We share secrets. And we drink. Lord, do we drink. The sangria and whiskey he’s having never stop flowing and before I know it, we’re wrapped in each other’s arms on the dance floor, slow dancing to a fast song, not caring at all that Matthew has made more than one quip about our “newfound romance” as he calls it. That man needs to quit reading the books he’s on the cover of.
Hunter and I aren’t as blitzed as our friends seem to think. We’re not propped up on each other. No, we’re just embracing. I’ll be damned if it doesn’t feel better than I imagined it would. So it’s not the alcohol fueling this moment. It’s genuine, true attraction.
I’ve always heard it’s a bad idea to meet your celebrity crush because when they turn out to be completely different than you expected, it’s ruins the whole fantasy for you. In Hunter’s case, that’s true. He is not at all who is persona is—he’s better. He’s genuine and kind, funny and easygoing. And he doesn’t have a cocky bone in his body. Quite the contrary. He’s actually quite reserved. Almost shy. All of the traits I love about a man wrapped up in a beautiful package. It’s almost jarring how much we click. But we do, in so many ways.
Underneath the light of paper lanterns and tiki torches, his large hand rests on my lower back, holding me close, the other hand grips mine on his chest as we sway. Cheek to cheek, his nose brushes against my temple every once in a while. My skin is peppered with goose bumps. I could blame the ocean breeze, but I won’t. It’s all Hunter Stone. When he leans down to press a kiss to my neck, my entire body lights up. This isn’t just a man on vacation. This is a man feeling the same attraction I am. A man who wants me as much as I want him. And I’m not going to let Hunter slip away from me again.
Reaching up, I quietly speak in his ear. “Would it be presumptuous of me to ask if you’d like to come back to my room?”
He pulls back to really look at me, a startled expression gracing his beautiful face. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “I wouldn’t normally ask after meeting someone a few hours ago. But we met before. Several times. Well, it was all in one day, but it didn’t feel like it.”
He chuckles. “I get it. Each one of those events felt like they were a day long.”
“For you they practically were. My point is, I don’t want us to miss the opportunity. While we’re in this vacation bubble, no stress from the outside world.”
I can’t ignore the deep breath he takes, but then he smiles. “I don’t think anything could make me happier in this moment than going back to your room with you.”
This time, I’m the one biting my bottom lip nervously. Looking around, I know no one is paying attention to us.
“Come on,” I say and grab his hand, leading him across the dance floor and through the courtyard to my room.
We race to the elevator to take us to the fourth floor where my room is. It takes far too long for the lift to arrive, probably because of the family of five who has twice as many bags trying to get off on the first floor where we’re waiting. But we finally get on and the doors close.
The energy is palpable between us. Sexual tension rolls off both of us in waves. When he stands behind me and softly runs his fingers down my arms, goose bumps break out across my whole body and I practically melt into the floor. This isn’t even foreplay and I’m already about to explode. If that’s any indication, this is going to be a very good night.
The doors open revealing a hallway void of anyone else. Within seconds, we’re standing at my doorway, nothing but a night of promised pleasure on the other side.
“Last chance,” I whisper.
Not a second later, his lips are on mine, tasting mine. I moan in response and that one sound has him pushing me up against the door, one hard thigh between my legs as he continues to devour my mouth. I’ve never been kissed like this. Not ever. I can’t get enough.
With one final peck, he says, “Does that answer your question?”
I nod quickly, my lips feeling puffy and bruised. Dear god, tonight