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Ninety-Three

Olivia Horan

A couple hours later, we were sufficiently tipsy. We've been acting like teenagers, being all touchy, kissing, and drinking from the minibar on the plane. But who cares because we're the only ones back here!

The captain spoke on the PA for the first time since takeoff. "Please take your seats, fasten your seat belts, and prepare for landing. We are approaching St. Thomas and will be touching down in about fifteen minutes."

"St. Thomas! Niall!"

"You like it?"

"It sounds perfect!"

We got off the plane, made it through customs, and took a cab to the resort.

"Welcome to The Ritz-Carlton, St. Thomas. Rum punch?"

"Yes, please!"

Niall looked at me and we both started giggling. Wow we really are tipsy.

"The Horans," he told the lady behind the front desk. "We're checking in for the honeymoon suite."

"Ah, yes! Congratulations. Here are your keys, wifi instructions are inside, and your room number is right here. Have a lovely stay." Did she just wink at us?

We made our way to the room, rolling our suitcases behind us.

"Wait," Niall said to stop me from walking in. "Stay here." He carried our bags in then came back out to me. He picked me up like he did last night. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his nose.

"Just trying to do this right," he said as he kicked the door shut behind us.

"This is so nice! Oh my goodness!" I took in our suite. We have a beautiful ocean view from our balcony, a small kitchen, everything is decorated in a nautical way, and there's a big living space.

He carried me into the bedroom and it was equally as exquisite. There was a massive king sized canopy bed with a fluffy white down comforter and we have another beautiful ocean view from this room.

He laid me down on the bed and immediately climbed on top of me.

"You want to hit the pool?" I asked sarcastically.

"No chance in hell." His lips connected with mine as his body pressed against me.

I wrapped my arms around him as he continued kissing me.

I love this man and I can't believe he's all mine.

His hands moved to my hips and he kept kissing me as he pushed my shirt up and goosebumps covered my stomach. He pulled the shirt completely off and his eyes raked over my body.

"Oh god, Liv."

"It was supposed to be for last night," I said about my white lacy lingerie set.

He leaned down and kissed my neck. His mouth was hot on my skin as he moved down my collar and chest. When he reached the top of my shorts he went ahead and pulled those down too.

"Christ," he mumbled as his eyes traveled over me.

I shifted so that I was sitting up, gently pushed him down onto his back, and I climbed on top of him.

"What do you think?" I asked. I started teasingly grinding against him, my lips nipping near his ear. "You once said it was extra fun when we weren't supposed to be doing this..." I brought my hand under his shirt and up his chest, my lips kissing his neck. "Is this any less fun?"

"Better," he groaned.

I was really provoking him, moving my hips against him. "Hm?"

"So much fucking better. God Liv, I can't take the teasing anymore."