“Older brother.” Marcus chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
We laughed ourselves out, then stood in awkward silence on the deserted beach. There wasn’t a soul in sight. No one around for us to keep up the charade. It was just him and me, and all these unanswered questions.
After a few minutes, he cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Listen, Becca, there’s something you should know. After you left the boat last night, I—”
“Look out!”
I leaped automatically backward as a huge wave barreled toward us, landing me squarely in Marcus’ arms. He covered me protectively as it rained down over our heads, tensing and bracing himself in the sand. When it was finished, we stayed still as statues, panting and blinking the water from our eyes.
“Sorry,” I gasped as I peered up at him. “I didn’t—”
He kissed me.
There was no one else around. No one watching but us.
I kissed him back.
Oh yes…I had undoubtedly, most definitely, gotten in over my head…
Chapter 22
Back in the room, we decided to do a tequila shot. We agreed to just one.
I seductively looked into Marcus’s eyes and softly ran my fingers across his lips. “You know how this works, right? Lick-sip-suck.
He shook his head, grinning.
After his shot, I put some salt on his neck, then I put the lemon wedge in his mouth. His eyes widened as I put the shot in his pants just above the zipper.
“Rebecca, I’m not going to be able to sleep with you in the same room.”
“Am I getting you all hot and bothered? That’s only supposed to work for real girlfriends, right?”
He laughed.
I licked the salt seductively off his ear. He let out a soft moan as my tongue ran up his earlobe. Then I knelt and slammed down the tequila. I swear I could hear his heart racing as I sucked the lemon wedge out of his mouth.
It was so erotic, so sensual.
“You’re teasing me,” he said.
When he went to kiss me, I stopped him.
“No, no. That’s only when the cameras are around. I don’t see any cameras around, do you? ”
He pulled me close. “You’re so fucking hot.”
I gazed into his eyes and softly kissed his lips. “Goodnight, Marcus.”
* * *
I had my weird dragon dream again. Only this time, it wasn’t the dragon that turned into a jigsaw, it was me. The last thing I saw were its ocean-green eyes as a million little pieces of me fell, scorched and burning, back to earth.
I jerked awake, clutching my chest and panting.
Fuck dreams.
I’d slept all night without waking up even once. Pulling on my complimentary bathrobe, I tiptoed down the hall and peeked into the living room. The couch was already neatly made, and there was a note on the pillow. Even after only a few weeks, I already recognized Marcus’ messy scrawl: