Page 6 of Surrender Your Heart
I smirked. “Always.”
She rolled her eyes playfully. “Still cryptic, huh?” She looked away for a moment before turning back, watching me like she was reading between every line. Then finally, she said, “So why now? Why reach out again?”
I shrugged slowly. “Maybe I couldn’t shake the thought that maybe we weren’t done after all.” That silenced her, but her legs shifted and her lips parted. I knew I was getting that pussy wet.
The driver took a turn onto the private road that led up to the villa. I watched her watch the palm trees whip past the windows, her reflection soft in the glass. She looked so damn good, it made my chest tight. As much as I wanted to believe no other nigga had touched her in the last year and some change, I would be a fool too.
“You been fucking?” I asked, voice damn near a whisper.
Her head snapped to me. “Excuse me?”
I smirked. “I’m sure you heard me.”
Honeyshook her head, grinning a little. “Uh, are we really asking these questions?”
“You gon' answer or deflect?”
She exhaled. “I’ve had sex, yes. I’m not a damn nun, Legend.”
“Did they make you cum like I did?”
“Why do you need to know?”
I leaned in, voice low as hell. “So I know just how much I’m gon' ruin every memory they left behind.”
Her eyes darkened as she pressed her legs together. Checkmate. She stared at me for a minute, and I didn’t break the gaze. This wasn’t no fantasy trip. I wanted her in all the ways I’d been pretending I didn’t.
“I guess we’ll see,” she murmured.
“Nah,” I said. “You gon’ feel this shit.”
The truck rolled to a stop outside the villa. The staff were already waiting with cool towels and drinks. I looked out, then back at Honey. I opened the door and stepped out first. I took the cool towel, nodded at my people, then turned to help her out. When her hand slid into mine again, something hit me in the chest. Real. Familiar. Warm. She stepped out. The sun hit her skin just right. Her scent hit me harder.
And I realized then… I actually gave a fuck.
About her.
About this.
And that shit was dangerous as hell.
Honey
T h ev i l l aw a sa dream and not in the cliché way. I mean legendary. No pun intended. Every corner of it felt designed for escape, indulgence, and intimacy. Clean as hell, neutral tones, dark woods, and golden accents. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the endless blue of the ocean, and the high ceilings made everything feel like air like you could breathe out all your stress and inhale peace.
And then there was Legend, walking through it like he built the place with his bare hands. The man was sex in motion. Period. His voice. His walk. That fucking scent on him—something dark and woodsy, laced with expensive cologne and masculine restraint. It was insane how fast my body remembered his touch, how fast it wanted it.
“There’s water and champagne in the fridge,” he said casually, glancing around the bedroom that looked like it was plucked from a life of luxury magazine. “Dinner’s in a few.” He looked back at me. “Unpack. Shower. Get comfortable. Meet me on the patio when you’re ready.” And with that, he was gone.
Twenty minutes later, I was clean, moisturized, and slipped into a fitted cream two-piece linen set—loose button-up shirt tied just under my breasts, matching drawstring shorts that hugged my hips just right. No bra. No panties. I let the island air hit every inch of skin I had. He wanted comfortable? I gave him casual slutty with intention.
When I stepped outside onto the patio, the heat grazed me, and the sky was already leaning into dusk, gold fading into burnt orange. The ocean looked unreal, like melted sapphire. A Bluetooth speaker sat on the low stone ledge, vibing out to old-school D’Angelo. Low. Sexy. Unapologetic.
Legend was lying back on the daybed, shirtless, legs spread, eyes hidden behind sunglasses, tattooed chest and muscles on full display. A blunt burned slowly between his fingers as he held a glass of dark liquor in the other. He looked like a problem, and he saw me before I said a word.
“Took you long enough,” he said, voice calm but laced with something else.
“You said get comfortable,” I replied, easing down onto the cushioned seat beside him. “Did exactly that.”
