“Mexico, Four Seasons Los Cabos, Costa Palma,” he said in a perfect Spanish accent that sounded so sexy it had made my knees weak. My eyes widened in surprise and he grinned at my reaction. “You didn’t know I spoke Spanish?” he teased. “Babe, I promise to show you a good time, I’m going to seduce you until the only word on your lips is my nombre,” he added seductively into my ear in broken English.
“Wow, goosebumps, that was very hot, Mr. Wild,” I replied, flashing him a sinful smile, and was rewarded with a devilish smirk.
“So … I’ve booked us into the Presidential Villa. Imagine this …” he said, holding his arm up and sweeping his arm to the side with each selling point. “… ocean view—seductive nights—hot sweaty sex … and quiet minds for a change. I’m going to wine and dine you—dance with you under a tropical moon—in short, I’m going to treat you like the princess you are to me.”
“Do you think this is the right time …” He pressed his fingers to my lips, effectively silencing me.
“I do. All we’ve both done this past year is work and deal with all kinds of heavy shit. We deserve this. So … I think for the next four nights we’re going to push everything to one side and enjoy some fun. Besides, we can consider it a birthday treat to us.”
There was no way I could have argued with his demand, it had sounded fabulous and I’d figured he was absolutely spot-on. James had had a birthday already and mine had been approaching; yet we hadn’t even considered celebrating those. It struck me we were in danger of losing ourselves in my family drama. James deserved my time, he’d been amazingly patient and supportive, and in a way, I had felt relieved he had taken measures to put us back on course with our lives together.
“Give me ten minutes to change and then I’ll be all yours,” I agreed. Stepping forward, I pressed my hand on his T-shirt and drew it down his front, taking note of the hard lines of his abs, and slid my hand into the waistband of his jeans. Pulling him closer, I pressed a chaste kiss to his lips and turned to walk away, but James grabbed my wrist and swung me back into his chest.
“You’re already all mine,” he corrected. “But I love the sound of those words on your lips,” he mumbled so quietly with his breath close to mine. I felt the piercing stare he gave me within my soul and it sent a small shiver of desire straight down my spine.
“Hold that thought or we won’t leave this apartment,” I warned, with a stare of equal intensity that pinned him right where he stood in response. James drew in a long breath like he was debating my words, held it for a beat, and reluctantly dropped his hold on my wrist and let out a breath.
“Don’t be long,” he rasped gruffly. His Adam’s apple rose and fell in his neck as he swallowed thickly. I turned, moving quickly away from him before he threw our arrangement in favor of taking me to bed.
Cool waves lapped around my waist as I stood grinning at James riding a multicolored surfboard toward me. Athletic and toned, the sun had already kissed his skin after just an hour of being there.
James was right, the warmth from the sun, the smell of the ocean, and the brilliant soft white sand beneath my feet had an instant healing effect. Watching James in his element, I realized how agile and youthful he was, and considered there was far more to the man I had thought I knew.
We’d been to the beach in New Jersey many times, and I had seen him swim in the sea, but I had always been beside him. Seeing that playful, sporty, fun-loving side of him showed me what he’d sacrificed to deal with me.
Riding a wave toward me at speed, he suddenly slipped from the board, slapping his arm on the surface of it, and stopped it floating away.
“Hey, baby, you’ve not even gotten your hair wet yet,” he teased. Grabbing me closer, I shivered, shocked when his freezing cold arm circled my waist and he dipped me backward, letting a wave lap around the back of my head.
I shrieked from his sudden movement and the ocean in my hair, and I slapped repeatedly against his cold wet chest as I tried to push myself free. In one swift movement, he pulled me back and slid the surfboard underneath me. Once he had me sitting on top of it, he used it to pull me closer to him, grinning. His stunning light blue eyes filled instantly with mischief.
“Sun, sea …” he looked toward the villa, “sand …” He dipped his knees and dunked his head backward, wet his hair, and leaned over me as water droplets landed on my skin. Suddenly he leaned over, licked my neck and sent a sharp thrill of desire through me. Goosebumps scattered over my skin and he hummed. “Hmm, salty.”
Grabbing one leg, he placed it over his shoulder. I chuckled, fell backward and shook my head. He grinned wider, a big toothy smile that gave him a boyish look and he did the same with my other one. As I lay on my back he used the surfboard to position me with his hard dick at my core.
My eyes flared. “Impressive,” I stated, surprised he had a hard-on despite the temperature of the water. “James Wild, are you ever not hard?” I asked, but my words fell away with the intense stare he gave me. The sexual chemistry we shared fizzed in the air around us as our intimate connection intensified. My heart raced with the lust-filled look he had in his eyes when they locked into mine.
“Not an option when I look at you. What you do to me …” He shook his head, like he had no words to explain what he meant by that statement and ground his hard length tenting in his board shorts against my bikini-clad pussy.
“What I do to you?” I asked, pretending I had no idea what he meant, when truly from the first time we’d met, James had been capable of setting my heart on fire without even laying his hands on me.
“Tricia …” he said, looking serious toward me. I’d thought he was going to ask a question, but he left my name hanging. For a long minute he scrutinized me, his hungry eyes ticking over my face until a speedboat passed by and the waves in its wake shifted the sand under his feet. Hanging on to the board, he stopped me from falling off but slipped away from me and the moment was gone.
Glancing at the speed boat that had disrupted our intimate moment making a turn in the bay, James scoffed and shook his head. “It’s supposed to be private here, but obviously not private enough for what I’d had in mind for us.”
Pushing the surfboard toward the shore, he helped me to my feet, threw the board on the sand, and grabbed the large towels I had placed on the lounge chairs. Passing one to me, he took the other. Climbing out of his shorts he stood naked on the sand, wrapped the towel around his waist and escorted me back inside.
For the following two hours we made slow, passionate love, and at times I’d been so moved I’d cried, emotionally wrecked by the intense love we shared.
“Baby, don’t cry, we’re beautiful together. You feel this?” he asked, leisurely canting his hips in and out, his thick cock filling me deep. “This is us … who and what we are when we’re together.” I nodded. “Saying I love you isn’t enough for me. Those words don’t define how full my heart feels when I look at you … when you look at me with those incredible green eyes full of lust.”
Eventually, we lay sated and napped; exhausted from our travels, our time in the ocean, and the passionate connection that had brought our focus back to who we were as a couple.