Free Eternity by Hollie Williams Page B

stairs, leading to my room, my second incorrect assumption of the night; that we would be going back to his room.
    “Err, this is my room” I state.
    “Very astute Kaitlin, nothing gets past you does it” he winks at me, depositing me on the cool stone doorstep.
    Slipping my key out of my clutch bag I hold my finger up at him “you will just have to give me one minute OK?” I begin to bargain, my room is a mess, clothes and shoes and underwear strewn about the place, yesterdays bikini drying on the balcony.
    He raises his eyebrow quizzically, but shrugs acceptance, as I open the door an inch and squeeze myself through, “You’ve got one minute Kaitlin then I’m coming in after you” he calls jokingly after me.
    Legging it round the room at lightening speed, I grab every item of offending clothing and stray shoe, chucking it all into the suitcase, which in turn gets dragged across the floor, then lugged into the wardrobe. I’m grateful that housekeeping have been and made the bed, a quick glance in the bathroom confirms that all the towels have been replaced and hung neatly on the rails. Excellent. One last look around the room, its acceptable; just as I reach the door the handle starts turning, I have just enough time to pose with hands on hips, head cocked to one side and an unimpressed look on my face, before the door swings open and Carlos pounces in. Seeing my façade he gives another shrug “I gave you one and a half minutes, that’s an extra thirty seconds longer than we agreed, you should count yourself lucky.” He states in way of an excuse.
    “You give me one minute, thirty seconds and then think it’s acceptable to ‘cum inside’?” I shake my head trying not to smirk, “if that’s all your offering I think I best cut my loses now” I say a giggle slipping out at the end.
    “Don’t I get anything for my performance on the beach?” he whines.
    Placing my hand on my chin, I cock my head over to one side, tilting my eyes up imitating deep thought “hmmm?” I mutter, as soon as the sound escapes my lips he attacks, tickling my sides and somehow lifting me at the same time; squealing at the assault I try and wriggle free, but he is too strong and merciless with his fingers, so that I can’t manage to do anything but laugh.
    As soon as we hit the bed he stops. Stroking my hair with his fingers, staring into my eyes as our breathing steadies, I’m completely lost in him; being with him like this makes it feel as though the whole world is at a standstill.
    I can already feel myself falling for him, hard. I need to rein these feelings in, just because he’s the first man to show me any attention for a few years, doesn’t make this more than just a fling.
    I place my finger on his chin and run it down the centre of his neck to the top of his chest until it rests, hooked into the first secured button of his shirt, tugging gently down on it. Without a word he sits up throwing his jacket off onto the floor and pulling his shirt off over his head in one smooth motion.
    His body is perfect, his olive toned skin is tanned and flawless, taught over his defined muscles, a small smattering of fine dark hair over the centre of his chest, but otherwise so soft and indulging. Putting my hands out I stroke his exposed torso, running my fingers along every faultless line. I sit up so I can kiss every inch, following those same lines with my tongue, his skin tastes deliciously salty. As I continue I’m aware of his breathing getting heavier, abruptly his strong hands grasp my shoulders and push me back onto the bed roughly; greedily he grabs the hem of my dress, yanking it up to my waist, then clutches at each side of my pants. Hastily, before he can remove them I place my hands over his, “um can you turn the lights off?” I ask tentatively, all too aware of the bright, unforgiving light that bathes us.
    For a second he looks disappointed, but swiftly shakes it off “sure” he says jumping from the bed.