by Amelia Wilde
He puts two fingers under my chin and lifts my face to kiss me, pleasure rushing down my spine. “We’re going somewhere even better.”
“Is it somewhere we can get rid of these clothes?”
“You’d better believe it.”
The air is silky against my skin as we step out of the plane, the sunlight still lingering in the sky, and Gideon holds out his hand to our next mode of travel.
“We’re riding a helicopter?”
He grins.
It’s not a long helicopter ride, and halfway through it, Gideon points down at an island below us in the dark sea, one bigger building lit up like a tropical castle. “Is that the resort?”
“That’s the Great House on Necker Island.”
“You rented us the Great House?” I know about the Great House. I know about Necker Island. I know that most of my clients dream of vacations on Necker Island, though few of them book here. It’s not an easy get.
Gideon looks at me for a long moment, a sexy grin slowly consuming his face, and my core goes molten hot. “I rented us the island.”
The island. The entire island. Unfathomable.
“Now you’re showing off.” I try to play it cool, but I can’t stop staring at the house, at the fading light over the island below.
“A little bit.”
We touch down a few minutes later, and a man in crisp shorts and a polo shirt that looks like it’s been ironed within an inch of its life leads us the short way to the Great House.
Gideon dismisses him as soon as we’re in the front door, and then he picks up the pace. My heart beats faster. I get glimpses of the massive home, decorated in a Balinese style I recognize from deep dives into hundreds of destination brochures. I recognize this place. Not in a million years did I ever think I would set foot here. And definitely not on the arm of Gideon Hawke. Even the trip to Virgin Gorda didn’t make me think this would happen.
But we’re rushing upstairs, and I know exactly where we’re going.
The master bedroom looks exactly the way it does in the brochures—the massive bed, the white canopy, the loungers placed around the room at intervals in case you find yourself with a sudden need to lie down.
Gideon bypasses it all, and we move through the room to the terrace overlooking the ocean. The last rays of the sunset have bled out of the sky and the moon is rising. It would take my breath away if Gideon wasn’t sweeping me into his arms, crushing his mouth against mine, turning me into a liquid pool of heat.
“This is all I’ve wanted all week,” he growls when we finally come up for air.
“You didn’t have to rent an island to get it.”
“I’d rent you a thousand islands, pretty thing.”
He moves us toward a double lounger with thick pillows, fully reclined, stripping my traveling outfit off as he goes. By the time he spreads me out on the white surface, the breeze is caressing every inch of my skin, leaving behind trails of goosebumps, and Gideon chases it all by kneeling at the side of the bench, spreading my legs wider with his hands, and dipping his head down to my pussy.
He strokes the length of his tongue over my slit, and I’m lost. Lost to pleasure, lost to the night, lost to him…and I never want to be found.
36
Gideon
I take my sweet time with Kennedy.
From the first stroke of my tongue, she’s mine in a way that she hasn’t quite been since that moment in the alcove. And I’m hers. The taste of her sweetness in my mouth has me so hard it verges on painful, so ready to take her that it’s a mini-crisis in my mind—stop licking her, making her moan my name over and over as she arches her back against the lounger, or keep doing this until she comes into my mouth?
I opt for door number two.
It doesn’t take Kennedy long before her hands are scrambling to grab onto the surface of the lounger, fingers curling into fists along with her toes. She keeps trying to spread her legs wider, but every lick makes her shudder and shake, her muscles working to close her knees. I let her struggle, deliciously, wetness gushing from her pussy, for just long enough before I wrap my arms around her knees and hold her open.
She gasps, her legs pressing uselessly against my grip, trembling underneath my hands, and it’s the sweetest, dirtiest sound I’ve ever heard. “Gideon...”
I pick my head up. “Yes, pretty thing?”
She reaches down and presses my head back between her legs, struggling to get the words out. “No, please. Please don’t stop.”
I stop, and she lets out a frustrated groan, legs pressing against my hold on her. “Are you close?”
“Yes!” Her cry echoes out over the waves.
“Don’t worry, love. I’ll get you there.”
I delve into her sweetness again, lapping up another wave of her juices, adding pressure, entering her with the tip of my tongue. She’s slick and sweet and hot, and she pulses around my tongue, on the verge...
Then Kennedy’s hands are in my hair, pressing my face closer, and she cries out as she loses control of her hips. They buck against my arms. She’s barely able to move, but all the energy she releases goes straight into my arms, straight into my body.
Before she comes down, I let go of her legs and climb over her on the lounger, wiping my mouth with one sleeve before I tear the shirt off and drop it down alongside the lounger, my shorts following. The night air against my cock makes it pulse and jump, but I’m not about to dive in before she’s begging for it. I drag my mouth along the side of her neck. Kennedy turns her head, eyelids fluttering, and lets out another long, needy moan.
I keep going down, down until I meet the curve of her breasts, swirling my tongue around one nipple, then the other. Her nipples are already pebbles in the open air, and she gasps when I suck each one into my mouth, cupping one breast in my hand. Underneath me she spreads her legs, reaching one hand down like I haven’t given her a powerful orgasm a moment ago.
