Nothing Left to Lose (68 page)

Kyle smiled and
motioned up the beach a little way. “I will show you to your villa.
Hassan, bring their luggage,” he instructed to the guy that was
already unloading our bags from the boat. “Please follow me.” Kyle
walked off quickly, with his flip-flops slapping against the bottom
of his feet with each step.

I grinned and
squeezed Ashton’s hand excitedly as we both followed behind him.
When I realised he was walking towards the little wooden dock and
the water villas beyond, I let out a little squeal of
excitement.

“The main
reception is located where we were just speaking. There are three
restaurants inside, snack bars, two swimming pools, a spa, a couple
of stores, and three bars. Up the beach, we run various water
sports, including kayaking, snorkelling and windsurfing. On the
edge of the beach here, each night from eight until midnight, we
have an outdoor grill. They’ll cook anything you want – steaks,
fish and lobster. If they have it, they’ll cook it,” Kyle boasted.
He stepped up onto the wooden walkway and waved out to the eight or
so villas on stilts that sat directly over the sea. “These are our
overwater villas. The one at the very end is yours.” Kyle pulled
two key cards from his pocket. “The one next door to you is empty
for the next two weeks so you’ll have privacy up there. The ocean
on this side is restricted access for the villas only so you
shouldn’t have people swimming there. No boats or water sports
allowed in this area so you can use it freely.”

I swallowed
noisily. Clearly my father had thought of everything because no one
was even allowed to swim near our apartment.

As he stopped
at the little wooden door and scanned the key on the black
electronic box on the side, the door clicked and he pushed it open,
waving me inside. As I stepped over the threshold, I had to gasp at
the sheer luxury of the place. It was stunning.

In the centre
of the large room was a ginormous cream sofa with a canopy hanging
from the ceiling that was draped around it. Next to it was a little
table with a large bouquet of flowers set in the middle and two
cosy-looking arm chairs. The walls on three sides were wooden, but
on the wall opposite the front door it was floor to ceiling glass
that looked out over beautiful, calm, uninterrupted ocean.

Ashton walked
in behind me, and I heard his gasp of shock too. Kyle waved at a
little white box mounted on the wall. “The air conditioning
operations are here.” He walked in a little further and motioned to
a door on the right. “This is your bathroom, complete with
whirlpool bath. The glass in there is privacy glass, which means
that you can see out, but no one can see in. It’s totally
private.”

“It’s
incredible,” I mumbled, shaking my head in awe.

Kyle nodded in
agreement and pushed open another door, waving me in. “This is the
largest of the bedrooms.”

The bedroom was
just as glorious as I thought it would be. The covers on the four
poster, king sized bed were pure white. Two red towels had been
folded and arranged into the shape of a heart, and little red rose
petals were scattered over the white sheets. The bed faced another
wall of glass so that the first thing you would wake to in the
morning was ocean, as far as the eye could see.

“Over there is
my favourite part of this whole villa,” Kyle said, pointing to two
armchairs. I frowned but walked over, shocked to see that a large
part of the floor had been removed and replaced by glass. The water
below was so perfectly clear that you could see every stone that
graced the bottom and every fish that swam. So far, it was easily
my favourite part of the villa too.

“Let me show
you the terrace, and then I’ll leave you two to get settled.”

As we walked
back through the lounge, I noticed that our bags had been placed
just inside the door already. As Kyle slid open the heavy-looking
glass doors, the warmth from outside hit me full in the face. I
sighed contentedly, squinting outside and unable to keep the smile
off my face.

Ashton busied
himself quizzing Kyle about when the maids would come, and how to
call for room service; so I walked around the deck, touching the
little table and chairs, and the sun loungers. As I leant against
the bannister and took in the magnificent view, I spotted a little
set of steps to my right. We had our own access to the sea right
from our terrace. With that and the room service, I didn’t even
need to leave our villa for the next two weeks.

“Well, I’ll
leave you to get settled. Good bye, Mrs Taylor. I hope you enjoy
your stay here with us,” Kyle called, waving as he stepped back
into the villa.

I grinned.
“Thanks. I’m sure we will.”

