I don’t play games. I know what I want, what I need. Lila’s hiding something…maybe from something…and that’s fine. But there’s something between us, something that has had my cock twitching since I first saw her on the beach earlier this week, something I’d very much like to explore further.

I meant what I said. If all she wants to do is to surf, I’ll gladly shrivel up like a fucking prune out here all night for a chance to spend our few last hours together. But I won’t lie. The sight of her stretched out on that board in nothing but that glittery bikini makes my dick hard, even in this fucking icebox of an ocean. I want nothing more than to feel her naked body writhing beneath mine, to hear her screaming my name as I thrust deep inside of her. And the more I sit and stare, the more captivating she becomes.

She has to feel it, too. Waist deep in that cool, crisp water, her glistening skin and insanely tight body, barely covered by a few scraps of fabric. I’ve never seen tits so perfect and an ass so bangable. But it’s more than just physical. There’s an aura around her, like she’s on stage, acting out her starring role.

I’d like to see her play a different type of role tonight.

Fuck me, I’ve got it bad. I’m not sure how it happened, since I usually don’t give a fuck whether or not a woman so much as tells me her name. It’s forgotten by the time I get dressed and walk out of her life the next morning, anyway.

With a look that sends a jolt straight to my cock, Lila steadies herself on the board and brings herself to a kneeling position. Pretty fucking impressive considering that, only half an hour ago, she could barely straddle the board without tipping over. Her hands settle on my shoulders, her lips mere inches away from mine. “I don’t want to surf anymore, Evan,” she murmurs. “You’re a great teacher, but I think I’m a little waterlogged. What do you think we should do about that?”

My breath hitches. Fuck, I need this…her. “I have a few ideas.”

Her hands move to the back of my neck and creep up to my hair. Christ, there has to be a fucking tent in my board shorts right about now. “Show me?”

I get lost in her hazel-eyed gaze, mesmerized by the way her lips move, imagining them wrapped tightly around my rock-hard cock. This woman has turned me inside out. With the snap of a finger, I’d do just about anything she asks. That’s usually opposite of how I operate, and I’m not sure how to handle this change in direction.

The scent of citrus hits my nostrils and I inhale, breathing her in. I snake a hand around the back of her neck, lightly fisting her hair. Her eyes glimmer in the soft moonlight settling over the water. My lips crash against hers with a carnal need that’s foreign to me. They’re so soft and warm and…cherry-flavored. My dick strains against my board shorts, aching to get into the action, but this kiss… I’m lost in her. Completely swept away by a stranger, and not just in the physical sense. I don’t usually care about connecting with women. Shit, I never share anything personal with them. I don’t even like talking because it just makes me remember the bad shit I keep buried. I’m not this guy.

Or am I?

Her tongue coils around mine – hot, wet, and hungry for anything and everything I have to offer. And trust me, there’s plenty waiting for her. A sharp pang reminds me that these are the final few hours I have to escape. Real life kicks in as soon as I get back on that plane tomorrow, but at this second, I’d give it all up for one more day with Lila.

Her skin pebbles under my greedy fingertips. I can’t stop touching her. I don’t want to lose the feelings she’s stirred up within me. For once, I just want to let go, to be in the moment, instead of using it as a way to hide from everything plaguing me. I slide one hand down her spine, underneath the knotted string bikini top, and with a flick of my fingers, the top is undone and sitting at her waist. Her large breasts press against my chest and her lips devour with a voracity I’ve never experienced, as if stripping her of the fabric unleashed some crazed sex goddess. Fuck me sideways. I can’t wait to find out what’ll happen once I untie the bottoms.

“Evan,” she breathes against my mouth. “I want you so badly. I’ve wanted you since I saw you on the beach this morning.” She dips a hand into my shorts and palms my dick, working the shaft with long, hard strokes. My breath hitches as her movements increase in speed, and for the first time in my life, I’m not the one in control. This woman owns me right now. And I’m not resisting. Not one fucking bit.

I pull her head back so my mouth has full access to the smooth skin of her neck. I won’t rest until I taste every inch of her. Her breasts heave under my kneading fingertips. I feast on each one, teasing her pink nipples with a little tongue and tooth action, and it drives her fucking crazy. She squirms in my arms, little cries escaping her lips, but never once does she let go of my cock. My God, I need to be inside of this woman. Now.

I lift her off the board, her toned legs wrap tightly around my waist. I run my hands down the bare skin of her back and squeeze the perfect globes of her ass.

She lets out a squeal. “Mm, now we’re getting to the good part.”

