I flew her all the way to St. Thomas just to hear her scream my name, and no one was going to fuck it up for me.
Sawyer booked a suite in the same hotel as us, and I imagined it was for the same reasons. The little time I’d spent with Aspyn was enough for me to know she was a firecracker, and I’d bet my right nut she was a spitfire in the bedroom too. We were staying at The Marriott Frenchman’s Cove, and I booked a suite with a balcony overlooking the water.
I made a great living as a real estate agent. Being the ladies’ man came in handy for selling a home. I knew what women wanted, the kitchen and master closet were always the best-selling points of any house, and I made sure my clients were happy. I sold more homes than anyone in my division in the last year alone, coming in first for quarterly sales.
I worked hard and played even harder.
But for the next week, Sage was my only priority.
“Wow,” she breathed out, walking into our place.
I was used to being in expensive, lavish homes; however, the view to the Caribbean crystal blue water in this suite was probably one of the sickest views I’d ever seen. Still, I watched Sage take everything in because she was quite the sight. This might sound cliché as fuck, but the water was only the second-best view in front of my eyes.
The smile on her face was enough to bring any man to his knees, and I resisted the urge to do exactly that.
“I have a surprise for you.”
She glanced in my direction. “Ashton, you’re too much. What more of a surprise could you possibly give me other than this trip?”
She was glowing.
Fucking radiant.
Bright, shining, stunning.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“How am I looking at you?”
“Like you’ve never seen a woman before.”
“Not one like you.” I nodded toward the bedroom, and she narrowed her eyes at me. “This is where I’m going to need you to get naked. Today is the day.”
“For what?”
“For me to make you come.”
Her gaze widened.
“Better hurry before the water gets cold, Sage.”
“The water?”
Grabbing her hand, I led her into our bedroom. Going straight for what I asked the hotel to do for her before we landed. I wanted her to really relax on this trip. What better way to begin than with her naked and wet.
During our conversations on the phone, I noticed that Sage was extremely busy most of the time. It was hard to get her to myself, even for a phone call. She didn’t talk much about her life, and it was what I wanted to know about the most. She kept our conversations focused on me, despite my efforts to get to know her better.
It was almost like she was hiding something. I could tell by the sound of her voice when I reverted our talks back to her. She had no interest in telling me what I casually asked and craved to know. Not to mention, she’d mute our call sometimes when we chatted. I noticed when the line would go silent.
Why couldn’t I hear what was happening at her house?
One of my goals of this trip was to figure out what she was holding back on.
Was it me?
If our relationship was going to keep heading in the direction that it was, then I needed her to open up. This was a two-way street, and so far, it felt very one-sided.
“You made me a bubble bath?” she asked with glossy eyes when we made it to the bathroom, showcasing a huge tub.
I had the staff go all out.
Bubbles.
Rose pedals.
Bath bombs.
Even that shit that was called bath salts.
A bottle of Dom Perignon chilled in the corner of the tub.
“I can’t take all the credit. The staff put this together for you.”
“Ashton, this is… I mean… I don’t…” She shook her head, trying to gather her words. “What are you doing to me?”
“I’m making you wet.”
She blushed, and it was my new favorite shade of red.
“Now, get naked for me.”
“You first.”
I grinned. “No, sweetness, this is for you. Not for me.”
“What about us?”
“We have the rest of the week to focus on us. Right now, this is about you. For you. From me.” Slipping my fingers into the thin strap of her dress, I knew Sage was shy, and I didn’t mind helping her get undressed.
Her breathing hitched the moment she felt my fingers on her silky skin. In one swift motion, her dress hit the floor and pooled at her feet. She stood there, only wearing untouched silk panties. My predatory stare rolled over her body as I snatched the sides of her panties and slid them down her luscious thighs and ass. Getting on my knees in front of her, I dragged her panties to the floor, and she stepped out of them.