Wearing her thin white silk nightgown, Eve stepped a bare foot onto the wooden patio attached to her honeymoon cabana. Darius and she had spent one night at the Park, relearning all the sweet spots on each others’ bodies. Yesterday morning, she’d been snuggled close to him on a flight to beautiful Ocho Rios, Jamaica.
Now, as she walked out onto the quiet strip of private beach that came with the cabana, she enjoyed the feel of the breeze playing through her hair. The sun shimmered on the cerulean surface of the Caribbean Sea mere feet away from where she stood. The water seemed to stretch on forever, and as she inhaled the fresh air, she sighed.
Everything she’d gone through up until now was worthwhile to bring her to this magical place, with the man she loved.
She felt Darius’s presence behind her a moment before he slipped his arms around her waist. Pulling her in against his bare chest, he kissed the side of her neck. “Good morning.”
Smiling, she turned to face him. “Good morning, yourself.”
“They’ll be delivering our breakfast in bed soon.”
“I know.” She glanced out over the rippling surface of the water. “I’m coming in. It’s just so beautiful here.”
“Not as beautiful as you, baby.” His lips crashed down on hers renewing the passion she’d spent the past two nights unleashing on him.
“Exactly how long do we have before the food comes?” She stroked her hand across his chest, making no effort to hide the desire she felt.
Leading her back toward the thatch roof cabin, he let loose a sexy, rumbling chuckle. “Not nearly long enough.”
She followed him into their little hideaway and stretched out on the bed. He joined her a heartbeat later. Weaving his fingers into her hair, he pulled her in for his kiss.
As the haze of desire took over her mind, she could feel the lazy circles he made over her thighs through the fabric of her gown. He pulled away from her lips to transfer his kisses to the sensitive flesh of her bare shoulders and the hollow of her throat, and she sighed.
He moved lower, sliding the thin straps off her shoulders, teasing his tongue over her nipples. She crooned low in her throat as pleasure shot through her like electricity.
He stood briefly, snatching off his red boxer shorts. Before they landed on the polished wooden floor, he lifted her gown, taking her white thong from her. A second later he filled her, and she moaned at the sweet invasion.
His impassioned stroking started a fire between her thighs, and she met him stroke for stroke, her hips rising off the bed. He growled, increasing the pace until her world shattered. His orgasm followed close behind, and he came with a shout, collapsing on top of her.
In the silence, she kissed his sweat-dampened brow. “I love you, Darius.”
“I love you, Eve,” he husked out.
Their forever was just beginning, and she couldn’t wait to see where it would take them.
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