True Colours:The You Don't Know Me Trilogy Book 2(49)

'I'm not going to last long,' I warn him, only too aware of the growing tension inside.

'And you think I am?'

He switches up the tempo, punching into me with quick, deep movements  that hit the back of my vagina, and even though I'm the one on top, I  know he's gradually taking over. With a dishevelled heart rate and a  rampaging pulse, I struggle to suck in a decent breath. I'm pretty sure  that I'm about to pass out when a fizzling sensation erupts deep inside.  The grip tightens on my buttocks. I watch as his pupils dilate and his  lips part. Overcome by the moment, he takes a handful of my hair,  tugging me in for a ferocious kiss. He jolts and thrusts, one final  time, groaning into my mouth as we come together.         

     



 

'Fucking hell,' he gasps, still twitching inside. 'Paradise just got better.'

Exhausted and contented beyond belief, I crumble into his arms,  conscious of the fact that bodily fluids are already beginning to obey  the laws of gravity. If we're not careful, we're going to ruin one hell  of an expensive sunbed. I'd get up and avoid the impending mess, but I  can't move. An arm is locked around my back.

'I'm going to bring you back here every summer and fuck you on this thing,' he breathes into my ear.

'This one? Not the other one?'

With a laugh, he releases me.

'Definitely this one.' He smiles lazily. 'I'll make a notch on it.'

'I'm hot.' I blow a strand of hair out of my eyes.

'Then it's time for that swim.'

Gently prompting me to move, he sits up. I struggle to my feet, face the  ocean  …  and stall. It's calm, inviting, glorious, but I can't remember  the last time I swam in the sea. And anyway, every single time I've ever  taken a dip in salt water, it's always been in England. Here, I simply  have no idea what's lurking in the depths.

I feel an arm around my waist.

'Tell me you can swim.'

'Yes.' I bristle. Really? Does he think I'm that hopeless? 'But aren't there sharks?'

I look up to find amusement in his eyes.

'Yes.'

'Then I can't ...'

He raises a hand, halting me in my tracks.

'Bermuda's surrounded by a reef. The sharks hardly ever come in. There's  never been a shark fatality here. You're perfectly safe.'

'You could have just told me there weren't any.'

'And lie to you?' He clasps my hand. 'Come on. Remember what Bill said. You need to face your fears head on.'

He leads me into the water, one step at a time, keeping hold of my hand,  smiling in reassurance. It deepens quickly and before long I'm up to my  waist, surprised at how warm the water is, how quickly I get used to  it. But still  …

'I could be the first fatality,' I splurt.

'Relax. Sperm's a natural shark repellent.'

'Is it?'

He laughs, urging me further. When I'm up to my breasts, I look back at  the deserted shore, hardly aware that his hand has left mine. Jesus, we  could both be eaten now and nobody would know about it for hours. I hear  a splash, turn quickly and find him treading water.

'Come on, Maya.' He grins. 'You might as well.'

'Yeah.' I nod frantically.

And that's when it happens. In an act of pure lunacy, my brain flicks a  switch and hurls me into reckless mode. Almost panicking, but not quite,  I take the plunge, swimming off towards the entrance to the cove.

'Sod the sharks,' I shout. 'Bollocks to the sharks! They're not eating me.'

I swim on, hearing the smash of water by my side as Dan overtakes me,  showing off with a front crawl. There's no way I can match that.  Instead, I decide to carry on with my lady-like breaststroke, watching  as he finally realises that he's left me behind and comes to a halt,  treading water until I catch up.

'Further?' he asks.

'Out there?'

I squint and gulp, accidentally swallowing a mouthful of salty water.

'It's perfectly safe. I've swum to it before.'

'Okay.' My heart beat jitters, but I'm determined to meet the challenge. 'Let's do it.'

He stays by my side now, sometimes on his back, sometimes slipping into a  sedate breast stroke, watching me constantly and smiling his  encouragement as we swim. It doesn't take long to reach the island and  when we get there, I'm amazed to find that someone has gone to the  trouble of fashioning concrete steps into the water.

'Why are there steps?' I ask. 'There's nothing here but rocks and trees.'

'Bill had it done.' He hauls himself up onto the bottom step, still  waist-deep in the water. 'For me and Louis. We used to come out here and  pretend we were explorers.'

With a smile, I pull myself onto the step, settling in between his legs.  He curves an arm around me, under the water, and rests his chin on my  shoulder. For a minute or so, we remain silent, gazing back at the  shoreline, and right here, right now, it feels as if there's no one else  in the world.

