Chapter 4

God, he's sexy! Maybe that's the champagne talking, but I can usually handle more than two glasses of bubbly before all my inhibitions head for the hills. The problem is I can't blame how I'm feeling right now on being drunk. It's just that he really is charming.

And gorgeous. I've tried to remember how rude he was to interrupt my dinner, but every time I do, he says something that makes me smile or giggle.

Me, Salem Roberts, giggling. If my sister could see me now.

"I prefer to say I was intrigued and wanted to get to know you better than rude," he says with a smile that melts my insides.

"I'm thinking you must be a lawyer back in your real life because you have a way of double talking," I say as he stares into my eyes and I feel myself falling for him.

At this point, I'd usually slam on the brakes and stop what's about to happen next from going any further. I don't like when men are this charming. It unnerves me and makes me sure they're hiding something.

That's the good thing about us both agreeing to lie about who we really are, though. This man—this gorgeous man with the muscular body that I can't stop looking at and dark brown eyes that may have the ability to hypnotize—can't hurt me because he's openly lying and I know about it.

I'm not sure I'd like the rest of my romantic life to be like this, but I can't deny I love how freeing it feels to actually not care if someone is telling me the truth. Without having to focus on trusting a man, I get to be myself with him.

"Not a lawyer, and no, that's not a lie," he says as he softly rests his palm on my thigh.

My skin under my dress feels like it's on fire as I study his hand sitting there on my leg. It's got a possessiveness to it that usually makes me recoil. What kind of seductive power does this mystery man have that he seemingly can change my personality in the span of just an hour or so?

He looks down at where his hand touches me and then up into my eyes. "So now you know I'm not a lawyer. I think that must give me some bonus points, right?"

"You don't like lawyers? What if I'm one?"

A flash of disappointment comes over his expression but disappears as quickly as it came. "Then I might have to change my opinion on that profession," he says with a laugh. "Honestly, I've never met an attorney who made me want to sleep with them. Then again, most of the lawyers I've had to deal with are old men."

The way he's so open and honest even when he's supposed to be lying makes me smile. Some of the best people I've ever met in my life are open. I suspect I find them so appealing because they're the opposite of me. Tonight is the most open I've ever been. Even as a child, I was defensive and closed off. I've always told myself some people are just naturally like I am, but hanging out with this man for the past hour makes me think there's nothing natural about maintaining the walls I've erected around myself.

That doesn't mean they're going to come crumbling down in one night, though. He may be gorgeous and sexy and expertly seducing me right now, but that doesn't mean anything more than just two people having a good time.

And that's enough for me.

"You got quiet there," he says as he sits up next to me and positions his face mere inches away from mine.

"Just thinking about you wanting to sleep with old men," I joke.

That catches him off guard, and for a long moment, he simply stares at me oddly. Finally, he smiles, and it lights up his face.

"Definitely not a lawyer. I don't care what you say. You're way too sweet to be one of those."

Now there's a word not usually associated with Salem Roberts. Sweet. I doubt he'd find five people in the entire New York City area who would agree with that assessment of me.

I like that he thinks I'm sweet, though. It's like I'm getting to be someone I never could be in real life, but for our purposes tonight, I can choose to be anyone I want to be.

"Okay, I confess. I'm not a lawyer. I know some, though, and they are definitely not sweet people."

He doesn't respond but instead leans in to kiss me softly on the center of my lips. It's sensual and teasing, and all I can think of is how much I want more of what he offers.

When he slowly pulls away and looks at me, I see desire in his eyes. I don't want to talk anymore, so I press my lips to his in a kiss full of how much I want him. I don't care that I know nothing about this man. I don't care that we've done nothing but lie to one another.

All I care about is letting myself go for one of the few times in my life. Tonight is different, though. All those other times I had to trust the man. I don't have to do that now, and that fact makes simply having fun with him so exciting.

His tongue slides over mine, making every cell in my body come alive. When he moans low and deep against my mouth, a sweet ache forms between my legs. If he stops this right now, I think I might be more disappointed than I've ever been before.

Just as that terrible thought pops into my mind, he leans away from me and I'm sure that's exactly what's happening. Instantly, my defensive walls begin to rise around me, and all I want to do is run away.

"This sofa is purgatorial, so what do you say to moving this party either outside near the pool or into the bedroom? Your choice."

He has no idea how happy his words make me. I smile as relief washes over me and say, "It depends on how comfortable it is out near the pool. If it's better than this sofa, I'm in."

A slow smile makes the corners of his perfect mouth rise. He stands up and holds out his hand for me to take.

"I knew there was a wild side to you the moment I saw you. I do appreciate a woman who isn't worried about being seen having a good time."

I grab his hand and stand up to walk with him out to the patio area near his private pool. I hadn't thought of the people staying in the other villas seeing us together, but as he guides me outside, I don't care. Nobody knows me here, and even he has no idea who I am.

The anonymity of us gives me carte blanche to be the woman I've always wished I could be, and I love it!

He stops in front of a large, round seat with a deep blue cushion that looks far more comfortable than that sofa we just left and then shakes his head. "You know what? Let's get into the pool."

My heart skips a beat as he begins to undress, revealing a muscular, toned body my hands practically crave to touch. For a moment, the memory of the only time I've had sex in a pool back in senior year in high school with Kenny Burger in his backyard pool flashes through my brain, but that's pushed out when this man in front of me slips off his black pants. He's hard, and even the black boxer briefs can't hide how excited he is.

Then he's standing naked in front of me winking before crooking his finger to beckon me to him. "Clothes off is the rule for my private pool."

