Happy Saturday! In the spotlight this week is An Island Christmas 🙂
Story Tidbit: this is the first and, to date, only non-paranormal story I’ve written. It’s also one of my favorites ❤
After Blue Malone and her best friend are forced to cancel their Christmas vacation plans, their boss offers them the keys to his private island home in the Caribbean. The island home is gorgeous, and Blue can’t wait to relax and explore the lush surroundings.
Though, they are not alone on the island. Constant Abbett, the son of her boss, is a part-time resident of the island and is currently there on break from work. Blue has been attracted to him for years, since they met seven years ago, but she’s never voiced that attraction, for fear of him not wanting her back. She doesn’t want to ruin a great friendship. But with him so close, and the attraction to him growing by the minute as they spend time together, Blue knows she can’t hold her feelings back. She can only hope he feels the same way.
She was covered in water and mud. Any bare skin was barely visible beneath it, even her face had muddy streaks from when they rode across the beach at the other end of the island. And Blue couldn’t have been happier about it.
The island was roughly two miles long. They rode around twice, stopping in a few spots to enjoy the view or swim, before returning to the house.
“I’m headed to the shower!” Sherilyn announced as she practically bounced off the four wheeler. It was now parked in the wooden shed, the front of which was open and facing the ocean. She looked to Constant. “Thanks, by the way. That was wicked fun.”
“You’re welcome.” Constant laughed.
With Sherilyn jogging back to the house, Blue got off her four wheeler and smiled at Constant. “It really was fun, Con. Great way to start the day.”
He walked to stand beside her. “Glad you had a good time.”
Taking his shirt off, he turned it inside out and gently wiped the side of her face, next to her left eye, where she could not only feel the mud streak but the slight blur it created when her eyes moved to the left.
“Thanks,” she said, almost shyly.
He stepped closer, so their bodies were lightly touching. The need to press closer was too much to deny. She leaned into him, inhaling his scent— a mix of salt and something she couldn’t quite pin down. It was so intoxicating her body began to hum with desire.
A little voice in her head told her she should back away from him, from the heat swiftly building, but that was going to be near impossible with him so close.
Constant’s hands slid over her hair, which was in a loose bun, gently moving her head so she was looking up at him. “Even covered in mud you’re sexy as hell,” he said, voice husky, lips a breath away from hers.
Anticipation rushed through her, holding her on a cliff, and she really didn’t want to be on that cliff a moment longer. “I need you need you to kiss me.”