I wade through the water, dragging the board with one arm, holding Lila in the other. A ferocious burn assaults my muscles, but I don’t stop. Each staggering step toward the sand gets me closer to plunging into Lila’s tight, wet pussy. My feet finally reach the shore, but I don’t stop there. I look around and the beach is desolate. Still, we shouldn’t take any chances. I pull the board farther up the beach, my heart thudding with each step, and I drop it in a secluded dune. The small area is covered by palm trees and leafy green plants. It’s as private as we need it to be for the foreseeable future. I sink to my knees with Lila still pressed against my chest. I gently lay her back on the board, stroking the sides of her face. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. There’s something about her that’s so familiar, too. I can’t place it. Maybe it’s my mind’s way of letting me know I’ve found something that’s been missing for too long.

Her eyes flutter open, her pink lips swollen from my assault on her mouth. I trace a finger down her abdomen and hook it into one side of her bikini bottom, untying the string holding the pieces together. I undo the other side and slide it out from under her, exposing her perfect, smooth pussy. “I need to taste you, Lila.”

An odd look shadows her face, but seconds later, it’s gone. At least, I thought I saw it. I’m so fucking strung out right now, so blinded by lust, the lines between reality and fantasy are blurred.

I push open her legs, running my hands down her inner thighs, feeling them quiver against my touch. I flick my tongue against her clit, slow and deliberate at first, then faster as I plunge two fingers into her pussy. She writhes on the board, her loud moans making my dick swell. I replace my fingers with my tongue, lapping up every drop of desire coursing through her. She arches her back, thrusting her pussy against my mouth, her body beckoning me. I grip her hips, digging my fingers deeper as my mouth fucks her.

“Evan! Oh my God, I…I can’t take it! It’s so fucking good!” She squeezes her hands around my head, forcing me deeper, and then fisting my hair to stop me from moving. I don’t stop. I keep going.

“Scream as loud as you want, baby. Nobody will hear.” Like she needs an invitation. And I fucking love hearing her scream my name. That’s the beauty of this resort. There’s only one villa on the private beach, and it’s mine. Secluded doesn’t begin to describe this place.

I nibble at her nub, pushing my tongue into her dripping wet pussy. I can’t get enough of this woman. Everything about her is perfect…for me.

Her walls clamp my tongue as another orgasm tears through her. Her moans morph into full-fledged pleas for release. “You’re teasing me with that magical tongue, Evan, but get those shorts off and fuck me now. I want to feel your hard cock inside of me.”

She doesn’t need to ask twice.

I pull away and force my shorts to my ankles, kicking them onto the sand. I hover over her, blinded by her beauty, not thinking about anything but having her soft, wet pussy blanketing my cock. She presses her fingers into my hips as her legs open wide.

“What are you waiting for?” she murmurs, running her fingers through my hair.

I sink into her warmth, filling her inch-by-inch, her velvety walls swallowing my cock. Every drop of blood in my body seems to have gravitated toward my groin, leaving me pretty much brain dead. Not that I give a fuck. I can’t even remember my own damn name right now. I plunge deeper then pull out, slowly, deliberately, enough to drive her crazy and suck me back in. Which she does, again and again. I fuck her with long, deep strokes that keep her moaning and lancing my back with her long fingernails. I can do this all night long…on a surfboard or on a fucking picket fence.

My lips crush against hers, forcing them open with my tongue. Christ, since this afternoon, all I could think about was being inside of her, but now that I am, it’s still not enough. I need more. Always more.

This connection between us…it’s so strong, so powerful, so unlike anything I’ve experienced. I think she feels it, too. When she deepens the kiss, attacking my tongue with deep-rooted lust that matches mine, I know for sure. My cock throbs inside of her with each thrust, aching to fill her, but I need to hold out a little longer. I could have fucking shot my load once she pulled off that dress. Christ, I’ve been so pent-up, but I’m not fucking rushing this.

Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her to a seated position on top of me. I dig my knees into the sand on either side of the board, and she straddles me, her legs on top of mine. I press my hand into the small of her back and thrust hard and deep. Her pussy tightens as she rides my cock. I trail my hands farther down to her ass, gripping each cheek. Her nails dig into my skin, and I wince as the searing pain explodes across my back. She probably broke skin, but I don’t give a flying fuck.

A scream pierces the air and she bounces harder and harder on my dick, her juices dripping over my lower belly. “Oh, fuck! I’m coming, Evan!”

