her expression she had on her face. She could only see what the spotlights showed from off the house, but I know deep down that she liked it.
“Wow !” She exclaimed as I parked the boat at the docks and then helped her out.
“Isle Angie ,” I proclaimed smiling at her expression and she giggled.
“ I still can’t believe you named it after me,” she said.
“Beautiful Island for a beautiful woman, I think it fits, don’t you?” I asked as she looked down and blushed.
I loved when she blushed; it showed me how innocent she really was and it also showed that no one ever showed her this much affection as I do. I took my hand and caressed the side of her face before cupping it and bringing her gaze to mine. I needed to show her that she was beautiful and very special to me. I leaned in and kissed her. I made it a quick kiss because I wanted her too much and I’m sure she was feeling the same about me. When I pulled away, I watched her eyes turn content into lustful in seconds. I needed her more than ever.
Once we got off the dock and onto the sandy beach she took off her heels giggling as we walked up to the house; it was too dark now for her to really see how gloriously wonderful the island truly was. I was going to have to give her a grand tour tomorrow. I turned the key to the front door and we walked in to the spacious living room, flicking on the lights. The size and decor of this house was a lot similar to my house that was Upstate New York, except that this one had a balcony overlooking the ocean view instead of a woodsy scenery.
“So w hat do you think?” I asked when her eyes widened as she took in her surroundings.
“I love it, i t’s a lot like your house Upstate,” she said with a smile.
“I’ll go get the rest of your luggage from the boat. Make yourself at home,” I said kissing her forehead then headed back outside to the boat.
It felt good having Angelina here with me. I usually took Carmella and my cousins here for a little vacation but most of the time I came here alone. I used to love being alone; it presented me a sense of freedom and peace of mind, but now it just seems like torture being away from Angelina. I smiled to myself as I took the luggage upstairs to the bedroom. I found Angelina on the balcony staring at the moon. I crept up behind her and hugged her from behind as she relaxed in my arms.
“Can we stay here forever?” She asked with a sigh.
“Well not forever, but we can stay as long as you want,” I murmured in her ear. She turned around in my arms and stood on her tiptoes to kiss me; I grabbed her waist and kissed her back as I dug my fingers into her soft delectable skin wanting more of her. I moved my lips to her jaw and kissed her till I heard her yawn. “Let’s get you to bed, you’re tired my love,” I said trying to stifle a laugh. She was tired from the crazy day that we experienced last night and from the flight, but stubborn as she is she would never say it.
“No. I want you,” she said grabbing my face as I laughed.
“And y ou can have me anytime you want. We have a while,” I teased and she frowned.
Seeing that she wouldn’t comply I lifted her in my arms and carried her back into the bedroom. She groaned as I laid her on the bed. She knew that I had no intention of fooling around with her tonight, we both knew she had a rough day and that sleep would be better rather than sex.
“D o you always have to do that?” She muttered with a pouting face.
“Yes ,” I said as she glared at me.
“Fine,” she said as she jumped out of bed and stormed towards one of her suitcases then towards the bathroom. I stripped out of my clothes and put on my pajama pants then climbed in bed and under the covers. When she came back out of the bathroom she was wearing a silky midnight blue flyaway babydoll lingerie top with a matching thong. “So?” She said as she leaned against the doorframe seductively. She had a rocking body any man would kill for.
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