He thought Alec might just lead him back to their room, but he turned right instead of left, taking them to the deep shade of one of the resort’s eight, lush gardens. Despite the early hour, the temperature was already over eighty degrees, and the shade offered a welcome respite from the heat. Goose bumps dotted the back of his neck as they moved to a spot where the sun didn’t touch at all. In fact, it was completely isolated, with only the ever-present roar of the nearby ocean to remind Drew that they were still on the island. Huge palm fronds dipped and swayed around them in the mild breeze, and sweet, multi-colored blossoms perfumed the air.
“I can’t believe it’s been all morning since I’ve had you to myself,” Alec murmured.
“All morning? At most, it’s been ninety minutes.”
“Fine.” He kissed Drew’s mouth, and his jaw, and his Adam’s apple. “I can’t believe it’s been ninety minutes.”