‘I have no intention of letting you sleep.’
‘Let’s watch a movie,’ Estelle said, unwrapping herself from him and heading over to his collection.
‘Estelle—no!’
‘Oh, sorry.’ She’d forgotten what he’d told her in the gym, about no hand-holding and movies, and she turned and attempted a smile. ‘Sure—let’s go to bed.’
‘I didn’t mean that,’ Raúl said through gritted teeth, wondering how he’d ended up with the one hooker to whom he’d have to apologise for his DVDs. ‘I just don’t think there will be anything there to your taste.’
He braced himself for the rapid demise of a pleasant night as Estelle flicked through his collection.
‘I love this one.’
‘Really?’ Raúl was very pleasantly surprised.
‘Actually…’ She skimmed through a couple more. ‘This one’s my favourite.’ She held up the cover to him and didn’t understand his smile.
‘Of course it is,’ Raúl said, pulling her down beside him, smiling into her hair. One day he would tell her how funny that was—one day when it wouldn’t offend, when she knew him better. He would laugh about it with her.
But there would not be that day, he reminded himself.
This was just for now.
He had not lain on a sofa and watched a movie—not one with a plot, anyway—since he couldn’t remember when.
Estelle shivered. The doors were open and the air was cooling. He pulled down a rug from the back of the sofa and covered them, felt her bottom curving into him.
‘Sore?’ He kissed her pink shoulders as he made light work of her bikini top.
‘A bit.’
Estelle concentrated on the movie as Raúl concentrated on Estelle. He kissed her neck and shoulders for ages, then played with her breasts, massaging them with his palms, taking her nipples between thumb and fingers. Then slowly, when he knew there would be no qualms from Estelle, moved one hand down and untied her bikini bottoms.
His question, when repeated, was a far more personal one as his fingers crept in.
‘Sore?’
‘A bit,’ she said again, but he was so gentle, and it felt so sublime.
She could feel the motion of the boat, and him huge and hard behind her; she could feel the urging of his mouth to turn to him and growing insistence from behind.
‘Turn around, Estelle.’ His breathing was ragged.
‘In a minute.’ She wasn’t even watching the film. Her eyes were closed. She was just loving the feel of him playing with her and longing for it to go on. ‘It’s coming to the best bit.’
He pulled her up a little further, so that her naked bum was against his stomach, and he angled her perfectly. She felt the long, slow slide of him where he had stabbed into her last night. She was still bruised and swollen and hot down below, and yet she closed around him in relief.
‘This is the best bit,’ Raúl’s low voice corrected her.
He pressed slowly into her, his fingers playing with her clitoris, slid slowly and deeply, with none of the haste of last night, and it was Estelle who was fighting to hold back.
‘I’m going to come.’
‘Not yet,’ he told her, teasing her harder with his fingers, thrusting himself deeper inside.
‘I am.’ She was trembling and trying to hold on.
‘Not yet.’
He stroked her somewhere so deep, the feeling so intense that she let out a small squeal.
‘There?’ he asked.
Estelle didn’t know what he meant, but then he stroked her there again and she sobbed. ‘There!’ She was begging as over and over he massaged her deep, hitting her somewhere she hadn’t even known existed. ‘There…’
She was starting to cry, but with intense pleasure, and then she could no longer hold it. There was no point even trying.
There was a flood of release as she pulsed around him, and Raúl moaned as she tightened over and over around his thick length. He felt the rush of her orgasm flowing into him and he shot back in instant response, spilling deep into her, loving her abandon, loving the Estelle his body revealed.
Loving too the tinge of embarrassment that crept in as she struggled to get her breath back.
‘What was that?’
‘Us,’ he said, still inside her. And it was not the cliffs he feared now, but the perfume of the ocean in her hair as he inhaled it—a fear that was almost overwhelming as he realised how much he had enjoyed this night.
Not just the sex, not just the talking, not just dinner.
But now.
* * *
‘We should head back.’
They had been snorkelling. It had all started off innocently, but had turned into a slightly more grown-up activity. Raúl did not know if it was her laughter, or the feel of her legs wrapped around him, or just that he was simply enjoying her too much, but he kissed her cheek and unwrapped her legs from his waist.
‘Is it dinner-time?’
‘I meant we should head back for Marbella…’
It had been two nights and two amazing days, and more of a honeymoon than Raúl had ever intended for it to be.
They were dressing for dinner tonight, because they wouldn’t be dawdling on their return. Which meant this would be their last night on the yacht.
She missed it already.
Even as Rita did her hair and make-up she missed the yacht, because it had been the most magical time. As if they had suspended the rules of the contract, their time had been spent talking, laughing, eating, making love—but Raúl had made it clear that things would be different when they returned to Marbella.
She felt as if they were approaching that already as Rita pushed the last pin into Estelle’s hair. Raúl’s expression was tense as he picked up his ringing phone.
‘I will tell the chef you will be up soon,’ Rita said, and Estelle thanked her and started to put on her dress.
She didn’t understand what was being said on the phone, but given the terse words, she guessed it wasn’t pleasant.
‘They are getting married.’ Raúl hung up and was silent.
By the time he told her what the call had been about he was doing up his tie, but kept getting the knot wrong.
‘Oh.’ She didn’t know what else to say, just went on struggling with her zip.
‘Come here.’ He found the side zipper. ‘It’s stuck.’
She stood still as he tried to undo it.
‘My father says he wants to do the right thing by Angela—wants to give her the dignity of being his wife and his widow. He wants her to have a say in decisions by the medical staff.’
‘What did you say?’
‘That it was the first decent thing I had heard on the subject.’
‘Are you going to attend?’
He didn’t answer her question; instead he hurried her along. ‘Come on. They will be serving up soon. It is not fair to keep the chef waiting.’
Since when was Raúl thoughtful about his staff? Estelle thought, but said nothing.
It