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  When I finally look up at his face, I see his eyes are doing the same thing to me that mine were doing to him a minute ago. He’s taking in my skimpy bikini, his eyes rest on my stomach, where on one side, going down my right side I have a large cross tattoo entwined with a vine. His eyes then rest on my boobs and then slowly come up to my face to meet my eyes. I feel like he’s fucked me right there in front of everyone just with a look.

  “Hi!” I sit up, sounding all breathless.

  “Hey, you were in a deep sleep, yes? You should not fall asleep while lying in the sun, you will burn.”

  I shrug, “Someone kept me up late . . . so I’m really tired.”

  He smiles - a big wide smile that shows me his gorgeous white teeth and the crinkles at his eyes. “I am sorry, I was enjoying myself too much. “

  He turns to the girls who are by this point gawping at him too. “Hello again, Kelly and Hayley. You are enjoying Ibiza?”

  They just nod and mumble something. Ha, they are falling for his charms too.

  He crouches down to tap my feet so that I move them onto the floor - he then sits on the sunbed - it’s an intimate move; I love it.

  He carries on talking but turns to make eye contact with me. “Do you all have plans tomorrow? I am hoping that you will join me on my family’s boat? There will be a captain, my assistant and a friend of mine who is staying here in Ibiza? You are all invited. It is completely safe.” He looks at the girls. They look a bit uncertain. I mean, we don’t know this guy and he’s asking us to go on a boat with him and some strangers.

  He must sense their hesitation. “You can trust me. I will give you my business card and that of my assistant so that you can check up on us if you like.” Then he turns to look at me and raises his eyebrows waiting for an answer.

  Stuff it, I’m going on his boat. I trust him already. I smile. “I’d love to, and the girls will come too.” I turn to them nodding for their agreement, they nod back - I know they won’t let me go on my own.

  He looks happy. “Very well . . . we will not be far from shore, there is a little beach I know of, which is away from the crowds, perfect for lunch. I will bring lunch with us for everyone.”

  “Sounds great - I can’t wait, Xander.” I smile up at him. I’m dying to touch his arm or his leg, just have any contact with him whatsoever.

  I don’t know if he reads my mind, he reaches up and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear that has come loose and leans to say “You look so beautiful in your tiny bikini . . . though I cannot wait to see what you look like without it. I’m aching to kiss you.”

  I look at him. “What’s stopping you?”

  I know Hayley and Kel are watching, but I don’t care, I want him to kiss me. He grins and leans in, I meet him halfway, our bodies aren't touching, other than his hand on my shoulder, he kisses me so gently and carefully, holding back, trying not to get carried away. He breaks off and whispers in my ear again. “I cannot kiss you how I want to kiss you . . . I’m trying not to get hard. This is difficult.” His accent is so thick. I see the passion in his eyes - this guy wants me and is just presuming that I’m ok with that. I think I’m more ok with that than I have ever been before. I’ve never wanted a man so much in all my life. I’m drawn to him and when he kisses me it’s like a jolt of electricity shoots through me. I always said I was saving myself for when it felt right. This man feels right to me. If I don’t go for it with him I think I’ll regret it forever, because I know how good it would be.

  I chuckle “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  He stands up. “Be in reception for nine - if you need anything before tomorrow morning, anything at all, you must text or telephone me, yes?”

  I nod, looking down his body again, I moisten my lips with my tongue that suddenly feels dry. The expression on his face darkens.

  He says his goodbyes and leaves. I collapse back onto my sunbed. “Oh. My. God!”

  Kelly sighs “Jesus Christ - I know what you mean about the accent now, Mr D&D is as sexy as hell.”

  Hayley nods. “If I didn’t have a boyfriend, I’d have a go.”

