Page 4 of Til Death Do Us Part

“I see. How did you think I’d put on my swim trunks? Over my clothes?”

The laughter in his voice made my hackles rise, but I wasn’t going to let him get to me. The only reason he was having this profound effect on me was because it had been far too long since I’d gotten laid. That tended to happen to women after a serial killer had been going around killing women in their own town. The odds of Oasis having another man going around killing its residents were slim to none, but it didn’t matter I didn’t want to be another statistic.

“No, of course not.” I finally answered, still looking at the door. I hadn’t heard him move or try to get dressed yet, so I was keeping my eyes planted firmly away from his God-like body. “It’s been almost thirty minutes, and I thought you’d be dressed.”

“Sorry about that. I wanted to wash my flight off me and then I got carried away in there. Did you want to walk down together?”

Not now that I’d seen him in all his naked glory. I wasn’t sure how I was going to survive the next few days when I knew every time I looked at him, I’d keep picturing him without any clothes on and his magnificent cock.

“If you don’t mind,” I answered shakily. Maybe he’d take another half an hour getting dressed and I could go back to my room and take care of myself. That was probably a good idea. Then I wouldn’t want to jump his bones every two seconds.

“Not a problem. Give me a minute to dress and gather my things. I don’t know about you, but I’m starved.”

Starved for you, but I doubted sex was what he was referring to.

“I could eat,” I squeaked out. Damn it, Everly, get a hold of yourself. He’s just a man. A very well-endowed man, but none the less just a man. He probably picked his nose or grabbed himself in public all the time.

Movement behind me had me wanting to turn and get another glimpse, but I held firm. One more look at that gracious plenty and I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to control myself. Just the thought of it had me internally moaning.

“Did you say something?” he asked from right behind me.

Heat rose from my toes up to my ears. I felt like I was on fire as I slowly turned around and found him in a t-shirt that hugged every single one of his muscles and let me tell you Leo seemed to have more muscles than any man I’d laid eyes on. He wore swim trunks that hit him mid-thigh and were a little tight around those thick thighs and flip-flops. How even his feet seemed sexy was beyond me. Tonight, I’d be pulling out my vibrator that I’d luckily packed and use it until all thoughts of Leo were a distant memory.

Instead of answering and likely having my voice crack from his proximity and hotness, I shook my head and adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder.

Leo looked me up and down before licking his lips. “What do you say we go?”

I felt like he wanted to say more but was holding himself back, or maybe it was my imagination at work with my hormones zipping through my veins.

Holding the door open for me, I swore I felt Leo’s hand touch mine as I passed, but when I looked down, it was by his side.

We walked silently and as far apart as the halls would allow to the elevators, but once we were inside and headed downstairs, it was like a magnet was trying to pull us together. The harder I fought the urge, the more I wanted to place my hands on him and rub them over the ridges of the muscles I’d seen earlier. I wanted to drop to my knees and feel the weight of his cock on my lips before I sucked it deep into my throat.

Before I had a chance to make my move, the elevator dinged, signaling for us to get off.

Being around Leo was making it damn hard to think about anything but sex, but as I saw Jordan and Camilla whispering harsh words to each other the moment I stepped out of the elevator, my libido cooled a fraction.

I knew it wouldn’t hit igloo temps until I took care of myself and was hundreds if not thousands of miles away from the Swede I wanted to get in my pants.

“What was that with you and Jordan?” I asked the moment we found four loungers together and placed my towel down.

“Nothing.” She shook her head. When I gave her a disbelieving look, she finally admitted. “Just wedding stuff. It’s not a big deal.”

“Fine, if you say so,” I relented. Kicking my foot out, I tapped her with my toe. “You didn’t tell me Jordan’s friend looked likethat.” I tilted my head in Leo’s direction.

“Because he didn’t. Last I saw Leo, which admittedly was probably close to two years ago, he was this tall, lanky kid, but now…”

“He’s all man,” I finished for her.

“He is,” she agreed breathlessly.

Jabbing her in the side with my elbow, I laughed. “You can’t be thinking like that. Not when you’re only days away from getting married.”

“Who said? Looking isn’t touching,” she bit out.

I turned to my best friend to find her staring over at Jordan who was damn near panting over a couple of girls in barely there bikinis, who stood beside him at the bar. On the other side of him was Leo, who had his own gaggle of women vying for his attention.

“You can’t be mad at Jordan. He’s only talking to them while he waits for our drinks.” Since the day I met him, her fiancé had always had women throwing themselves at him. While he seemed to love the attention not once had he stepped out on Camilla. She, on the other hand, I couldn’t say the same was true. She’d get jealous, hit on some random guy while out at a bar, and then end up going home with him.

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