Today was the most wonderful, romantic, beauteous day ever!

I know, I know. I shouldn’t be so hyped up about anything that’s happened on this trip. It was for business purposes only. But it’s hard to remain professional when you’ve got someone lighting a wildfire beneath your surface.

After leaving me on the beach for his headache, Axel, Rose, and I relaxed for a while longer. I loved the way my skin drank in the sun. My tan was the best I’d ever seen it. Rose’s as well. Poor Axel! The guy’s ruddy skin couldn’t get a break. He was covered in sunblock from head to toe, yet he still looked like a tomato by the time we left.

“Damn sun,” he muttered.

I think Rose got him back to their room in time to give him a cooling bath and prevent sunburn.

I stopped by the room to shower and change, and then Hunter and I held hands casually as we went to get a bite to eat. We passed Yelena on the way to the dining room, and he lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it.

“You’re fucking beautiful, love.” He said, and the words sent a deep blush in my soul. My nipples hardened again, and I giggled.

Our couples massage followed after lunch. It was entirely wonderful. There was a little shyness about undressing in front of him, and remaining that way, simply covered by a towel for the women, but I was emboldened by the idea of total relaxation.

When the therapist touched my skin, I melted, breathing sighs and grunts of relief as she discovered and dismantled tension knots all over my body.

“You may feel really tired after this,” she said. “Drink a lot of water, and be sure to take a nice afternoon nap to recover and flush the toxins out.”

* * *

That night, there was a couples dance at the resort club. I wasn’t much of a partier, but Hunter convinced me to go with him.

“There’s nothing wrong with a bit of drinks and dancing, is there?” He asked. “Besides, I promise to be on my best behavior. If I get too close you can push me back.”

I blushed. I was getting more and more comfortable with him. Holding hands and pet kisses on the cheek, the nose, and the forehead were actually feeding my feminine essence, making me feel cherished and womanly.

The protective way he grabbed my hand and led me where he wanted us to go also felt so good at this point. I looked forward to entering or leaving somewhere, because I knew it meant he would be able to touch me.

This was such a forbidden situation… and I was getting wetter and wetter with every moment next to him.

Ed Sheeran’s “The Shape of You” began to play on the dance floor. The DJ pushed the tempo up a little, and we picked up the pace to move with each other.

“Come and put that body on me,” Hunter sang to me.

He sang the lyrics to me. “I’m in love with your body…”

Maybe it was a combination of several Jamaican cocktails, the chemistry, and the connection we were building, but this song felt like it was written for us.

I was falling for Hunter, he was wrapped around me, and we were in the sexiest resort on Earth. Everyone around us was moving, coupled up with blissful energy. Everyone else was touching, kissing, loving, and enjoying each other. Why couldn’t we just fall into the moment and do the same?

I pushed my hips back, rubbing my ass from side to side on Hunter’s cock. It was thick, at least from what I could tell, and it was totally ready for me. I’m sure I could handle it, even though it had been a while, because I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs, which were loose and limber thanks to that massage we had earlier.

“Baby,” I said, feeling the liquid courage in my veins. “Let’s go back to the room.”

I looked at him, and pursed my lips. He leaned down, offering me his cheek, but I adjusted his chin and went straight for his lips.

Our first kiss. On the dance floor. To Edward Sheehan, as he spelled out exactly how I felt. Nothing could describe the magnificence.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and felt his arms grab my hips. One hand slid down as he groaned into my mouth. As we merged our bodies, passionately pushing skin against skin, I realized a feeling I hadn’t felt ever. A feeling of completeness.

Our kiss was long, ravenous, slow, and erotic enough to make me hysterical. When we pulled away, my eyes were no longer innocent. They were intentional, lustful, and desirous.

I wanted Hunter to go back to the room with me. I wanted him to peel off this thin ass halter dress and this backless bra. I wanted to pour honey on these luscious nipples of mine, awakened by his presence, and experience him nurse them to life while wet magic poured between my thighs.

I wanted him to live up to his name, hunt me like one of his prey, and claim my body. It would make this trip perfect, memorable, and irrevocably mesmerizing for the rest of my life.

Once I got back home, there’d be nothing to hold on to but fake kisses and cuddles. I wanted to give myself to him, I wanted to make him feel my need for something wild, different, erotic… and completely unforgettable.

But my desires weren’t his.

As the music changed, and something more erotic and sensuous came on, we slowed down. He pulled me back into a dance, and looked into my eyes, his smile flirty and adorable.

“Baby…?” I pushed, wanting nothing more to do with this dance floor, and these people who didn’t need to see my lust.

“Love,” he whispered in my ear as we danced slow under the moonlight and stars. “You’re sweet as sugar from your earlobes to your ass crack.”

I moaned.

Gotdamn, gotdamn, gotdamn, gotdamn!

“But you and I already know this wouldn’t be good. We can’t go past the boundaries we’ve set for this weekend. I want you… trust me I do.”

“We’re in Jamaica, honey. Jamaica! Everyone around is giving in to their desires. We’re grown. I’m grown…”

He looked at me, and I could see the desire and fear in his eyes. “Darling, I stroked the shit out of my cock this morning when I left you at the beach. I have been imagining you in a million different positions and taking my cock in a million different ways. But I made a promise to your sister, and to my best friend. I would protect you, treat you like a lady, and give you the relaxation you needed. I want you… I do, but I can’t take advantage of you in this state.”

The boiling sting of rejection could barely be assuaged by the soft way he leaned forward and kissed my forehead. By that time I’d stopped dancing and simply looked at the floor.

He held my hand out, offering to continue dancing, and I held mine back and shook my head.

“I’m going to get a drink,” I said with disappointment. “See you back at the room.”

I walked off without looking back.

If all he would do is dance, grind, flirt, rub, and tease up on me - knowing I wanted more than he would ever offer - I needed to accept the tough truth now and adjust immediately.

We only had 24 hours left, one more day, and after that we’d be free. Maybe I could call my ex when I got back?

I’m not going back to that room anytime soon. Maybe after he falls asleep of course, I thought.

There was no way in hell I would face him again tonight if I didn’t have to.