I clench my teeth and manage to thrust a few more times, draining every last drop from that perfect pussy before I allow myself to fill her with everything I have. I shudder against her, the tremors rocking me to my core. I feel her everywhere.

My brain is pretty much scrambled, but not enough to ignore the realization that I never put on a condom. Shit…

“Lila,” I pant. “I didn’t use a condom. I’m sorry, I guess I just got caught up—“

“Don’t worry. I’m on the pill.” She lets out a deep breath and snuggles into me.

Thank fuck for that stroke of luck.

We lie next to one another for what feels like hours, limbs entwined, bodies sweaty, spent, and still quivering with aftershocks.

“Fuck me,” she murmurs after a few moments. Her breath comes in short gasps, warm against my sensitized skin.

I rub her back, nuzzling her ear. “So, you’re ready for round two already. Good. Me, too.”

* * *

Holy shit. Did that just happen? Did the world really just flip me upside down and back again? Did I really speak those dirty words? This anonymity thing is so fucking hot! I can be however slutty I want and it doesn’t matter! I don’t have to worry about this little tryst ending up in the papers or on some online gossip website. Nobody is going to be looking for Lila, the little tart with dark hair and hazel eyes. Nope, only Evan cares about her.

And truthfully, that’s all I really want right now…to be the center of his world, at least for the next few deliciously toe-curling hours. Although, it’s hard for me to imagine how he can possibly outdo himself the next time, and with any luck, the time after that.

I fling an arm over my eyes, letting out a breathless giggle. “Where’d you learn to do all that?”

Evan smirks and rakes a hand through his hair before lowering himself next to me on the board. “I went to Catholic school.”

“Of course. That explains everything.” I trail my fingertips down his large bicep, tracing each ridge and ripple of his muscle and then over every inch of his tattoos. “Why couldn’t we have met a week ago? Why did it have to be on our last day?”

“Come on, you’re just saying that because you wanted to get more surf time in, and I’m the only one who was able to get you to stand on that board.”

“True, I would’ve liked to have taken full advantage of your surfing expertise.”

“Is that all I’m good for?” He snickers, the dimple in his cheek deepening. “My ability to get you vertical?”

“Actually, I’m more interested in your abilities while in the horizontal position.”

“I have lots of tricks I’m sure you’ll appreciate.”

“I can’t wait to experience them.” I should be freezing. I’m naked and wet, and there is a chill in the air. But his half-hooded gaze makes my blood simmer as it courses through my body.

A strong arm snakes around my waist, pulling me close. He laces the fingers of his free hand with mine and stares at me with such intensity, it’s almost frightening. It’s a look that makes me want to tell him things, to come clean, to air my secret. But that’s fucking crazy. I know I can’t. I have too much to lose, and protecting myself at all costs is the biggest priority.

His eyes flicker with something other than pure carnal lust. And it scares the hell out of me because I can see everything so clearly in that moment. A pang in my chest reminds me I’m on borrowed time disguised as someone as fictional as every other character I’ve ever played. Fantasy can never become reality. It’s why I have a job. People want to live out the dream, so they do it vicariously through me. I’m just a portal to their perceived fantasies. Lila is a portal to mine.

My body shudders from a chill, despite the smoldering gaze pinning me to the board.

“Lila, I didn’t come to this island looking for you. I have a lot of shit going on in my life right now, and I came here to escape from it all. But meeting you makes me feel like I need to start living again.” His hand cups my chin, tilting it upward, his penetrating gaze silencing my inner turmoil for a few fleeting seconds. “I’m tired of being numb all the time. I want more. I want you.” He tucks a wet strand of hair behind my ear. “I can’t explain it, but there’s something about you, something about what happened here a few minutes ago that tells me my feelings aren’t one-sided. It’s crazy, I know, but I’m going with it. I don’t want this to be goodbye.”

A tiny gasp flees my mouth before I can suck it back in. Worst case scenario. This man, with his god-like body, panty-scorching smile, and huge heart is melting away every possible protest my mind can conjure up at this moment. A mound of imaginary cotton wads in my mouth, and I can’t choke out a single syllable. How utterly inconvenient.

I shake my head. “No,” I rasp, still struggling to push past the herd of huge-ass elephants sitting between us.

My true identity.

The big fat lie I’ve been feeding him since those first moments in the bar to protect myself.

The fear that he’ll walk away if I don’t leave first. Or worse, that he’ll stay until he gets what he wants and then takes off, leaving my shredded heart in his wake.

