Despite my freak out, Marco didn’t kill us that night. Or the next night, or the next. Although I hated to admit it, Corbin was right about Marco. After Corbin stood up to Marco that night, Marco stopped messing with us so much. Which basically turned our stay into a sort of a vacation, with the way Corbin and I had been…getting along.

It had been almost two weeks since we first arrived. According to Marco, Luis had been on a trip to the Caribbean, but he would be getting here ‘soon.’

We were both starting to get a little antsy that we still hadn’t found Luis. Back at base, they were probably freaking out.

And here Corbin and I were just enjoying ourselves.

The sunlight streamed into our room and I opened my eyes. Corbin was naked, sleeping spread eagle on the bed. Good thing it was a king size because the man took up a lot of room. I inched toward him and hovered my face over his, taking in his scent. I lightly ran my hand from his shoulder on down his chest and abs, not wanting to wake him.

After our conversation under the waterfall, our relationship had spurred beyond solely a physical thing. I felt comfortable around Corbin mentally, too. I let my guard down. I had made more love with him in two weeks than I had with Ned in the entire last year of our relationship. I didn’t know if that said more about how shitty me and Ned’s relationship was, or how electric Corbin and I’s connection was—probably both. Not to mention I hadn’t faked a single orgasm with Corbin.

Damn, I was getting horny just running my hand on his muscles. I ran my hand over his leg and I swore I saw his cock twitch a bit. He took a deep breath and I could tell he was still sleeping.

Corbin and I had gotten really comfortable with each other through the last couple of weeks. We’d even started a running joke that we’d make in front of Marco. I would say very sexual, submissive things, conveying that the only reason I was there was to please Corbin sexually. This might have offended my sensibilities in a previous life. But knowing that Corbin was so completely and utterly concerned with my pleasure made me more than fine with it. I loved having an inside joke between us.

I slid my hand down the V of his abs. I couldn’t help myself and I wrapped my fingers around his cock. Not even in a sexual way…just in an I’m curious kind of way. Could guys get hard in their sleep?

I looked into the camera and smiled. I wondered if Marco was watching us this early in the morning. Maybe I should give him a little show, just in case.

Since when did I think like this?

Corbin had rubbed off on me, the little sexual deviant. I meant that in the best way possible. He brought out the Alexa in me. In fact, I was starting to enjoy living the life of this very sexual alter ego.

The crazy thing was that I was falling for him. The whole crazy “pretend I’m his personal prostitute” thing had made me feel closer to him than any man I had ever been with. I felt like I had the license to be naughty in bed and he wouldn’t judge me, no matter what.

And somehow…that made our connection deeper? But that made no sense. Logic, Eva, use logic.

You’re a DEA agent, he’s a criminal. After you catch Luis Reyes, you two are done.

Sure, he was damaged, but weren’t we all in some way? I knew Corbin had a rap sheet a mile long, but everybody deserves a second chance, right?

I stroked his length, up and down. I hadn’t gone down on a guy in so long. But if anyone deserves a morning wake up, it was Corbin. He hadn’t even asked one time for me to go down on him. With Ned, it was him begging me every night and it seemed like such a chore.

Corbin groaned, stirring. I was nervous, but I crawled over and got directly on his side, perpendicular to his body for easy access. I tied my hair in a ponytail behind my head, and put my hand back on his cock. Slowly, I leaned my head down, opened my mouth and licked his shaft on the sides.

He opened his eyes and they darted immediately toward mine.

“Eva,” he growled, his voice gravelly. My heart beat harder, and I didn’t know if it was because he used my real name, or if it was because I felt like I might have surprised him with something I wasn’t sure if he’d like. Maybe he’d be freaked out by my morning enthusiasm.

“Yes?” I answered, grinning.

“You have never looked more sexy than you do right now, in the morning sun.”

I didn’t know why his words cut right through me, but they did. They made me shudder and sent goose bumps all over my skin. I felt so naughty for rising early to go down on him for no particular reason. Yet his words were soft, the vibrations of his voice so low.

I smiled and returned to what I started, slowing licking his length up and down a few more times. I lingered on his tip before taking him in my mouth.

He moaned louder and reached out to massage my head. He gyrated his hips in motion with my head until we found a rhythm. My eyes closed, I put one hand out and touched his abs, feeling his hardness with my tongue.

“Honey, open your eyes,” he said, touching my chin. “I want to see you.”

I looked up to see Corbin staring back at me, and a muffled mmmmm sound came out of my mouth. His hands dropped from my head to my back, and I became more enthusiastic with every bob of my head.

“Stop,” he said, softly but sternly.

I removed my head from his cock.

“Why?” I murmured.

“I want you to ride me, baby.”

Just the thought of him sliding inside me made me wet.

“I thought you’d never ask,” I smiled.

I straddled him and slowly guided his cock into me, one inch at a time.

“You’re already wet,” he smirked, a little shocked.

“Is it weird that going down on you got me warmed up?”

He was about to respond, but his eyes rolled up in the back of his head as I swallowed him up with my body, and all that came out was a gurgled “Fuck yeah.”

I started out slowly, grinding up and down on his length. Then faster. Then heaven. And I became an animal again.

I always thought sex with Corbin couldn’t get any better. And then something like this would happen. I grinded on him, and he played my hips in perfect motion, like I was the ying to his yang.

This was what happened when you had motion in the ocean and a nice big boat.

* * *

I lost track of the time, but when I came to, Corbin and I were cuddling and the sun was a lot higher in the sky than it was when we started. His big arms were wrapped around me and I nestled into him, the back of my body feeling every square inch of his muscles I was able to.

“Hey,” he whispered.

“Hey yourself.”

“I need to tell you something.”

“So say it.”

“I know this is crazy. Really crazy, but I have to tell you.”

“Corbin. What the hell is it?” I recoiled back to examine his face. For once, he didn’t have that typical shit eating grin on his face.

“I’m in love with you,” he said, and watched my face as the words sank in.

Adrenaline surged through my heart. I swallowed hard. My mind went a thousand different places. This was so fast for the L-word. How good is the audio on that goddamn camera Marco setup?

As crazy as it was, I felt the same way. Then there were five bangs on the door that would be too loud to be called just a ‘knock.’

“Corbin. It’s Marco. I need you now. We need to talk. Bring that whore of yours with you. We’ll meet on the patio in five.”

“Okay,” Corbin barked back.

We looked each other in the eye.

“I guess we better go,” Corbin said, moving to put his clothes on. “We can finish this conversation later.”