decide all our activities this week?”
“Please?”
“What do you have in mind?”
He shakes his head. “Nope, if I’m in charge, it’s a surprise, just like when you choose the activities.”
I sigh. “Fine, but whatever activities you have planned, we have to keep our clothes on.”
“That wasn’t the deal when you did it.”
I fold my arms over my chest. “That’s my condition. Take it or leave it.” I know it’s hypocritical. I had us skinny dip yesterday. But that was before we spent all night snuggling naked in each other’s arms. If we fuck, I want to make sure I have a clear head. I need to make a pros and cons list. I need to talk to Oaklee. But how do I ask Oaklee if I should fuck Sebastian without explaining everything else? Of course, she’ll say I should fuck my husband.
“Fine, I don’t need you naked to have my way with you.” He winks and then stretches and gets out of the bed. Then I’m staring at his naked ass, hard and muscly, until he covers it with the towel that I remember he came to bed with.
Dammit, why did I insist on wearing clothes today?
“Are you trying to outdo me on being more adventurous?” I ask, panting behind Sebastian.
He laughs. “When you chose the activities, we zip-lined, jet skied, and skinny-dipped all in one day. All we’re doing today is going for a hike.”
“Yea, a hike across the entire island.” I lift my arms over my head, trying to catch my breath. I’m wearing jean shorts and a tank top. I have a Hawaii ball cap and cheap sunglasses from the hotel gift shop, but none of it is doing much to block out the heat. Even though it’s only spring, it’s hot in this jungle. Sweat trickles down the back of my neck.
“We’ve only been hiking an hour. We have two hours left to reach the waterfall.”
“Two hours! Are you serious?”
I sit down on a rock, not believing that Mr. Not Adventurous really planned this long of a hike.
He hands me a bottle of water. I take it and start chugging.
“The worst is over. It’s mostly flat from here on out.”
“It’s not the incline that’s getting to me; it’s the heat. And the fact that I hardly ever work out.”
Sebastian stretches his arms over his head until the T-shirt he’s wearing rides up. He’s not sweating at all, and I haven’t heard him breathe hard once. This is a leisurely stroll for him.
“Why not?”
I shrug. “I’m not a gym rat. And I don’t usually have time to explore the outdoors like this and get exercise that way.”
“You should really try working out—“
I put my hand up. “I’m going to stop you right there. I agree. I don’t need a lecture from a guy who has the body of Greek god.”
“Actually, I prefer a Roman god; they were more ripped.”
I roll my eyes.
Why can’t I remember that one night? Maybe if I had the memory, I wouldn’t want him so badly. Maybe he’s terrible in bed. Who am I kidding? He’s probably incredible in bed. If I remembered, I’d only want a repeat, which apparently the Roman god won’t do.
“I thought you preferred to be called King.”
“Only when I’m making you come.”
I sigh. “We really shouldn’t.”
“Why not? It would be fun.”