  “You’d have to get past me first!” I laugh

  After dinner we hit a few of the bars. On the plane on the way over, we decided that every other night we would just chill out to recuperate from the night before. All evening I keep checking my phone, hoping that he’ll be in contact with me, I want to text him, but I restrain myself. At around ten we were in Café Mambos again, by the beach watching the sunset, when I hear my phone. I check it and laugh – it says Mr Dark and Dangerous. That’s what he programmed himself into my phone as.

  I have been thinking of you all day . . . I cannot wait to kiss you again xx

  I’m so excited for tomorrow. I can’t wait to be around him again, I text him back;

  Me too, you looked good today by the pool, just wanted you to stay and make out with me. Hope we get chance tomorrow xx

  It was a bit bold of me, but I’d had a few cocktails so I was feeling brave. He immediately replies.

  I will make sure of it, mi amor xx

  I can’t seem to wipe the smile off my face. I never thought I would come on holiday and meet someone that I feel so strongly about, even though I hardly even know him. I want him; I’ve never wanted any man as much as I want him. I want to know what it feels like to have him slide inside me, to have his weight on top of me and feel his mouth on my breasts. Shit . . . I want him.

  Chapter 4

  When we arrive at reception in the morning, I’m giddy with nervous excitement but trying to keep it inside - just in case it doesn’t pan out how I’d hoped. I had a trauma about what to wear, eventually deciding on a blue one-piece swimming suit with the sides cut out and a coral sundress with which ends around mid-thigh. I put my curly hair up in one bun on the top of my head and put some gold hoop earrings in - I complete the look with a little eyeliner and lip-gloss. I don’t want to appear like I’m trying too hard.

  My heart almost stops when I see him, he’s already stood in reception waiting for us - he’s on the phone and when he looks up and sees us, he says something quickly in Spanish and then puts his phone away. This is a stunning man - he looks hot in beige cargo shorts and a blue fitted t-shirt which shows his physique through his top, enhancing his tanned muscly arms with part of his tattoo on show . . . I feel smug that I’ve seen the whole thing yesterday at the pool, plus I’m going to see him in less than that soon. I get flustered thinking about it . . . that body.

  He beams at me, striding straight over, when he reaches me he leans in, kissing me on the cheek. “Buenos dias, Hermosa.” I look at him waiting for him to translate, he smiles and repeats, “Good morning, beautiful.” I give him a beaming smile and say good morning back to him.

  He says ‘hi’ to Kelly and Hayley and then leads us outside into a waiting car. He sits in the front with the driver, letting me sit in the back with the girls. He tells us that the boat is only fifteen minutes away in the harbour. Apparently, the weather is perfect for sailing – the plan is to dock at the beach around lunchtime. I’m mesmerised by his deep gravelly voice and his accent.

  When we arrive at the dock, we all get out of the car and he leads us to, what can only be described as a luxury yacht. This thing is colossal . . . it’s huge. I am suddenly feeling out of my depth. As I go to board, he turns around and holds his hand out for me. When I take his hand I feel something jolt through me. I look up at him, I think he felt something too.

  “Xander . . . did you say that your family own this boat?” I ask him.

  He nods, “Yes, my mother and stepfather own it - they share it with me and my brothers whenever we need to use it. They have it docked here as my family come here quite often. They charter it out also when it isn’t in use.”

  I nod. “Wow, so . . . you’re rich, huh?”

  He shrugs, “It’s my parent’s boat.” He says, as though it doesn’t matter. “Come on I’ll show you all around so that you are all comfortable, I would like you to make yourself at home.” His thick Spanish accent adds to his overall sexiness. I could truly listen to him all day.

  He introduces us to the captain, who’s also Spanish but speaks broken English. He’s a short round man with grey hair, around sixty. Xander’s assistant is also on board, his name is Stefan, he’s really good looking, lean and well-toned, tall with blondish hair and brown eyes, around twenty-five. He speaks good English, I’m not sure where he’s from. Kelly’s eyes light up when she sees him, I knew he was just her type, and with the way he’s just appraised her, the feeling is mutual.

