Soft lips nipped my earlobe.
"You feel so good, Sophie."
I gasped in pleasure as two fingers pushed inside me.
I met the thrusts of the fingers as they moved in and out.
Fuck, I was so close.
"That's it, come for me you dirty bitch."
I felt a chill down my spine as my orgasm hit me. Turning around, I let out a cry of fear. It wasn't James's face I saw, it was one that filled me with terror.
I sat up in bed, breathing heavily, tears streaming down my face.
It was only a nightmare.
I was ok
Relief soared through my body as I stumbled out of bed to the bathroom sink. Splashing cold water on my face didn't help, I felt sick.
I slid to the floor and pressed my temples.
His face was as clear as anything in my mind.
Six years since I had last seen him, but it still felt like it was only yesterday.
My husband, the monster who had killed my parents and forced me to run.
I felt bile rise in my throat and I crawled to the toilet, violently emptying the contents of my stomach.
At some point I fell back asleep. There were no more nightmares, but it was far from restful.
I dragged myself to the shower and scrubbed my body, wishing it was that easy to wash away painful memories.
Thank God, Georgia had interrupted when she had. James was dangerous for me, I couldn't afford to lose control like that.
But then I remembered the way he'd kissed me. That heat and rush, anticipation building of what would happen next.
"Fuck." I groaned, closing my eyes.
Something told me staying away from him would be easier said than done.
I'd finished showering when I heard my phone beeping. I wrapped a towel around myself and padded across the room to check my messages.
It was Georgia, saying to meet her by the pool so we could go for lunch and shopping. I rummaged through my clothes, deciding on a pair of denim shorts and a white top. I pulled my hair into a braid and grabbed my bag and sunglasses.
I touched the door handle, stilling for a moment. I had to stay away from James. Last night was a mistake, and I couldn't afford to make any of those.
The second I stepped outside, I smiled, my mood lifting. The sky was a bright blue, the sun vibrant and warm. I could hear the distant beat of music mingling with the steady sound of birdsong and crickets.
As I walked down the stairs, I saw that Georgia was sat at the pool with James and Richard.
My heart skipped a beat when I looked at him.
He was wearing black swim shorts, and I couldn't help but stare at his abs. Every muscle was well defined and looked rock hard.
Christ, I was straight back to wanting him again.
I could feel his gaze on me as I walked over to join them. Georgia jumped up to give me a hug, squeezing me tightly. I sat down on the empty sun lounger next to her, trying not to gaze at James's breathtaking body.
"Did you sleep ok, Soph?" She asked, curling up between Richard's legs.
"Yeah, pretty well thanks." I replied, staring at anything but James.
It was easier said than done.
"So are you ladies going out for lunch and shopping? Richard said, smiling at me.
"Yes, I'm looking forward to exploring! What about you guys?" I replied.
"We're actually off for the night. Boys trip to Es Cana." Richard said, wrapping his arms around Georgia's waist.
I couldn't help the flicker of disappointment I felt that James wouldn't be here tonight.
"Which means we can have some quality girl time. We can buy new outfits for the party tomorrow night!" Georgia replied, rubbing her hands together.
"Any excuse, hey?" He teased, leaning forward to squeeze her thigh.
"What party?" I asked, dread building in my stomach.
"I'll tell you all about it at lunch. We should make a move." Georgia said, standing up to give Richard a kiss.
"I'm going to miss you, baby. One night apart is more than enough." He drawled, pulling her back onto her lap.
They started kissing again, completely caught up in each other.
I couldn't help myself, I glanced at James and remembered the way we'd been kissing last night. It wasn't just the sun making me hot…
Ugh, my resolve to stay away from him was gone. I was beyond pathetic.
"Guys, you have a room up those stairs. Use it." James grumbled, standing up and yanking his t-shirt over his head.
"Chill out, bro! What's wrong with you today?" Richard frowned, pulling back from Georgia.
James scowled and headed away from the pool. My heart sank. He seemed annoyed, and I wondered if it was my fault.
"What's got into him?" Georgia asked.
Richard shrugged his shoulders.
"No idea, but I'm sure he'll cheer up after a few drinks and some female attention."
I bit the inside of my lip, jealousy rearing up inside of me.
I'd fallen in love with Ibiza. It had to be one of the most beautiful places in the world. Everything was so picturesque. The sea sparkled like it was full of diamonds, and the golden sand beaches were stunning.
A driver had taken us into the nearest town, dropping us off at a beach club. We'd both agreed that we had to get something to eat, and then we would explore the shops.