I step toward him like a woman living in a dreamworld, and he slides my dress over my head in one fluid movement. A second later, he unhooks my bra and tosses it over on that round seat followed by my underwear.

His gaze slowly drifts down my body and then back up to my face, and he licks his lips. "God, you're beautiful."

Another step toward him and our bodies touch, sending excitement racing through every inch of me. His skin is soft over his hard, muscular body, and I run my hand down over his chest, trailing my fingertips over the peaks and valleys of his washboard abs. Just below where my hand travels is his hard cock pressing against the space between his hipbones. They look like a V or an arrow pointing to that long, thick tool I can't wait to feel filling me up.

I reach out to palm it, but he steps back, making both of us tumble into the pool. The warm water envelops us, and I feel more erotic than I've ever felt before with any man.

Maybe it's the mystery. Maybe it's the water. Maybe it's him. I don't know, and I don't care. All I know is I'm loving this moment.

He slides his arm around my waist and pulls me to him. Our bodies crash together, but the water blunts the collision so all I feel is his soft skin and muscles against me.

"There's nothing better than fucking in water," he groans before kissing me long and deep.

As much as I know we're supposed to be lying to each other, I whisper, "I've only had sex in a pool once in my life. Let's just say it wasn't a memorable experience."

A wicked twinkle in his eye matches his sexy smile when he says, "It must have been sort of memorable. You wouldn't mention it if it wasn't."

I slide my arms around his neck and shake my head. "When you only have one memory about something, it's not that it's memorable. It's just there's nothing to compare anything to."

His hands move down my back until he cups my ass and pulls me into him. "Then let's make sure this replaces that memory."

Giggling, I say, "No pressure, really. It wasn't good."

"Then this is going to make you love sex in a pool. I promise."

He lifts me up out of the water to position me above his cock, and when he slowly sets me down on him, it's like heaven. He's big, so I wasn't sure I could handle him, but it's like the water eases him into my body until he's fully nested inside me.

I wait for him to begin moving, silently praying he won't be the kind of man who simply pounds away like some construction worker with a jackhammer. Yes, it can get the job done and make me come, but a little finesse makes a world of difference, in my experience.

To my happy surprise, he starts to fuck me slowly, and it's sublime. The water, the warm breeze coming off the ocean, the way he acts like we have all the time in the world to enjoy one another. All of it thrills me more than I ever thought possible.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I moan when he hits a spot that feels exquisite. He kisses me again and whispers against my lips, "I swear to God that's the most incredible sound that's ever hit my ears."

The way he gives compliments so freely makes me want him even more. Yes, he may still be lying, but I don't want to think about that right now.

"My moan?"

Nodding, he groans as he continues to slowly slide in and out of me. "Yes. I love that you let your defenses down so I can see what you're really feeling. That moan tells me everything I need to know."

Those words would normally frighten me because they mean I'm letting someone truly see me and that makes me vulnerable. They don't scare me now, though. Not tonight. Tonight, I'm simply a woman having a great time with a stunning man with a cock that's very close to making me come.

I gently rock my hips back and forth to increase the pressure on my needy clit, and he responds by thrusting harder and reaching a spot inside me that makes my eyes roll back in my head. God, he knows how to fuck!

My fingernails scratch across his back and shoulders, making him groan louder. He buries his hand in my soaking wet hair and tugs hard, pulling my head backwards and making my eyes close.

"You feel so good. I'm not going to last long if you keep ripping up my back."

Hoping I haven't ruined our time together, I whimper, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I love how it feels. Let yourself go, baby. What happens in the islands stays in the islands."

I open my eyes to see him smiling even as he continues to fuck me. "Oh yeah? Is that how things work here?"

"Yeah, so let yourself go. Squeal, scream, cry out for God when you come. Whatever you want is good with me."

His ability to be so open enchants me, and even though I'm not a screamer during sex, I like how free he is about everything. It makes him even more attractive.

I was wrong about him. He's not rude. He's simply the freest person I've ever met in my life, and that single trait is so seductive, I doubt there was any way I would have ever denied myself this moment with him.

He holds me to his muscular body as we settle into a rhythm in our fucking. With each time he slides his cock into me, my pussy clings to him, desperate to have that perfect feeling return again.

The muscles around his neck tighten, and he begins fucking me faster and harder. Somehow even though I've never liked when men do this, he manages to make me beg him to go faster. All I want is to come. I'm filled with need and desperately crave a release from the tension he's built up inside me.

Kissing me hard, he moans against my lips as we race toward that sweet moment we both desire. I reach it first, and with one hard thrust into me, he makes me come harder than I've ever experienced in my life. I buck like a wild woman, riding his cock like it holds everything I need to be happy right now. My thighs quiver against his sides as my orgasm races through my body, setting every nerve ending on fire.

When he comes, it's like he's the most seductive creature in the world. Those dark eyes stare into mine as utter ecstasy washes over him. His hands hold me tightly to him in a way that's positively possessive, making me feel desired and beautiful.

Finally, he stills inside me and kisses me softly on the lips. Exhaling like he's held his breath forever, he smiles and says, "I'm thinking that's a much better memory than your first time."

Sure he's done this with various women many times, I merely nod and force a smile as insecurity suddenly enters my mind. It's silly. Of course he's done this before. Why shouldn't he? It felt incredible.

"By the way, that's probably the most incredible pool sex I've ever had, and although we're supposed to be lying, I can honestly say I've had more than one other experience doing it."

I don't know how he knew to say that, but I don't care if he's lying or not about it being great compared to other times he's had sex in a pool. Even if he is, I can't hold it against him.

We're supposed to be all about the lies.