Page 50 of 7 Nights of Sin

Chapter 16

Caro

The fifth night found us much like the other nights had. Eating together, drinking, and then fucking.

That time Kevin had me on the kitchen counter, bent over with my legs spread wide, practically on my tip toes as he thrust into me hard and fast.

There was a window over the sink, just a few inches to my right, but I didn't care if my voice carried while I moaned and arched and begged for him to keep going.

He slapped my ass hard enough to leave handprints behind and made me come so hard I went weak in the knees and nearly ended up in a heap on the kitchen floor.

Of course, he was much too proud of himself, so I woke him up in the middle of the night by straddling him and riding him hard and fast with my hands pinning his to the bed.

Of course, he was much stronger than I was and could have broken away at any time, but I appreciated him humoring me and letting me have the upper hand.

The next morning when I went to shower, he joined me, and we ended up wasting a lot of water while he held me up, my legs around his waist as he fucked me right there against the slick, warm shower wall tiles.

We had sex in basically every room in the sprawling beach house, and it never seemed to get old. Each time he touched me, it sparked desire, and he got me off so many times that thinking about going back to my old life, where if I wanted orgasms I had to give them to myself, was depressing as hell.

So I just didn't think about it.

Kevin kept being so kind and sincere, too. He complimented me all the time, cooked for me, talked about the things he wanted to do with me when we got back to the city.

It was so easy to picture this carrying over, but at the same time, there was a pit in my stomach at the thought of it. He'd left me behind once already, and we still hadn't talked about what was actually happening between us. It was just so much easier to focus on the sex and the food and the parts of it that were fun and not terrifying and vulnerable.

On the last night we would both be there, Kevin said he wanted to go out.

"It's funny that we're here in this island paradise, and we've been spending so much time inside." He grinned, making it clear that he knew exactly why that was the case.

"I can't believe I've been wasting all the time I could have been exploring the island messing around with you," I teased, rolling my eyes. "I'm an idiot."

"Well, tonight we're going to go out. Have some delicious food. Maybe walk along the beach?"

It sounded dangerously close to a date, but it also sounded really nice, so I didn't complain. Instead I just nodded, agreeing to do that with him.

I dressed up as much as I could with what I had brought with me, which was basically just a classed up version of my usual business casual. I threw on some makeup and actually took the time to curl and style my hair, and when I came down the stairs to meet Kevin, the look on his face made the extra effort worth it.

He looked like someone had taken the wind out of him, and he held out a hand for me to take, as I came down to join him.

I surprised myself by taking it.

He'd called a car to get us to the restaurant, and it was a beautiful place. Open to the warm air that wafted around us, even this late in the year.

They had a bevy of fresh fish and poke and all manner of other dishes, and just staring at the menu was making my stomach growl.

To my surprise, I wasn't consumed with thinking about the last time we'd tried to have dinner out together. There were a lot of successful meals between that one and this one, and I felt much more comfortable and much less on edge than I had then.

I felt like I had six years ago, when I'd been sure everything was going to work out, but I didn't want to poke at that too much.

I wanted to eat fresh caught tuna with a pineapple salsa and split a plate of short ribs with Kevin. I wanted to listen to him talk about his teammates and his friends and tell him juicy details about some of the clients I'd had.

It was so easy, and so nice, and by the time we'd finished eating, I was warm and comfortable and smiling easier than I had in years, probably.

Kevin just had that way about him. When he wasn't irritating me to no end, he was making me feel like the only person in the room. Those bright eyes focused only on me when I talked, like what I was saying was more important than anything else.

No one else had ever made me feel that way before, and I remembered that being one of the main reasons why I wanted to be with him before everything had gone to hell. He just...understood me. He never made me feel like I was strange or stupid for the things I enjoyed and the things I wanted to do.

And he was still like that. His questionable hobbies and indiscretions aside, he was a good person, and I could feel myself slipping back into the mode of always wanting to be with him.