Over lunch, Georgia filled me in on tomorrow's party, barely pausing for breath.
We were attending an exclusive event at Q Club, one of the most prestigious clubs on the island. Everyone was to wear white, and it was an invite only guest list.
"Justin Bieber and Madonna went last year!" She sighed, "Can you believe we're going? It's like a dream."
I nodded, even though I didn't share her enthusiasm. I didn't like night clubs, and the whole thing sounded pretentious.
"It's going to be so much fun, but we need to find some sexy dresses to wear."
"Hmm, I'm thinking I want to wear bright yellow." I joked, taking a bite of my veggie pizza.
Georgia chucked a napkin at me.
"Ugh, have you been listening? It has to be white."
I stuck my tongue out at her and she grinned.
"Ok, ok. I know you aren't that interested and I've been going on about it non-stop. Let's change the subject."
I took a sip of my lemonade, glancing up at her.
"Things seem pretty serious with you and Richard."
Her eyes lit up, a dreamy look spreading across her face.
"I think he's the one, Soph. I've never fallen like this before, it's amazing."
"I'm so pleased for you, Georgie. He's a great guy, and it's obvious how much he loves you.
I wanted to ask her about coming back to New York, but my gut feeling was that I wouldn't like the answer.
"And he's such a caring person, he kept asking if the game upset you last night. And he told James off for interrogating you about your answer."
"It wasn't a big deal. You haven't told him anything, have you?" I asked, feeling suspicious.
"Of course not. I would never betray you like that."
She looked so offended, I felt awful for even asking the question.
"Of course you wouldn't, I'm sorry. My heads all over the place. I had a nightmare about… him last night. It's left me feeling on edge."
"Oh, Sophie. You should have told me! This is all my fault, I shouldn't have asked that stupid question."
She looked so disheartened, which was the last thing I wanted.
"It wasn't your fault! I-I I wish I could forget, but I can't."
"He's had enough of your life, Sophie. Don't let him destroy your future as well."
I knew she was right, but it was easier said than done.
"You need to talk about everything that happened. You can't keep it all bottled up."
I felt tears run down my cheeks.
"I'm so scared he'll find me. He won't ever stop looking for me, I'll never be able to relax."
Georgia moved her chair and put her arm around me.
"It's been six years. Don't you think he might have given up now?
I laughed, shaking my head.
"He won't stop looking till he knows what happened to me. People don't leave, that's not how it works with a gang."
I wiped my eyes, desperate to change the subject.
"I'm sorry, let's talk about something else."
Georgia squeezed my hand before leaning back in her chair.
"Actually, I know something that will take your mind off things. But I don't want you to get mad at me..."
I eyed her warily,
"What have you done?"
"Ok, ok. Promise you won't get mad?"
I raised my eyebrows at her and she took a deep breath.
"Well, this morning, when you were still in bed, we were all hanging out by the pool."
"All?" I asked, feeling on edge.
"Graham, Johnny, James and Richard."
She paused and pushed her hair behind her ears.
"Johnny said he thought you were hot, and did I think you might like him."
"You told him no, didn't you?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest.
She bit her lip and stopped a passing waiter.
"Excuse me, can we get two glasses of chardonnay?"
He nodded and walked away.
"Georgia..." I warned, glaring at her.
"Well, I might have said that you had told me you thought he was sexy."
I felt like throttling her.
"Why would you do that?" I exclaimed, shaking my head.
The waiter had returned with our drinks, but I was too busy glaring at Georgia to thank him.
"I thought that if he thought you liked him, he would make a move, and you would be open to it. He's a good guy, Soph, you'd be a great match."
Realisation hit me like a slap in the face, James's bad mood suddenly making sense.
"Did everyone hear the conversation?" I demanded, my stomach heavy.
"Yes. We were all sat around the same table."
I put my head in my hands.
Johnny was one of James's close friends, no wonder he was mad. I'd jumped on him when he'd come to my room. God, he probably thought I was a sex addict.
"Johnny is lovely! He would be the perfect guy to have a fling with. He's handsome, chilled out and funny."
I took a massive sip of wine, trying to calm down.
"Please, don't be mad. Keep an open mind. I think he's going to talk to you at the party tomorrow."
She looked so sorry, and I could never stay mad with her for long. I guess it wasn't really her fault. She didn't know about what had happened with James.
"I'm not mad, but stop interfering with my love life. I'm happy by myself."
"Ok, I promise. But, you do need to get laid. Trust me, some hot sex would sort you right out."
I shivered as I remembered the way James had kissed me and held me against his body.
She had no idea how true that was.