“Come on, babe, we need to be getting ready. My parents will be meeting us in an hour.”
She sits up fast, the sheets now gathered at her waist. Her sun-kissed skin is taunting me. From her breasts down to her toned stomach. God, I need something else to focus on and fast.
“Time to get ready.” I tap the silver watch on my wrist and turn away quickly to gather my socks and shoes.
“I know it’s Christmas and all, but can’t we just skip dinner and stay here? We are on vacation together after all.”
Technically our first vacation as a couple. I don’t tell her that. Instead, I smile and turn back to her. Fallon’s green eyes sparkle with desire. Desire I know all too well. She makes it so dam hard not to give in.
“After dinner, I promise we’ll come back up here and not leave for the next twenty-four hours.”
That’s something I can guarantee. After dessert, we will be coming back here, and I will be devouring Fallon to the point she won’t be getting out of bed tomorrow.
That promise alone has my dick straining against my zipper again. Dammit. The second I move my hand to adjust myself, Fallon’s eyes follow. She swallows hard before her eyes find mine again. I smirk, shaking my head.
“Get dressed, now.”
And then I walk out of the room before I fuck her right then and there.
CHAPTER5
FALLON
My hair took forever. It was full of knots. I shouldn’t have let Trent put me to bed with wet hair. At the time, it sounded like a great idea. He had thoroughly consumed me and my body. The end result was, I needed sleep.
Giving myself one last glance in the mirror, I’m glad I got to sleep some, even if my hair was a pain in the ass to do. I’ve pinned sections back and curled them. My dress is hunter green, velvet. It’s trendy and festive. My dress stops at my knees and makes my boobs look good. I hope Trent likes it.
Speaking of Trent, I have no idea where he went. He rushed out after he caught me watching him. He wanted me. I wanted him and yet he denied us both, leaving me with a slight ache between my legs. I’m still sore, but it will never stop me from wanting more. Trent Maxwell is someone I can never get enough of. Never.
After sliding my gold sandals on my feet, I send Trent a text letting him know I’m ready. I sort of feel terrible. His gift is back home. Left under our artificial Christmas tree. The one we decorated in a beach theme before he left for training. When I decided to go on this trip, I only snagged Tom and Vivian’s gifts, throwing them in my luggage just before I walked out the door. He’ll understand, I’m sure. It just makes me feel bad.
I hear the key card unlocking the door and turn in that direction. Trent walks through the door. He takes my breath away. His muscular build takes up the entire doorway. His black button-down shirt is undone at the top. The silver chain around his neck is barely visible. The khaki’s he’s wearing sit low on his hips. I picture how hard his dick strained against them earlier. My mouth nearly waters thinking about springing him free and wrapping my mouth around his thick cock.
Trent doesn’t come in any further. I wish he would though, but I know he won’t. From his rigid stance to the tic in his jaw, I know he is resisting the urge to attack me. Instead, I’ll be anxious all night, and in a hurry to get back to this room where he promised we would stay and not leave.
“Fallon, we need to go.”
Trent’s words drag me from my dirty thoughts. His hooded eyes burn my skin.
Right.
Christmas dinner.
With his parents.
We arrive at the restaurant to find Tom and Vivian already seated. Shit. I was so distracted that I left their gifts.
“Crap, I need to go back to the room, I left the gifts.”
“Nonsense, we can do them later, sit.” Vivian waves a hand at me while the other hand brings a glass of wine to her lips.
Trent nudges me forward, holding out a chair for me. He sits down next to me, immediately placing a hand on my thigh. Goosebumps layer my skin. I’m not cold, no, his touch does that to me.
“So have you two been enjoying yourselves?”
I smile at Tom, nodding. Trent goes on to tell him about our morning swimming. His hand slides higher up my thigh, causing me to shift slightly in my chair. If he goes much further, he’ll realize I am lacking panties. I wanted to surprise Trent later, but he just might get a sneak peek.
As he continues talking about our swimming adventure, he leaves out the part where he fucked me in the turquoise waters. I’m glad for that because how awkward would that be? I can never be sure with Trent because sometimes he has no shame in blurting things out.