Page 64 of Tangled Up In You
We were staying at a luxury resort called The Ritz- Carlton, and once we were off the plane, a car picked us up at the airport to take us there. The photoshoot was taking place at Cape Florida beach on Key Biscayne, which was only seven or so minutes from the hotel. We’d arrived a day early, so we could relax before I had to work.
As we drove through town, I took in the sights, but none were as breathtaking as Hunter. His face lit up as he looked out the window, and his excitement enhanced my own.
I’d traveled to countless places—for football games, vacations, and for modeling gigs—so I was used to the glamor of it all. However, I had to remind myself that Hunter had never left home. He’d told me that the farthest he’d ever traveled was to go to Branson, Missouri a handful of times over the years, which was only about three hours from Willow.
So all of this was new for him.
I made a mental note to spoil the hell out of him from now on. I had more money than I even knew what to do with, and I could think of nothing better than to spend it on him. Not just on this trip, but on all the others I planned to take him on in the future. Because I refused to let go of him ever again.
Even when my season with the Raptors started up again in a few months, I had faith we’d make it work between us.
When the car got to the hotel, the driver helped us unload our luggage, and I paid him a very generous tip for his effort.
“Wow,” Hunter said as he looked toward the entrance. “Do you always stay in such fancy places?”
“Maybe.” I smirked before nodding ahead and grabbing my bag. “Come on.”
***
The resort captured the essence of a tropical island, with the most beautiful sparkling blue water and white coral sand beaches. Our hotel room had a balcony that overlooked the ocean, plus a floor to ceiling window on the other side of the room that gave the same breathtaking view.
Hunter was sitting out on the balcony, wearing sunglasses, no shirt, and looking fucking delicious. The breeze coming off the water ruffled his dark hair, and he tilted his head back, soaking up the sun.
“What’s the plan for today?” he asked, not moving from his spot.
“Well, the shoot isn’t until tomorrow,” I answered, walking closer and kneeling beside his chair. We had a corner room, and it was more secluded than others. I doubted anyone could see us. I leaned forward and gently flicked my tongue over his nipple. “We can do whatever we want.”
Hunter shuddered and gripped my hair before running his hand down to the center of my back. “Mmm. I wonder how we can pass the time.”
It didn’t take us long to figure it out. I lay on top of him, moving my body on his sun-warmed skin. He smelled like coconut from his tanning lotion and berries from the fruit he’d been eating earlier.
After making out on the balcony, we moved to the bedroom and collapsed together on the soft mattress. Fuck. It was a rare kind of heaven, being entwined with Hunter. Each kiss was with purpose, each touch was beyond the physical.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said as he kissed down my chest.
His brown eyes flashed to mine as a smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “I can do that.”
Even though I loved topping, I really enjoyed bottoming for him too. Since we’d gotten back together, I’d done it more and more. It was an equal give and take between us. Exactly how I liked it.
We spent the following three hours in bed, and by the time we finally untangled from each other, the sun was setting. And it was a gorgeous sunset. The water looked like it was on fire as areas of the now dark water were glowing with various shades of orange.
“I’m starving,” Hunter said after we’d showered. He grabbed a shirt, and I got a glimpse of the sexy V-lines disappearing beneath his jeans before he pulled it on.
Unable to stop myself, I tugged him to my chest and kissed him. Maybe because I knew once we left the privacy of the room, I wouldn’t be able to hold or kiss him until we were alone again. Not without outing myself to everyone, including all the paparazzi who were more than likely waiting in the hotel lobby to catch a glimpse of me and Veronica—who was arriving later that night.
“I’m sorry I can’t be what you want me to be,” I whispered in his ear, still holding him close. “But I swear it won’t be forever.”
Hunter kissed the base of my throat before running the tip of his nose up the side of my neck and to my ear, sending shivers along my skin. “I’m not going anywhere, Cor. Coming out is scary. It sure as hell was when I did it, and I just came out to my parents and a few college friends. You have to come out to the whole damn world. It’s not fair, but it is what it is.”
We took the elevator down to the ground floor before going toward the restaurant in the back. There were a few restaurants, one for more seafood type dishes, one to get burgers, and the other was Mexican food. In the mood for fajitas and margaritas, we decided on the latter.
It was an outside dining experience. A thatched palapa roof covered the tables and tiki torches, fire pits, and plush lounge chairs were placed throughout. With the setting sun, it couldn’t have been a more perfect time to eat out there either. The oceanfront view, picturesque décor, and Caribbean type atmosphere made it both elegant and serene.
And just like earlier, the beautiful scenery was forgotten as I looked at Hunter.
Instead of his glasses, he’d chosen to wear contacts, which gave me a better view of his gorgeous chocolate eyes and long, dark lashes around them. His hair swooped on top, giving him that messy bedhead look that seemed to be theinstyle with most fashion models those days. He looked better than them all, in my opinion. He wore shorts that showed his sexy, toned calves and a short sleeved button up shirt that was made causal with it hanging open and revealing the simple white shirt underneath.
The waiter came right over to take our drink order, and even though he tried to hide it, I saw how excited the guy was to see me.
