Chapter 6

The salt air hung heavy and thick, clinging to my skin like a second layer, mixing with the scent of woodsmoke and the musky, primal aroma of desire that seemed to radiate off him. We had slipped away from the main group, leaving the laughter of friends and the crackle of the massive driftwood fire behind, retreating into the semi-darkness of the private beach cabana. It was a secluded corner of the resort, just beyond the reach of the main party lights, where the sand met the shadowed wall of the structure. The ocean roared in the distance, a rhythmic, hypnotic backdrop to the heat building between us. He had me pressed back against the rough plaster wall, his body a solid, unyielding weight against mine. The driftwood fire popped and hissed somewhere out there, but in here, the only sound was our ragged breathing and the slap of wet sand against our bare feet. He had pushed my dress up to my waist, exposing me completely to the cool night breeze, but I barely felt the chill. I was burning up. My cunt was throbbing, slick and ready, but my mind was fixated on the part of him that