But despite what I know, my feelings take command of my body. I slide my leg over his hip, flipping him onto his back. “I don’t want this to end, either.” My newfound voice quivers as the words tumble from my lips.

I’m a liar, petrified of what comes next. But I can’t tear myself away, either.

“Stay with me tonight,” he whispers, his hands stroking the sides of my face.

“Okay.” I smile, tracing the outline of his lips before grazing them with my own. I’d always thought those romance novels I used to read were filled with such ridiculous and cliché shit like, “My heart surged when his lips caressed mine.” Maybe I just needed to find the right lips because surge is a damn understatement judging by the way I feel right now.

I squint at the deserted beach. Night has settled into the sky, but the millions of bright and shiny stars make it glow as if the day is just beginning. It’s so quiet and peaceful, away from all of the noise of everyday life. I didn’t realize just how loud my life was until this week.

Evan rises and grabs my dress from a few feet away. My bikini top is floating somewhere in the ocean, not that I care. I don’t intend to be dressed for much longer, anyway. I shimmy back into the dress as Evan pulls on his shorts and grabs his t-shirt. It’s hard not to stare, especially in the moonlight. His muscles ripple with each movement and I want to lick every inch of his body, starting with those taut pecs. I bite my lower lip, my pussy still quivering from the sensations that continue to course through me. A tiny chill winds its way up my legs. Jesus, I’m like some oversexed teenager with raging hormones all of a sudden. I want more. Need more. Now, now, now!

Thank God I’m on the pill. It’s not like me to let a stranger go bareback, but things got so intense, my pussy took over and made the call. She’s such a pushy bitch sometimes.

Evan drapes an arm over my shoulders, pulling me close. “You ready?”

I let out a deep breath and snuggle into his chest. “If being ready means wanting you to fuck me senseless six ways to Sunday, then yes, I’m definitely ready.”

He snickers. “And that’s just the PG version of what we’re about to do. Come on, my villa is right on the beach, just behind the palms over there.” He points out a general area, but truth be told, I can’t see anything right now. It’s too dark, so I follow his lead, our fingers entwined, my feet digging into the cool sand. It feels like velvet between my toes. I bend to grab my sandals as we pass, letting them dangle from my finger. Being with Evan is pure bliss. I’ve never felt so free, yet I’m with a man I’ve known for less hours than I can count on one hand, and I’m burdened with a pretty damning secret.

Why can’t life be this sinfully delicious all the time? Why does everything good have to be so fleeting? My stomach clenches. Why can’t this bliss with Evan continue? Why do I allow my reality to keep sucking me back into its clutches? Better yet, why can’t I get a better grip on my life?

I can ask questions until the sun rises, but I doubt I’ll get any good answers. Or maybe the answers I get will be ones I’m afraid to hear.

I always thought I had everything, but tonight, I’ve seen what I’ve consciously allowed myself to miss. And now that it’s within my grasp, I don’t want to lose it.

His musky scent wafts around my nostrils, replacing any shred of sensibility with pure unadulterated lust. Jules would flip if she knew what I was doing…what I’ve already done…what I plan to do a hell of a lot more of before the sun cracks over the horizon.

If he can’t be my future, he’ll sure as hell play the lead role in my present.

A dimly lit path guides us to a lone villa buried in the tropical foliage, and Evan reaches into his pocket for the key. The air is heavy, humid, and chilly. I shiver against him as he wiggles the little credit-card sized key into the slot. Finally, a green light flashes and the door creaks open. It’s barely closed before my dress is yanked back over my head. I fling my sandals to the floor, raking my hands through Evan’s thick, dark hair as his greedy lips devour my neck. He lifts me into his arms and backs me against the door, pressing his erection against my pussy. I tighten my legs around him, urging him closer, praying that those shorts will simply melt away so I can feel him drive into me with that perfect pink cock.

Every touch, every kiss, every movement is frenzied, as if we know time is short and we don’t want to waste a single second of it. My hands race around his muscular body, desperate to memorize every angle and line. I quiver under his fingertips, sensing he is doing the same thing. It pains me to think that this tryst will come to an end sooner than later, but what’s worse is the hope I’d seen in his eyes just a few minutes ago. He still doesn’t know, and I can’t bring myself to tell him.

“I need you, Lila. I want to bury myself in that hot, wet pussy again. You make me feel so good, so alive,” he murmurs against my ear, his hands kneading my breasts. “I want everything you have to give, including that perfect ass. After I fuck your pussy and make you scream, that ass is mine. I promise you’re gonna love it.”

