Jade’s POV
I didn’t expect the kiss to feel like that.
If I’m being honest, I didn’t expect it at all.
One second we were standing too close, the air between us thick with words we weren’t saying, and the next, Ronan’s mouth was on mine, firm and hesitant all at once, like he’d crossed a line he’d sworn to himself he wouldn’t.
I froze at first, the shock of it stealing the breath right out of my lungs. My heart slamd so hard against my chest it almost hurt.
But then sothing in softened.
lted.
I leaned into it before I could stop myself.
The kiss wasn’t rushed or clumsy. It was slow, deliberate, like he was learning in real ti. His lips moved against mine with a hunger he was clearly trying, and failing, to restrain. I could feel it in the way his breath hitched, in the way his body pressed closer, as if distance itself had beco unbearable.
My hands curled into the fabric of his shirt without conscious thought.
The world narrowed to sensation. To warmth. To the subtle way his hand settled at my waist, steadying , grounding as if I’d tilted off my axis.
The kiss deepened, not in a reckless way, but in a slow, consuming one. It felt intimate, intentional, as if he was pouring everything he’d been holding back into that single mont. His breath was uneven against my lips, his restraint unraveling piece by piece.
My skin tingled everywhere he wasn’t touching.
His hand on my waist moved, unhurried, deliberate, tracing upward along my back, sending a shiver through that I couldn’t suppress.
I gasped softly into the kiss.
That was all it took.
He drew closer, our bodies aligning in a way that stole my breath entirely, especially when I could feel his hard crotch pressing against my lower abdon, and my body reacted before my mind could intervene.
A tremor went through , my body responded before my mind could catch up and I knew he felt it because his breath stuttered against my mouth.
The kiss grew heavier, deeper, the kind that leaves you breathless not because you can’t breathe, but because you don’t want to.
I didn’t want it to stop.
I wanted to sink into it, to let it consu completely, but sowhere deep down, I knew if we didn’t stop now, we wouldn’t be able to at all.
When we finally pulled apart, it felt like waking up from a dream.
We were both breathing hard, foreheads nearly touching, the air between us charged and electric. My lips tingled. My chest rose and fell too fast. Ronan looked... undone
He looked like he wanted more but he was restraining himself from going for it.
“I....” he started, then stopped. His voice wavered, and I’d never heard that from him before. “Sorry. I didn’t an to...”
He swallowed, running a hand through his hair like he didn’t know what to do with himself.
I’d never seen Ronan shaken like this before.
Before he could finish whatever apology, or confession, he was trying to form, the bathroom door opened.
Renzo and Ryder stepped out together.
The sudden shift in the room was almost physical.
Steam followed them, the scent of soap and warmth filling the air. Their hair was still damp, strands clinging to their foreheads, and they wore nothing but towels wrapped low around their waists. Water traced slow paths down their skin, catching the light, emphasizing every strong line and sculpted curve.
I forgot how to breathe.
They stopped the mont they saw us.
All four of us stood frozen, the room thick with unspoken tension. Renzo’s gaze flicked from Ronan to , dark and curious. Ryder’s eyes lingered on my face, intense and searching, like he was trying to read sothing I hadn’t said aloud.
Ronan took a step back, like the mont had finally caught up with him.
“I’ll... I’ll just go,” he muttered, words tumbling over themselves. He didn’t look at any of us as he turned and walked back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him a little too quickly.
The silence he left behind was suffocating.
My eyes drifted back to Renzo and Ryder before I could stop myself
They were still staring at .
Openly.
The weight of their attention pressed down on , made my skin feel too tight, my pulse race uncontrollably. I felt dizzy, like I might actually faint from just standing there, caught between their gazes.
“I.... I’ll go get dressed,” I stamred, my voice barely steady enough to form words.
I turned and hurried into the dressing room, closing the door behind and leaning against it as soon as I was alone. My hands flew to my chest, pressing there as I tried to calm my racing heart.
What was happening to ?
I dragged in a deep breath, then another, but it didn’t help much. Everything inside felt alive, buzzing, painfully aware.
Was it a blessing or a curse, to have three extrely hot mates like them?
I’d co on this trip with a plan. A clear one. Seduce them. Control the narrative. Make them want , really want .
But we’d only arrived yesterday.
And already, the desire in that room felt unbearable.
At this rate, I was the one who would break first.
I exhaled slowly and turned to my suitcase, my resolve hardening.
I can’t keep up with this anymore, I need to take things up a notch so they’ll fold and finally have sex with tonight.
My fingers brushed over carefully chosen fabrics until they landed on erald green.
The swimsuit Mr. Valerio had insisted I bring.
He’d called it a monokini, elegant, daring, designed to draw the eye without screaming for attention. The cutouts frad my waist beautifully, and the neckline dipped just enough of my boobs and be provocative.
I slipped it on and turned toward the mirror.
For a mont, I just stared.
The woman looking back at didn’t feel like the sa Jade I’d been before this trip. She looked confident. Poised. Seductive in a way that felt unfamiliar, but powerful.
I swallowed.
This was perfect.
Then doubt crept in.
It might be too much for the start of the day.
After a mont’s hesitation, I grabbed a sheer, netted jacket and slipped it on over the swimsuit. It softened the look, turned it into a suggestion rather than a statent.
I adjusted my hair, added just enough makeup to enhance my features, slipped into my heels, and squared my shoulders.
Confidence, I reminded myself.
When I stepped back into the room, everything stopped.
Renzo and Ryder were dressed now, casual but sharp. Ronan stood near the window, buttoning his shirt.
All three of them froze when they saw .
Their gazes locked onto at the sa ti, and for a heartbeat, no one moved. No one spoke.
Heat rushed to my cheeks.
I wished, just a little, that one of them would say sothing, at least comnd how I looked
Rembering Mr. Valerio’s words, I need to be confident and lead them on subtly.
I took a deep breath and smiled.
“How do I look?” I asked.
“You... you look....” Ryder began.
The intercom chid, cutting him off.
“Good morning,” a staff mber’s voice announced. “Breakfast is ready. Please proceed to the dining hall.”
I masked my disappointnt with a light laugh. “I guess we should go.”
A small part of sank. Maybe they still didn’t find attractive after all.
The dining hall was breathtaking, open, airy, overlooking endless blue ocean that shimred under the sun. Breakfast was exquisite, laid out like art.
I barely tasted any of it.
Soon, a staff mber approached with a warm smile.
“Good morning,” she said. “Allow to brief you on today’s activities.”
She clasped her hands politely.
“First, you’ll have a couples’ photoshoot session to capture the beginning of your ti here. After that, a guided scuba diving experience. Later, a private couples’ cooking class with our executive chef.”
She paused, smiling knowingly.
“And to conclude the day, you’ll have an interactive session with our resident sex therapist, who specializes on intimate and bonded partnerships.”
My heart skipped.
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