  Xander shows us around, he takes us to the lower deck which has a Jacuzzi and outside bar area – a Jacuzzi! Then he leads us inside to show us the living room with a dining room area which is all decked out in beech wood with cream couches, another bar area in the corner. It has luxury written all over it. I look at the girls, we can’t believe it.

  Kelly looks at me and mouths, “Fuck me!” and I stifle a laugh as I shake my head in disbelief.

  He leads us upstairs where he shows us the three bedrooms, two small rooms with two twin bedrooms and then into a room with a huge double bed, a TV, and beech furniture all around. I look at the bed and can’t help but imagine him lying on top of me . . . in between my legs . . . naked. When I look at Xander his expression darkens . . . he’s thinking the same thing. I feel the atmosphere change, I clear my throat and walk outside, to the decking area with sunbeds and settees. I am in love with this boat.

  I turn to Hayley. “Will you buy me one of these with your winnings?” I say under my breath so that Xander can’t hear,

  she snorts at me. “Are you kidding? This would be all my winnings and more - a holiday in Ibiza is all your getting from me hun . . . mind you, I think it’s going
to be one hell of a holiday.”

  I look around me, spotting Xander, who’s speaking to the captain. “Yeah, I think it is.”

  All of a sudden we hear. “Xander, I am here.”

  We see a man around the same age as Xander but a lot bigger, getting on the boat – he is like the incredible hulk except not green and he’s bald. He has kind eyes and seems jovial. I would not like to cross him, he reminds me of a doorman.

  “Ola senorita! You must be Elsa, I’ve been excited to meet this mysterious girl who has my man in a tiz! You have bewitched him. I am Marty.” He picks up my hand and kisses the back of it.

  “OK, this is enough Marty, leave the girl alone,” Xander says, coming to stand at the side of me.

  Marty laughs and holds his hands up. “OK. . . ok. . . do not get jealous. She is beautiful I can see, but as you know I prefer my partners to have a little something more between the legs, no offence, senorita!”

  Xander turns to look me, “Yes . . . she is certainly beautiful.” and gives me a half-smile. I smile at him embarrassed - I can feel my face burning.

  I’m sure he’s had hundreds of girls on this boat - which I’m very wary about, but it’s still nice to hear that he’s affected as much as I am.

  The yacht sets off and we sit on the upper deck with our drinks. It is really hot and Xander suggests changing into our swimsuits. He excuses himself to get changed. The girls and I both have our bikinis on under our outfits, so we strip off and lotion each other up. Stefan and Marty already have swim shorts on, so they just take off their tops.

  I lie down on one of the sunbeds, struggling to believe I’m here. I look up to see Xander stood in front of me. He’s dressed only in a pair of swim shorts. I drink in his perfect body . . . his gorgeous well defined broad shoulders - even better than I remembered yesterday. He comes to sit on my sunbed, handing me another drink. The hairs on my arms stand on end when he comes near. His bare thigh is about an inch away from mine.

  The little island that we’re stopping at has a beach for us to eat on. He tells me about the areas in Spain he’s visited and asks me where I’ve been - which apart from another girl’s holiday to Ibiza a couple of years ago - I haven’t been anywhere. We chat about my day job and what I do - I notice that he doesn’t ask me about my dancing. An hour passes, just us two in our own little world - the others are chatting and sunbathing. It feels easy . . . so nice.

  He stands up and takes the sunbed next to me and stretches out on it. “You probably want some peace now, yes?” I smile at him warmly. Truth was, I didn’t. I couldn’t believe how attracted I was to this man. I wanted to talk to him all day. I really liked him. Ive only known him for three days. Maybe it’s the holiday atmosphere taking over my emotions . . . but I was desperate for him to kiss me again. He hadn’t made any attempts to touch me since holding my hand to get me on the boat. I wanted him to touch me so badly.

  I lie down and stretch next to him, we both have our sunglasses on but when I look over to him I know he’s watching me.