'Listen to that,' he whispers at last.

'I can't hear anything.'

'Precisely. Peace and quiet. Nobody bothering us. How much better can life get?'

'It can't get any better.'

'It can,' he whispers, leaving a good pause before his next words. 'Marry me.'         

     



 

I turn to look at him. He touches a palm against my cheek, his eyes  soft, waiting for an answer. And I'm so close to giving him what he  wants. But I can't. Not yet.

'Still too fast,' I inform him.

'Bugger.' He smiles. 'I thought I'd have you this time.'

'Patience.'

He grimaces at the word. 'Just for the record, should I try every day, or every other day? It's just that I'm not too sure.'

'About once a week.'

His eyebrows curve upwards. 'Fair enough. Well, this is Saturday, so every weekend. Is that okay?'

I nod, nonchalantly. His smile widens.

'We should go. We're going to fry in this sun. Are you ready to swim back yet?'

'I think so.'

'Not scared?'

'A little,' I admit. After all, what's the point in trying to deny it?  'But what the hell?' I slide away from him, back into the water. 'It's  day for facing fears.'



A shower, a quick session in the bedroom and a light lunch lead us  neatly through to the afternoon. With a few hours to kill before dinner,  Dan announces that we're going out to explore and before long I find  myself in the passenger seat of Bill's BMW, skirting along a coast road  and ignoring the scenery. I'm far too distracted by the sight of the man  at my side. Wearing a pair of Ray Bans that Kathy bought in town, and  back in his shorts and T-shirt, he could easily pass for a movie star.  Nobody would ever guess he spends his days discussing the ins and outs  of multi-storey car parks and shopping malls.

'We need to go back to the house,' I announce, fiddling with my own pair  of sunglasses and slipping them on. 'I want more sex and I want it  now.'

He smiles.

'My nymphomaniac girlfriend is going to have to wait. I'm taking you somewhere.'

'Where?' I lean my head back against a leather rest, enjoying the cool rush of the air-conditioning.

'Surprise.'

Flicking the indicator, he flashes me a quick grin, and we head away  from the coast, pressing inwards now, passing the occasional field or a  smattering of pastel coloured bungalows, all topped with the same white  roofs. At last, we leave the main road behind and begin to trundle along  a track. Up ahead, perched at the top of a hill, I can see a white  lighthouse  …  and we seem to be aiming straight for it.

As we come to a halt in the car park, my pulse begins to splutter.

'A lighthouse?' I falter.

He nods. 'Gibb's Lighthouse.'

'You're not  …  We're not going up it?'

He nods again. 'It's a day for facing fears. You said so yourself.'  Placing a palm on my thigh, he leans in towards me. 'Flying. Swimming in  the sea. You're on a roll.'

I take another peek. My lungs threaten to explode out of my ribcage.

'And I'll be with you every step of the way.'

'Seriously, I can't do this.'

'Wrong. You can do anything.'

Unbuckling my seatbelt and then his own, he's out of the car before I  can complain any more. Coming quickly round to my side, he opens the  door and encourages me out into the heat.

The lighthouse rises above me like a huge white Dalek, and I stare up at  it, reminding myself that if I can manage to stay sane on a Lear jet,  then I can definitely drag my sorry backside to the top of this thing.  It's entirely my choice whether I take those steps or not, but if I am  going to do it, then there's definitely going to be some sort of  payback.

'Okay,' I murmur at last. 'I'll do it  …  on one condition. You've got to give me something in return. You face your own fears.'

'Meaning?'

'Take a guess.'

'Sisters,' he mutters.

I watch silently as he chews at his lip, glances up at the lighthouse,  then back to me. My sudden attack of bravery seems to be catching  because he holds out a hand, and I interpret it the only way I can. I've  thrown down another gauntlet, and I can only suppose he's picking it  up.

'One hundred and eighty-five steps,' he says quietly. 'Then we come out  onto the observation deck. You get a full three hundred and sixty-degree  view of the island. It's worth it.'

'Fine.' I hold out my own hand in return. 'Let's do it.'

Without letting go of me, he pays for our tickets and leads me inside.

And so  …  we begin to climb.

Taking one step at a time and ignoring the porthole windows, I tell  myself that I'm absolutely fine. I'm really not bothered at all. And why  would I be? The top floor of Fosters is higher than this. It's just  that I've never been on the outside. As we come to each landing, we take  a rest, allowing me to get my breath back while Dan gently strokes my  arm. Finally, we arrive at the eighth landing. No more steps. No more  rests. This is it.