Ashton followed
him back inside, and I eyed the sun lounger, unable to decide if I
wanted to bask in the sun, or swim first. Just as I was making up
my mind, Ashton walked back out with a dazzling grin on his face.
“It’s really hot out here. You should come inside and put on some
sun cream.”

I nodded in
agreement. “I know.” My eyes again flicked to the sea, and I
finally made up my mind what I wanted to do first. Swimming.

Unfortunately,
there was the menial task of unpacking to get to first. It seemed
to take forever to find places for everything that we’d brought. As
I unpacked my sixth bikini, I realised that, in my excitement, I
may have gone a little overboard with the packing.

As I watched
Ashton silently unpacking his clothes and setting them in the
drawers next to my own things, I realised something. This place was
so remote, beautiful and romantic, that with the idyllic
surroundings, and minimal clothes covering his incredible body
every day, I knew I wouldn’t be able to fight my attraction to him
for the duration of this vacation. Just like in LA, the passion and
desire were already building inside me. There was no point in
trying to fight the inevitable. Now that we were away from school
and on our own, there was nothing to stop us from giving in and
having a little fun for two weeks. As I came to this realisation,
my stomach clenched with anticipation and a little smile slipped
onto my lips. It had been so long since his hands had been on my
body that I was almost buzzing with excitement.

Finally, after
what seemed like a lifetime of unpacking, I was finished. Picking
up the first bikini that I got my hands on, I smiled over at him.
“I’m going to change. I need to see if that water feels as good as
it looks,” I grinned happily, snagging a bottle of sun lotion from
the side and skipping off to the bathroom.

Once I’d
stripped out of my clothes, I pulled on my black bikini, tying
little bows at my neck and hips. Twisting this way and that, I
looked at myself in the mirror and chewed on my lip. It was
incredibly revealing, and not something I would usually choose, but
I’d picked it because it would be the one that would allow me to
tan without getting huge tan lines on my back and shoulders. I made
a mental note not to wear this one on the beach, I couldn’t have
other people see me in this; I almost felt indecent in it even
though I was entirely covered.

After spreading
on a layer of sun cream to all the places I could reach, I strutted
out of the bathroom, seeing Ashton in a pair of black swim shorts
and nothing else. I stopped short, my mouth popping open in shock
and awe as I watched the muscles ripple on his chest and arms as he
smothered white sun cream over his chest. My mouth was dry. My
hands were itching to take the bottle from his hands and smooth it
over his soft skin for him. I realised then how crazy I was about
him.

He looked up as
I walked out, and his hand stilled on his body. His eyes widened as
they raked down my body slowly, his bottom lip rolled into his
mouth. The blush crept over my face as he carried on staring, not
seeming to care that I knew he was looking. “Want me to do your
back?” I offered, nodding at the lotion bottle in his hand.

He swallowed
loudly, looking down at the bottle in confusion as if he’d
forgotten it was there. “Er… yeah. Thanks.”

I walked out to
the terrace, knowing he would follow me. When I turned back, he was
standing by the sun lounger, still watching me avidly. I smiled and
took the bottle from his hand, nodding towards the sun lounger,
motioning for him to sit.

Rubbing sun
cream on his back was a sensual act in itself. I did it slowly,
letting my fingers explore the tanned skin of his back and
shoulders, making sure not to miss a spot. The simple action of
rubbing cream on his body was making me tingle all over and a
burning ache start between my legs.

The whole time
I was fighting my inner slutty side that just wanted to push him
down on the sun lounger and ravage him until I passed out from
exhaustion. There was a fairly good chance that I wouldn’t get a
tan at all on this vacation if my hormones had anything to do with
it!

When I was
done, I pulled my hair into a messy bun and held out the bottle of
sun cream to him as I turned on my seat and offered him my back.
“Will you do me?”

He didn’t
reply, just squeezed a blob of cream into the palm of his hand
before rubbing it into my back in small circles. I closed my eyes
and focussed on my breathing, trying not to let his touch send me
over the edge. Finally, he was done, so I turned back and smiled.
“Thanks.”

