Since it was just Sara and me, we were going to stay in the main house. The large home sat nestled in the lush forest with a beautiful view of the beach, only a few steps outside the master bedroom.
“I feel like I’m in a dream,” Sara said, not hiding her awe. It was another thing I found fascinating about her. She was so easy to read. She didn’t hide from her feelings, whether it was embarrassment, anger, hurt, passion, or awe. Clearly she’d had a sheltered life that didn’t involve travel or experiencing the world at large. But she was a sponge for learning. She wanted to know as much as possible about the world and how to live and be successful, evidenced by her interested in self-help books. I wanted to be her tour guide, not just in sex, but in seeing the world and experiencing it. I suspected I’d appreciate it more by seeing it through her eyes.
“It’s real, I assure you.” With my hand on her lower back, I escorted her into the open foyer of the house. The home was large and built so that every room had a view of the ocean. Windows were nearly all floor to ceiling, and could be opened to let the island breeze flow through, bringing the outside indoors.
“Mr. Raven. We have prepared an afternoon meal per your request,” one of the many staff who worked at the main house said when he greeted us.
“Thank you. Can you take our bags to the master suite?” I said to him.
“Yes sir.”
I took Sara’s hand and led her to the veranda where a table was set with fresh fruit, grilled shrimp and fried plantains.
“Would you like a drink sir?” Mathilda, one of the other house staff said as she came out to us at the table.
“Seltzer water please,” I said to her. I held out the chair for Sara to sit.
“I keep thinking I’m going to wake up,” Sara said eyeing the food.
“Not until you reach the sex dreams, I hope.”
“I had that on the plane.” She grinned at me.
I grinned back, which was another new thing in my life since Sara arrived. I think I’d smiled, hell I’d laughed more than I’d ever had. What was it about her?
“What do you do all day here?” she asked as I served her some food.
“Whatever you want. Sleep. Read. Swim. There’s a pool or the ocean. We can snorkel or go for a boat ride. Have sex.” I wiggled my eyebrows. “Whatever sounds fun.”
“The sex of course. All of it actually. I’ve never been on a boat except the ferry.” She popped a shrimp in her mouth. She closed her eyes and moaned, much the same way as she did during sex.
I ignored my dick’s response to her sexy sounds. “We’ll do it all then.”
Because of the long trip, the first day, we mostly lounged on the beach. It was hard because she was in that red bikini again. It was a difficult balancing act to show her I thought she was sexy without her thinking that was all I saw in her.
After dinner, I took her for a walk, watching the sun set over the water. By the time we got back to the front of the house, the moon was casting a beautiful glow over the water.
Sara walked to the water’s edge and put her feet in where a strip of moonlight shone. “It’s like touching the moon.”
“You amaze me.” I’d thought it, but only after she smiled at me over her shoulder did I realize that I’d said the words out loud. “Would you like to swim?”
“I don’t have my suit.”
“Who needs a suit? This is a private island,” I said.
She blushed. “But other people are here.” She looked up toward the house.
“They were here when Ash and Kade were conceived.” I pulled my shirt over my head.
She gaped. “How do you know that?”
“Because they were both born about nine months after my mom and dad came here. And my mom used to joke that she’d never come here again with my dad because she always got knocked up.”
Sara looked down. “Is that why you brought me here? To get me knocked up.”
Crap. I didn’t want her thinking I viewed her simply as a sexy body or business contract.
I put my hands on her shoulders. “I brought you here to relax and to make up for the ass I’ve been.”
She pressed her hands on my chest. “Thank you. I needed this.”
“So let’s swim.” I shoved my shorts down. “Full Monty.”
“I don’t have a Monty,” she said as she undressed.
“No, you have spectacular tits.”
I took her hand as we walked into the water. It was the perfect temperature. When I was chest deep in the gentle waves, I pulled her to me, loving how her warm body felt against mine as the water lapped around us. But it wasn’t just her body that had me in a tailspin, I realized. It was her. Her sweetness and honesty. Her acceptance of me even though I was clearly not worthy. Her bravery and outspokenness. Her ability to see and appreciate the small things in the world and the people around her.