It took less than four hours to fly to Montego Bay, and at some point, Victoria had drifted off to sleep. She woke up in the best way possible. Andrei kissed her awake with light butterfly kisses.
“Hey, we’re here,” Andrei said. He lifted her up, and she wrapped her arms around his neck as lifted her. By the time they got to the car, she was wide awake.
Night had fallen, and the lights around them gave off a romantic glow to the skyline and the water surrounding them. Some exclusive restaurants on the beach had their romantic sensual lighting displayed.
They pulled up to a place called Golden Lobster. She realized they were expected when she spotted a private table placed on the beach and a Caribbean band playing romantic music. A lobster dinner awaited them along with mash potatoes with lobster bits in it, a kale salad, and cold Chardonnay.
“You’ve really outdone yourself, haven’t you?” she asked him as he sat her down.
“You tell me.”
The band started playing soft Caribbean music, which surrounded them without being overwhelming.
“For a first date? Definitely outdone yourself.”
“Is that a good thing?” he asked.
“Check with me at the end and maybe I’ll tell you.”
The waiter came out and filled their glasses with wine. Already, the stuff was going to her head and warming up other places. She ate and drank until horniness outweighed her tipsiness.
Of course that’s when the man asked her to dance.
“Sprained ankle, remember?”
“Oh, I remember.” He lifted her up in his arms and twirled her around, keeping her close. She laughed and felt her body relax against him. He danced with her in his arms until her head spun and the restaurant got ready to close, people slowly vanishing.
Andrei was holding her so tight that she could hardly breathe, but she still reveled in his nearness and the warm masculine scent that invaded her senses. He smelled like old spices mixed with the ocean, a smell she could easily get addicted to.
She guessed it was a good thing that he held onto her so well because she was so tipsy that she probably would have fallen on the floor if he’d let her go, especially since she couldn’t put weight on her ankle.
He finally slid her down the length of his body, but he still held her up so her feet never touched the ground. She could feel the hardness of him pressing against her stomach as she linked her arms around his neck.
They ground into each other as they swayed, long after the music stopped playing and the band dispersed. He felt so damn
good that she forgot everything around them. She shivered, and it wasn’t from the weather. She knew that he wanted her, and she needed to let him know she felt the same way. He leaned down and kissed her neck, which made fire burst right where he kissed her.
That’s when she whispered softly, “I want you.” He placed his arms around her and lifted her back up and walked down the beach.
The hotel wasn’t far from the restaurant. The Flying Eagle Resort had the honeymoon suite for them.
“Why are we in the honeymoon suite?”
“Because that was the only one available.”
Victoria raised her eyebrows. “Are you sure about that? Didn’t you offer to let us have separate rooms?”
“I thought that you might enjoy being in the same room as me tonight. I can make it worth your while.”
“A little presumptuous of you,” Victoria said.
“A guy can dream,” he said.
The room was fit for royalty, trimmed in gold and white with billowing satin curtains and bed attire to match. They had a large canopy bed with large bed post and plush carpet that had her feet sinking into it.
“Kiss me,” he demanded, and she didn’t disappoint him.
She kissed him until all she could taste was him on her tongue. Heated need filled her. She allowed him to consume her, hungry tongue and warm hands.