He stood. “No
problem. Can’t have you burning on the first day, can we?” he
joked. Ashton turned and stalked off towards the stairs, leaving me
there with my insides melted and my heart beating excitedly in my
chest as I watched the muscles in his back and legs tense as he
took a step. As he dipped his toe into the water, he moaned in
appreciation. “It’s so warm. You’re gonna love this!”

As he dove off
the first step and into the water, I sighed dreamily. This place,
his touch, the thought of his hands on my body and his mouth on
mine, all of it was so overwhelming that it almost felt like a
dream. After Jack had died, I never thought I would be happy again,
but Ashton just seemed to be able to make everything better with
one of his little smiles.

I stood and
walked to the edge of the terrace, leaning on the wooden railings.
The water was about five feet below, kind of like a second diving
board at a pool. As Ashton resurfaced and shielded his eyes from
the sun, looking towards the beach, I smiled and raised my foot to
the bottom railing. Leaning over slightly, I looked towards the
beach but couldn’t see anything at all. Our villa, as Kyle had
suggested it would be, was totally cut off from everyone and
private.

“Is it deep?” I
called.

He looked down
and then disappeared beneath the water before few seconds before he
broke the surface and whipped his head back, flicking the water
from his hair. My stomach fluttered, and a little moan of
appreciation slipped from my lips. “It’s probably about ten feet,”
he shrugged, looking unsure. I smiled excitedly. Ten feet was
adequate. As I raised my bare foot and started climbing up the
railings, Ashton gasped. “No, Anna! What the hell?”

As I got to the
top railing, I held my hands out for balance and shook my head at
his overprotectiveness. “Chill, Pretty Boy.” After taking a deep
breath, I linked my arms over my head and dived off the side. As
the warm water touched my skin, I closed my eyes at the sheer
luxury of it. It was perfect, like diving into a warm bathtub.
Kicking my legs, I swam a little way underwater before breaking the
surface, rubbing a hand over my face. As I opened my eyes I
couldn’t help but laugh at the stern and disapproving expression
that was plastered on Ashton’s face.

“Don’t do that
again. Jesus, Anna, what if you’d cracked your head or something? I
was only guessing at how deep it was,” he scolded, scowling at
me.

I bit my lip
and nodded, trying to appear appropriately abashed as I swam over
to him slowly. It was time to set the rules. I didn’t want any body
guarding crap on this vacation. Ashton needed to loosen up and have
fun too. “Ashton, seriously, I can dive off the railing. Come on,
lighten up. We’re on vacation, just the two of us, privacy, views
of the ocean, room service. Please relax and have a good time,” I
begged. As I spoke, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled
him closer to me.
It’s time to start the fun right now!
As I
thought about what was about to happen, my whole body was thrumming
in need.

His face
softened the closer he got to me. “I still need to do my job,” he
protested.

I nodded
slowly, wondering how on earth to seduce him without flat out
begging like last time we went away together. “Mmm hmm, your body
guarding job,” I whispered.

He gulped
noisily. “Yeah. So don’t make it hard for me.”

In one swift
movement, I wrapped my legs around his waist, clamping myself to
him. I could already feel his excitement pressing against me.
Too late, he’s already hard!
I giggled excitedly. I could
barely wait any longer, but I just wanted to have a little fun with
him first. Tightening my legs around him and trusting that he’d
keep us both afloat, I moved my hands behind my back, quickly
untying the knots of my bikini top. Once it was unfastened, I
pulled it off, lifting it out of the water and showing him it
before tossing it in the direction of the terrace, not even caring
if it made it. He groaned and his eyes immediately dropped
downwards as his eyebrows furrowed.

I smiled
wickedly. “And what if I want to make it
hard
for you?” I
flirted. While he was distracted, I shoved my hands down, getting
to work on the knots at my hips, tugging quickly.

“Well, I guess
life is supposed to be a little hard,” he muttered
breathlessly.

A little
hard, jeez, it feels like he’s smuggling an iron bar to me!
I
giggled at the thought and tugged the bikini bottoms free, again
lifting them out of the water to make sure he saw them before
tossing them to the terrace. A pained expression flitted across his
features. I couldn’t stop the smug smile that stretched across my
face.