“But you definitely had me at white sandy beaches. When do we leave?”
Two days later, we were on a plane leaving New York. The flight to Barbados wasn’t terrible, at least for me it wasn’t. I’d never seen Rosslyn drink, but she drank like a fish on the plane. She waited until it was time to board to let me know she’d never flown before.
By the time we landed, I still didn’t have full circulation in my fingers, and she was slurring and leaning against me. It was adorable to see her so carefree and giggly. Making our way outside, I let her use my body as wall.
A car picked us up at the airport and took us to our destination. It was a five-star hotel with all the amenities, and we had one of the large suites at the very top.
The elevator ride up to the room was the longest ride in the history of elevator rides. The only thing keeping me from fucking Rosslyn right there, was the elderly couple who smiled politely at us from the other side.
“Are you two on your honeymoon?” the lady asked.
Rosslyn smiled drunkenly up at me, waiting to see how I’d respond. A million smart-ass responses came to mind, but instead I smiled down at Rosslyn and pretended just a little while that a happily ever after existed between us.
“Yes,” I whispered, never taking my eyes off of her. “She’s definitely the one.”
“How sweet,” the lady said.
The elevator chimed and the doors opened to let the couple off on their floor. Reaching across the elevator, I pushed the button to the top floor rapidly before anyone else could get on. I was definitely not in the mood for anymore company.
“It’s about time,” Rosslyn chuckled, pushing me against the wall.
She rubbed against me, moving her lips over mine. I smiled and grabbed her ass, lifting her until she could wrap her legs around my waist.
“Our honeymoon, huh?” she taunted. “Sebastian Black married. That’s kind of funny.”
“Five more minutes.” I nipped at her chin.
“Five more minutes?” she asked confused.
“Yes.” I looked up as the red light lit up for our floor and the doors opened. “Now it’s four, and then you can put that beautiful smart mouth to better use.”
“Sebastian,” she pushed playfully at my chest and giggled.
I didn’t put her down when I walked out of the elevator, nor did I bat an eyelash at the couple who nearly jumped out of the way trying to get into the elevator after us.
“Excuse us,” Rosslyn said as I pushed the key card into the door.
The night was a blur of crazy, out of control, wild sex. Everything was put to use, our hands, mouths, tongues and every body part possible. We invented new positions and enjoyed old ones. I didn’t give her time to catch her breath, and in return, she didn’t show me any mercy. It was fucking beautiful.
When we were both exhausted and couldn’t keep our eyes open any longer, we fell asleep in the massive king-sized bed. Before I let my eyes close, I realized sleeping with Rosslyn in my arms was something I never wanted to give up. She could never find out my secret. I just wouldn’t let it happen.
“Can you rub some of this on me?” Rosslyn asked, holding out a bottle of sunblock.
“As if you’d have to ask me to rub your body,” I teased. Taking the bottle, I squeezed a generous amount into my palm and rubbed it on her soft skin.
We were planning on spending a while on the beach because Rosslyn had never been to one before. And the last thing either of us wanted, was to ruin our mini vacation with a sunburn.
She looked amazing in a green and yellow bikini. Her long, shapely legs stretched out as she laid on her stomach, with her arms tucked under her face. I ran my fingers across the arch in her back, blending in the sunblock.
“This is heaven,” she sighed, closing her eyes and breathing in deeply.
Leaning over her, I placed a soft kiss on her cheek. “The perfect place for my angel,” I whispered in her ear.
A smile tugged at her plump lips and I had to control the urge to kiss her again and again. The heat from the sun, mixed with the heat I was feeling just looking at her, was too much.
“So I’ve been curious about something,” she said, keeping her eyes closed.
“What?”
“What was the whole deal with the name Jessica? Where did it come from?”
The dreaded question. I didn’t like to revisit my childhood very much, and I hated talking about it. But for Rosslyn, I’d do it.
“I didn’t have a typical childhood, and was raised in multiple foster homes. Bad things happened around me, and to me, that I didn’t want to think about. When I wanted to escape, I watched cartoons.”