One glance and I see her fingers have found her clit, and she’s rubbing little circles against the swollen bud, spreading herself even wider.
It’s so hot I almost lose it right then.
“That’s it, pretty thing,” I growl into her ear. “Make yourself come for me.”
I can’t believe she’s willing to do this, and it fills me with a kind of possessive warmth that makes me want to keep her right by my side for the rest of my days. Kennedy gives herself over to me, rubbing at her clit as I work my way over her nipples again, then reach down to slide three of my fingers inside her channel.
Every one of her muscles is clenching in rhythm with her own fingers, and I fuck her with mine. She sucks in a breath and opens her eyes. Our gazes lock. “That’s it,” I tell her. “Look at me.” She starts to close her eyes again, but I reach up with my other hand and take her by her jaw, holding on firmly, but not gripping. “Look at me while you come.”
Her mouth opens in an o, her eyes wide and burning into mine, and then she rubs harder, her hips lifting from the surface of the lounger as she comes again, her juices soaking my fingers, her pussy tightening around them over and over again.
I release her jaw, and Kennedy lifts her fingers to my mouth. I take each one of them in, licking around them, and by the time I’ve finished, she’s recovered.
I’m in awe.
Kennedy turns on the lounger, going to all fours, and bends her head toward the surface, arching her back. I run my hands down the smooth expanse of her back, hooking my grip on her hips, and that’s when the begging begins.
“Please, Gideon. I need you. I need you so badly. Please. I can’t wait any longer.”
She rocks her hips back toward me, and I’m consumed with the sound of her voice, lost in the sight of her, ass in the air, breasts swaying down beneath her, hair a tangled mess. She’s mine, I think. I want her to be mine forever.
“No more waiting.” On the last word out of my mouth, I line up the head of my cock with her slick opening and take her, the length of me thrusting inside wi
th only the resistance of her tightness. She moans as I stretch her, taking up every last bit of space within her, and she braces against the lounger with a moan that turns into a cry of pure pleasure.
I stay inside her for a heartbeat, letting her feel me there, and then I pull back.
She’s mine.
She’s mine, mine, mine, and I never want anyone else. I never want this to end.
I pound back inside and she gasps, pressing back into me, forcing me to go even deeper, even as she drops her head to the surface of the lounger, holding on tight.
I fuck her as hard as I ever have, and she takes it, her pussy pulsing around me with every single stroke, drawing me in, drawing me onward and upward and careening toward the edge of an orgasm I can’t head off, even if I want this to last all night. I can’t stop it from barreling toward me and I can’t stop it from running into me like a freight train.
I come so hard that I lose control of my grip, yanking Kennedy back onto my cock at the last moment, holding her in place as she starts to come for a third time, quaking around me.
It takes a long time to break away from her, and when I do, we both tumble to the surface of the lounger, looking up at the sky. The stars are brilliant, and I listen to her breathing settle and slow, satisfied for the moment.
“Gideon?” Her voice is quiet. I take her hand. “I love you.”
37
Kennedy
I have no idea where I am when I open my eyes.
All I know is that I’m underneath a gauzy canopy that’s gently swaying in a tranquil breeze, and Gideon is curled up at my side, his body pressed against the length of me.
Gideon.
The memory of last night comes to me slowly, deliciously, in the same way that I woke up, and when the full realization hits me, it’s all I can do not to let out a giddy screech of euphoria. I settle for rolling to my side and wrapping myself around the silky white sheets, my smile so big it hurts my face.
I told him I loved him.
I don’t know why I thought that moment would be the best one to confess my feelings to him, but out there, together in that warm breeze, lying next to his unbelievable body on that lounger, it bubbled up out of me like the world’s truest truth, the most basic fact in all existence. The stars are bright and glittering. The earth is round. I love Gideon Hawke.
I’m never going to be able to look at that lounger the same way again, that’s for sure.
Gideon stirs next to me, and then his breathing settles back into the rhythm of sleep.
I slip from beneath the sheets and pad into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me with a soft click. I’ve never been high, but I’m imagining this is a similar feeling—all my limbs buzzing, my heart pounding, everything so bright and clear that it’s being burned into my brain. I’m not going to forget a single moment of this trip for the rest of my life.
I run my hands through my mussed hair and look at my reflection in the mirror. The glow of happiness is real.
Everything I need to freshen up is here, and I take my time brushing my teeth and washing my face. When is Gideon going to be up? It could be a while, after all the activities we partook in last night. The shower beckons. I answer its call.
I’ve barely stepped underneath the stream of hot water in the massive shower when there’s a quiet knock on the outer tiles and Gideon is grinning in at me. “Want some company?”
I grin back. “Only if it’s you.”
“There’s nobody else here, remember?”
“Thank God.”
He steps in beside me and slides his hands up to my face, kissing me softly, tasting of mint and satisfaction. The kiss deepens as the water cascades over us both, but he doesn’t rush. He explores my mouth with his tongue, taking my bottom lip between his teeth, everything so gentle and slow that it lights me up like embers lighting a branch on fire—slow and sensual and deep. Sparks multiply between my legs, and finally Gideon reaches down, stroking me there with the same slow rhythm. He takes his time bringing me to the edge of a soft orgasm that makes my legs tremble, my feet unsteady against the shower tiles, but the rest of me secure in his arms.
