My breath leaves me like I've been kicked in the gut and my eyes go wide, my heated skin chilling instantly. We're not alone anymore, and the last thing I need is to be caught by our villa host in flagrante delicto with two men.
Dorian clamps his hand over my mouth, then his eyes flick up to Sean behind me and he gives a little jerk of his head towards the terrace door. "Go," he hisses. "Distract him. We'll be in right behind you."
Sean's fingers slide out of me with a soft sucking sound and I can't help my frustrated groan. With an athletic bound, he's on his feet. He swipes his towel off the decking and hitches it around his hips. Hurrying inside, he answers Geraldo, "Here. We were out in the pool. Is there something amiss?"