Such dirty talk. God, I do love it. My pussy clenches, slick with desire and dripping with need. I don’t know how I feel about the ass play, but I’ll let the idea percolate while he’s launching me into the stratosphere with that massive cock.

Yikes. Massive. Not exactly ideal for backdoor action. And it’s probably the only time women pray for a small cock.

My chest is so tight, I can barely breathe. I can feel him through the flimsy material, but I need him inside of me now. Jeez, when did I turn into such a whore? I guess this is what happens when vibrators are replaced with the real thing. It’s been so long, my pussy probably expected his cock to start thrumming. Speed up, slow down, speed up, slow down.

I’d almost forgotten what the real thing felt like. And good Lord, it’s so much more incredible than I remember.

The villa is dark, with only a few wall sconces lighting the way to the master bedroom. Evan’s fingers press into the small of my back, his lips scorching every inch of skin along their path. My head falls back, giving him access to everything and anything. He kicks open a door, and seconds later, I sink into a plush cloud of white and cream.

He presses into me, his hands palm my breasts, stroking and kneading them, making my mind turn to oatmeal. Really watery oatmeal at that. I can’t focus on anything except the power his body has over mine. My breaths become pants for more, so much more. I thrust my hips into him with a silent plea for him to drive into me and hurl me over the edge again and again until I can’t remember my own name.

Or my alias…

My fingers trace the indentations of his muscles as they ripple and tighten. “Evan,” I gasp. “Kiss me.”

He loses no time, stroking the back of my head and bringing me up slightly to meet his lips. When they graze mine, I wrap my arms tightly around him, committing every sensation coursing through me to memory. I need to remember this, feeling so alive and connected to another person. This can be my life, if I just allow myself to feel.

Evan’s tongue plunges into my mouth with a desperation that tells me he yearns for this just as much as I do. His broad chest blankets mine and his swollen head hovers at my opening. I don’t want his fingers. I don’t want his mouth. I want his cock, every glorious inch of it. He’s so devious, rubbing himself along my wet slit, teasing me to the point of making me shriek out in agony. Heat pools between my legs at his nearness, and he lets out a groan as he sinks into me, stretching me wide with every thrust.

“Fuck, you feel so amazing.” He presses as deep as he can and then stops, staring down at me. The heat radiating from my body does nothing to prevent my skin from prickling under his penetrating gaze. I lie beneath him, paralyzed by his piercing blue eyes. It’s so cruel to meet someone like him, knowing that in only a few hours, it’ll just be another past fling, some one-night stand with a guy I met on vacation. My chest tightens.

Unless it isn’t.

“Your pussy is dripping for me. I’m fucking drowning inside of you,” he breathes against my lips. “I never want to stop, do you hear me? Don’t ever make me stop.”

“I won’t.” And I actually mean it, which shocks the shit out of me. I don’t ever want this to end.

Our bodies rock against each other, slick with sweat and prickled with lust. I am so close to having the most massive orgasm of my life that I’m afraid to breathe. One false move, and I’ll lose it. And dammit, this feels too fucking amazing. Deeper, just a little bit deeper, and I’ll…

Without warning, Evan flips me on top of him with one swift movement, stroking my thighs and I let out a yelp almost immediately as his hard cock throbs inside of me. Fucking A, I can come right now and die happy. I clench my muscles and slide myself up and down his dick, drenching him in my juices. I place my hands on opposite sides of his shoulders and bring my chest over his, lowering myself just enough to let my tits graze his nipples. He tightens his hands around my waist. “You’re a fucking tease,” he growls, smacking my ass and gripping it tight.

I squeal, the delicious tingles spurring me on. “And you love it.” I roll my hips over him, swallowing his cock and tightening every muscle to pull him deeper. Oh my God, oh my God…

Every inch of my body tingles, from my fingertips all the way down to my toes. The scream that escapes my mouth is shrill enough to shatter the windows of the otherwise silent villa. Taunting tingles in the pit of my belly have morphed into flames that rocket out to my extremities, torching every cell in their path. I collapse on top of Evan, tremors rocketing through me as the toe-curling sensations take command of my body.

“Yeah, baby. Come for me now. You feel so good all over my dick.” He thrusts into me, once, twice, three more times and then lets out a yell as he fills me. I tremble in his arms, feeling his heat shoot deep inside of me.

I collapse onto his chest, my body plastered over him. I can die happy right now. His heart races, vibrating against mine in perfect time. They pound, thrum, and thump their response to what we just shared.

This is the truest meaning of connection I’ve ever known.