Not exactly what it’s about but I got the reaction I wanted. She side eyed me and got up to walk to the other side of the room.
I don’t understand people. Why ask me what I am reading if you’re going to be a tool about it? Whatever. She’s not worth anymore brain power. I would rather fill my head with the words written in this book.
It’s not long before the woman is back. I bring my book down enough to look at her and hitch an eyebrow up.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to give you such a harsh reaction. Romance just isn’t my thing and sometimes my face speaks for me when it shouldn’t.”
“I get it. We all have different tastes. But if it makes you happy, then that’s all that matters.” I give her a big smile, so she knows she really didn’t have an effect on me.
“Absolutely. I agree. Sorry again.”
“No worries.”
I lift my book back up and pretend to go back to reading, even though under my skin I can feel the heat crawling in. It’s not that I am angry that she came over and apologized, it’s that she had to do it in the first place.
I put my book down and pick up my phone. I look up the website of the seabird sanctuary we are going to. The tour we are on is supposed to be quite fun. You get to meet bird ambassadors, and if it’s possible, we will get to watch them release a bird back into the wild.
One of the ambassadors is a pelican. The closest I have ever gotten to a pelican was when I was at the beach on a family vacation, and he landed in the water in front of me. He was still eight to ten feet away, but it was so surreal. They are huge birds, and I didn’t even realize it until that day. I hope we get to get up close and personal with the pelican ambassador.
When my washer is done, I transfer everything to the dryer and then go back to my room to put my book away and slip a hoodie on. It’s chilly in that room. I notice the door next to mine is open, and I peek in as I am walking by. It’s Chris’s room. He is standing in front of the windows, binoculars in hand, searching.That’s hot.
I don’t even notice myself walking forward until I trip over a ripple in the carpet and slam my hands into the door to catch myself.
“Oh, my gosh, are you okay?” Chris rushes towards me.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just passing by and umm, your door was open.” He reaches towards me to make sure I make it back up to standing.
“The other guide was supposed to be stopping by,” he looks at his watch. “But that was like twenty minutes ago.”
“Oh. Sorry to disturb you. I was just putting my book away and going to grab my clothes from the dryer.”
He nods his head, “Can I walk with you?”
“Sure.”
He takes the binoculars off from around his neck, grabs his phone, and follows behind me. I can feel his eyes on my backside. So, I make slight adjustments in my stride to make my hips swing a little more than they already do.
“Titmouse, if you keep that up, you’re not going to make it back downstairs.”
Blushing I look over my shoulder to him as I get to my room. He winks at me, and my cheeks hurt from my grin, trying to bust at the seams.
His hand grazes down my lower back to my ass and squeezes. I perk up, and his nose catches the tip-top of my ear.
“Give me ten minutes to knock your socks off.”
I giggle. “I’m not even wearing socks.” I swipe the card that opens the door and turn the handle. At the same time his hands wrap around my waist, his mouth lands on my neck. The heat from his breath sends tingling straight to my core.
“Even better, less I have to worry about taking off of your beautiful body.”
I turn around, and he wastes no time. He shuts the door and lifts me to him. My legs twine around his waist, my sandals fall to the ground, and he carries me straight to the bed. He drops me down and in the matter of seconds, has my shirt, bra, shorts, and panties off.
But when his lips land at my throbbing core, he takes his time. Licking, sucking, and nipping on my clit. My back arches, and my hand grips his hair when my orgasm soar through my body. Ten minutes. Was that ten minutes because it felt like seconds before my body overcame with pleasure?
He lifts his head and wipes the corner of his mouth with his thumb.
“Dessert before dinner is always my favorite.” He kisses the inside of my knee before standing and gathering my discarded clothes for me. I sit up and grab my shirt, foregoing the bra this time. Then put my panties and shorts on. He watches my every move. The look on his face is of disappointment.
“Everything okay?” I ask him.