Then, before I can kneel down and return the favor, he turns me to face the wall, lifts my hands with his, and then spreads my legs wide. With one motion, he positions me so that I’m open and ready for him, and he enters me. Somehow, even though we had our way with each other more than once last night, I still stretch to accommodate him, and I moan at the pressure of his cock filling me, at the feeling of being claimed.
Gideon’s strokes are slow, the same rhythm he used to bring me to that first orgasm, and before he comes, he reaches around to stroke my clit. He makes me come again, only this time my muscles work against his cock. I’m filled. I’m fulfilled. There is nothing else I could possibly want out of this morning. Waking up next to him, being with him like this, with all the time in the world and no chance of being interrupted—it feels so good that I come a third time as Gideon works into his own release.
When he’s spent, he releases me and I slide back down to the floor of the shower. Turning me toward him again, we finish by sharing another deeply seated kiss. It’s starting to move into more passionate territory again when my stomach growls loud enough for both of us to hear the rumbling. Gideon laughs out loud, tossing his head back. “I know you want me,” he says, still laughing, “as much as I want you, but I think we might have to take a break for breakfast.”
“No, Gideon,” I tease, running my hands through my slickened hair, pushing the water back through to the ends. “I don’t need to eat.” My stomach disagrees as we both hear it growling again.
He reaches behind him to one of the glass bottles located in a holder attached to the wall. “Here. I’ll help you move things along,” he says, and then his strong hands are in my hair, massaging the citrusy-scented shampoo into my scalp, and I lean my head back and sigh. “Don’t do that,” Gideon says.
“Don’t do what?”
“Enjoy this too much. You’re too beautiful. I might not let you out of the shower.”
I open my eyes and grin at him coyly, then glance down to his cock. He’s already getting hard again. “There could be worse things.”
He rinses the shampoo from my hair. “Are you sure?”
I fix him with a pointed stare. “I’ll help you move things along.”
This time when I kneel in front of him, I don’t bother keeping things slow and sensual. Gideon groans when I take him deeply into my mouth, and again when I increase the rhythm, threading his hands through my hair a second time, this time gripping harder, this time less tender.
I love it.
So we’re a few minutes late for breakfast.
Out on the terrace, a few members of the staff have set out a breakfast that I’m sure is too elaborate for only two people, right up until the moment I sit down and my stomach pinches with hunger. I can’t put food on my plate fast enough, stopping in the middle of serving myself to bite into a slice of bacon, perfectly crisp.
“Mmmm.”
Gideon smiles at me from across the table. “Watching you enjoy things is one of the great pleasures of life.”
“You should stitch that sentiment onto a pillow.” He bursts out laughing, so hard tears come to the corners of his eyes.
“You’re right. I should pull it back a little bit. I can’t help that I’m in love with you.”
My face transforms into a serious expression. “I’m in love with you, too.”
He looks at me tenderly, his green eyes steady and calm and happy. “I know it.” My heart swells in my chest, aching a little. It’s too good to be true. But I can’t bring myself to think so in this moment.
Gideon finishes filling his own plate with food, then looks at his watch. “We’ve got about an hour to enjoy this.”
“What do you mean?” In the shower twenty minutes ago, I was completely convinced that we’d be on our own schedule.
He looks up at me, his eyes sh
ining. “I have a surprise for you.”
38
Gideon
Kennedy can hardly focus for the rest of breakfast, though she does put away an impressive amount of bacon, three English muffins, and so many scrambled eggs that I’m surprised when she reaches for a second helping of fruit salad.
She catches my stunned gaze and her hand freezes in mid-motion, the serving spoon hovering midway between the bowl and her plate, and she gives me a coy look. “Am I not being dainty enough?”
I laugh. “You can eat as much as you want. I didn’t realize you were that hungry, otherwise I’d have had something sent up in the middle of the night.”
She narrows her eyes. “You’d interrupt people in the middle of the night to bring me a snack?”
“I wouldn’t interrupt them. There are staff members on call twenty-four hours a day. That’s what they do.”
“Oh.” She cocks her head to the side, and then continues shoveling the fresh fruit to her plate. “In that case, I usually like s’mores at night.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Not during the day?”
“During the day and during the night. But if I had a choice, those would be my go-to midnight snack every time.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s a pain in the ass to get them anywhere in the city. I can never seem to remember to get all the ingredients at once.” She gives me a long look. “Plus, when I’m there, I’m usually sleeping all night, or in the office during the day. I don’t know that executive travel coordinators are supposed to bring plates of s’mores to their desks. They’re kind of messy.”
“You could if you were my executive travel coordinator.” I make a face. “That was supposed to sound sexier than it came out.”
“No chance of that,” Kennedy laughs, picking up her fork and spearing a strawberry. She takes it between her lips—I’m immediately back in the shower, looking down on her wet hair while she wraps those same lips around my cock—and then her gaze becomes unfocused, staring out over the sea.