiggled my toes.
He smiled and wrapped his hands around my feet. “You always know how to calm me.”
I leaned my head against the back of the patio couch and sighed. I knew that touching my skin helped him. I didn’t know how deep down that went or what caused that but I didn’t ask. I would always help him in any way I could.
My fingers lazily grazed through the hair at his nape. Only being in Mexico for two days, Brett had already gotten some color in his cheeks. I, on the other hand, would burn and I needed to apply the sun screen like it was a second layer of skin.
His thumbs pushed into the arches of my foot and I jumped. A hot tingle shot up my body. “We need to keep your skin protected this week.”
“Hmm…”
He looked down at me and chuckled. “The only thing that is going to be making your body pink is me.”
The back of my neck heated. “Jealous of the sun, lover boy?” I asked, stifling a yawn and moved my feet from his lap.
“Yes. I’m jealous of anything that touches you,” he said, cupping my calf.
I would have laughed if I knew he wasn’t joking. While his fingers continued to massage me, I took in my surroundings before noticing a young couple about our age standing by the bar.
The woman, average height and slender had a nice dark tan. The man she was with was pale like me but still had a glow from the sun. The woman threw her head back and laughed, a loud boisterous sound escaping her lips.
I smiled.
“What’s so funny?” Brett asked, brushing the back of his knuckles down my cheek.
My heart lifted. “Just watching the couple by the bar.”
He followed my gaze. “They’re deep in love.”
I nodded. The woman tilted her chin when the man placed a soft kiss on her lips. She grinned and looked our way. Her blue eyes twinkled and she gave a little wave.