  He leans over from his sunbed towards me. “Do you know how fucking sexy you are?” he kisses my cheek then lies on his sunbed - leaving me practically panting.

  When it gets near lunchtime, Xander tells me “We have arrived at the beach now, beautiful.” he says in his sexy voice, “We need to get in the water to get there - it is only waist deep, we can all carry something, yes?”

  I smile and start to get up. Kelly and Hayley make their way off the boat with the others. Xander and I are just about to step into the water when his phone rings. He looks at the screen and turns to me, “I have to take this, you go with them and I will follow as soon as I can.” He walks off inside.

  I decide to wait for him and shout to the others that we’ll be there soon. I wait around on the deck for ten minutes but he still hasn’t returned, so I venture inside. I hear him talking in the master bedroom in Spanish, so I knock lightly and walk-in. He’s stood at the side of the bed and when he sees me he motions for me to come in. He says something in Spanish to the person on the phone sternly and then he hangs up.

  I smile at him, “Sorry . . . I didn’t mean to interrupt . . . I thought I would hang around for you, is that ok?”

  He looks at me for what feels like a long time. “It is more than ok, come here mi amor, I have been wanting to get you alone so that I can kiss you all day . . . maybe now I will get my chance.” Thank God! I walk around the bed and look up at him. He lifts his hands and puts them on either side of my face, leaning in to kiss me. It’s such a tender gesture. His kiss is so gentle at first, building into urgency. He slides his hands down my body to my waist. Feeling his big hands on my bare skin where my swimsuit is cut out leaves me scorching hot.

  I reach up to put my arms around his neck, my fingers stroking his nape with the lightest of touch. He groans - hearing him makes me want him . . . so much. I love that it's me that’s making him moan. I wantonly press my body into his, gaining confidence at his reaction. He slides his tongue in my mouth and I meet it with my own. I want him to touch me. I feel like he’s trying to hold back, so I put my hands on his shoulders and run them over his chest, he groans again and his hands start to work their way up towards my breasts. My nipples harden as soon as his hand gets near, I moan when his hands finally make contact with my breasts over my swimsuit, kneading them, his thumbs finding my nipples, they pebble under his touch, I shiver. Sliding my hands around his back I pull him into me. I can feel how hard he is. I fleetingly wonder how far this is going to go . . . but it feels so good that at this moment I don’t care.

  “Fuck . . . I need you, Elsa. I need to feel what it’s like to be inside you – but I know it is too soon. Know that it will happen though - you will be mine.” He says huskily.

  He strokes his hands up my arms, reaching up to my shoulders to hook the straps of my bathing suit, sliding them down so that the costume rests on my hips, I'm stood almost naked, apart from the bottom half of my swimsuit. I’m so exposed and turned on, I can feel the heat pooling between my thighs, I'm practically panting like I’ve run a marathon.

  He looks down at my breasts, they’re throbbing for his touch. He lightly runs his fingers over them, feather touching my nipples . . . I tremble. He slides my costume dow my legs and I step out of it. Totally naked in front of him.

  He looks at me. “Jesus, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” His breathing becomes as rapid as mine. He pushes me gently backwards so that I lie on the bed and climbs on top of me, pressing his weight into me. I can feel him so hard through his swim shorts, he presses himself into me, grinding on my clit so that I nearly come there and then. I lift my hips instinctively to press into his erection. I’ve never been so turned on in all my life. He starts to kiss me and bites my lip and moves down to kiss my neck, making me whimper. His head moves downwards, his mouth finding one of my nipples, while his hand kneads my other breast. It jolts me down to my core, his touch makes me feel like my skin is red hot. I’m on fire. I need him to touch me more. His hand slides down the planes of my stomach and knowing where its heading makes the anticipation almost unbearable. He slides his hand between my legs, sliding in a finger – we both groan at the same time and I buck onto his hand. “You are so wet, beautiful . . . is this all for me?”