Page 38 of Capri

I twirl the ivory chenille fabric in my hands and take a moment to soak in the weight of today while I dress.

I had fun.So much fun that in my previous life, I would have felt guilty for it. That couldn’t be further from the truth today.

Letting go of my need to have a plan and know what’s coming next felt exhilarating. Throw in Jones, and the combination is flawless.

God, that man.

He has been the greatest surprise. I feel worshiped and seen, like he can read my thoughts and predict more about me than I would expect. It’s a peculiar feeling to have a connection like that with someone so new to my life.

He’s a coincidental stranger.

I’m not sure if stranger is the proper word to use when describing Jones now. We’ve been well acquainted, and I know the best is still yet to come.

At the mention of his brother’s memory, my heart shattered for him. He shared that devastating part of his life with me without question.

The trust was there.

“Feeling okay?” Strong arms wrap around me as soft lips kiss my neck.

I lean into the affection. “Yes. You didn’t have to do this,” I gesture to the lounge set I’ll probably never take off. “But thank you.”

He nods. “It’s no problem at all.”

Turning to face Jones, I smile and wait for him to make the next move. We went from things being hot and heavy to deep and uncharted; I’m not sure how to tread forward.

His eyes don’t give me the clarity I’m searching for. I can gather Jones is wise beyond his years, and that makes him that much more attractive to me.

“I wasn’t expecting you,” he tells me, tucking a wet lock of hair behind my ear.

“No?” I ask, unsure of where that came from.

He shakes his head, looking calm and collected, giving nothing away about how he’s feeling. “No. I think I needed it. Needed you.”

I start to speak, stopping him before continuing on about the possibility of this being more, when he stops me. “This isn’t a marriage proposal, Capri. I just mean…I’ve been…alone for quite some time now. You being here has made me feel less alone.”

I reach for Jones’ hand and lift it to place across my heart. “You feel that?” I ask him, and he nods. “I can’t remember the last time my heart has raced this fast. I may not know much about what’s next for you and me in our separate lives, but I do know one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“We were meant to meet each other, even if it’s only for a week. I believe people come into our lives with intention, no matter how they enter and when they leave. It’s the tattoo they leave behind that matters.” Tears fill my eyes as I think back on the last year of my life. “You’re a permanent impression. A tattoo of my time on this trip.”

“A permanent reminder of feeling alive.”

I nod. “I’m alone, too. You’ve helped ease that loneliness today.”

Wasting no time, Jones kisses me with a passion so deep, I feel it in my bones. “Let’s be alone together, Capri.”

His hands weave their way through my wet strands, kissing me like it’s the last time. There’s passion, lust, and carnal need in this kiss. Jones is ravenous, taking my lips and shifting the power between us into his own hands.

He growls with a heated force, “I can’t wait any longer. Just want one taste before you go.” Jones leans me back on the bed and settles himself between my thighs. “I need you to tell me I can touch you, sweetheart. Can I taste you? Will you let me eat this little pink cunt?”

Good god almighty.I could come from his words alone.

“It’s all yours, Jones.”

The grin that spreads across his face makes me weepy. I could bask in his full and contagious smile. “It is, isn’t it?” He asks me seductively, taking off my sweats and panties in one swift pull. “One thing you’ll learn about me is that I take great care of my things, Capri.”

Jones lowers his face to my pussy lips and takes a deep inhale, soaking in my arousal. He’s starving, and I’m ready to be devoured.

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