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“Ninja?”
“Oh, fuck me.” Rafael rolled his eyes, how on God’s green earth did he find them? At a completely different hotel? On the opposite side of the island?
“You remember me? Claude! From the scuba.”
“How could I ever forget you, Claude? You fucked my wife of 36 hours and single-handedly destroyed a 14-year relationship.”
“I am sad to say, Lina broke my heart she say the scuba was not enough for her and she need stability and not constant excitement and thrill—who don’t love thrill of deep-sea diving without oxygen tank?” Rafael stares blankly at Claude, “She goes back to you, yeah?” Olivia rolled over onto her side, waking from her brief nap.
“Rafa?” She stretched, taking the hat off her head.
“Oh—who this beauty? You have sister?”
“Mmm, no.” He glances down at Olivia longingly. “We’re just hanging out—playing it by ear.” She whacked him on the shoulder.
“We’re a little more than that since you proposed last night!”
“I must still be in shock that you said yes.”
“Oh? You two here together?” His eyes fell.
“I honestly thought he was gonna wait fourteen years to pop the question.”
“With your commitment and label issues? I was deeply considering, never asking.” He shrugged, getting lost in their banter he nearly forgot the buff home wrecker standing over them. Rafael flopped on his belly next to Olivia, kissing her heated shoulder.
“You’re lucky I said yes.”
“Luckiest man alive.”
“Can I interest you in scuba? Free! Celebration!”
“Claude...I didn’t want to before. I sure as hell don’t want to now.” He rolled his eyes, practically dismissing the Frenchman.
“How ‘bout the pretty lady?”
“Claude, even though I trust this beautiful woman implicitly, explicitly, through and through, with my entire being I would never let her near the likes of you. Not even with a hundred-yardstick.”
“Fair.”
“In fact, the only reason I don’t have her shoot you is because if you didn’t fuck my ex-wife I never would’ve met, Olivia. So actually, maybe I owe you a thank you, for saving me from a lifetime of misery.” He smiled at the sunburnt Frenchman.
“Really? Ninja? You forgive me?” Tears spring to his eyes.
“As long as you stay the hell away from me and my fiancée. I forgive you.” Olivia rolls over onto her back, Rafael following suit. She moved her sunglasses to the tip of her nose taking in the blonde’s full aspect. Olivia scowled, sizing him up before sighing.
“I don’t see it.”
“See what?” Rafael propped himself up on his elbows.
“What the hell she saw in that, that was worth losing you over.” Olivia shrugged as Rafael sat up. “Her loss is my gain.” She purred, climbing on top of her fiancé. Heated skin against burning flesh. The softness of lips against the bite of the liquor and sugary piña colada’s still lingering on their tongues. His tongue slips inside her mouth, gentle yet demanding, swirling about to capture the essence of rum compounding the everlasting taste of Olivia soon to be Barba.
This kiss felt like nothing they’ve ever experienced—he felt closer to her than he had ever before under a watchful gaze. It evidently became obvious to them as to why some described kissing as melting. Every square inch of her body dissolved into his. Her fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer. His veins throb with a wanting of closeness he was unsure could ever be achieved. He pushed the straps of her bikini top, fiddling for skin on skin as his already barren chest yearned for the feel of her hardened nipples pressed into his over-sensitized skin.
Making out in front of the man who ruined his marriage—who had given him the greatest gift of all; a heartbreak that led to this.
To her.
To his Olivia.
Bestowed upon him a feeling so riveting, enticing, all-consuming, it overwhelmed him with gratefulness.
Claude had given him this—he couldn’t hate the man. He pitied him, a prowess who believed he could have anyone he wanted—who had conquered and bedded a newlywed woman—he couldn’t afford the greatest gift of all.
Olivia Benson was his and only his. And for that, Rafael Barba was smug. Claude would never know the taste of Olivia, would never feel the comforting edge of her protection, he could only feel the wrath of her protective nature, never would he know the bounds of endless unconditional love from a woman so guarded and hardened by a world out to get her that every ounce of love she felt coursing through her veins washed over him in an abundance.
Claude would never know the love of Olivia Benson, and for Rafael—that was revenge enough.
“If you’re still there, ogling Joq-de-six-pack, you can fuck off now.” She mumbled against her lover’s lips.
“God, I love you.” He all but moaned into the crook of her neck.
“I know.” She cupped his chin between her fingers pulling his lips back onto hers, as the shadows towering over them descended the shore. The silence was deafening before she broke it with words that stole the breath straight from his lungs. “Put a baby in me,” she mumbled against his lips.
“Liv?”
“Rafa?”
“What’d you just say?”
“Put a baby in me?”
“Put a baby in you?”
“Isn’t that what I just said?”
“Where is this coming from?”
“We’ve been together for three years, we live together, we’re engaged? I talk to your grandparents more than you do—abuelita never misses an opportunity to ask me when am I going to give her nietos.”
“So...you want to have a baby with me so my abuela can shut up?” The defensiveness is evident in his voice.
“No, I want to have a baby with you because I want to have your baby.” She cupped his face staring intently into his eyes, “I want to start a family with you. Isn’t that usually how these things go?”
“I, uh...guess it is.”
“So what are you waiting for? Fuck me on this beautiful tropic island until there’s a baby in me.”
“We’re back to vulgar language again?”
“It’ll never go away.”
“I’ll never get used to it.”
“Enough banter.” Her eyes peer past his greens and into his soul, he felt the finality of the moment. “Make love to me, Rafa?”
“You never have to ask twice.”
Rafael swooped his wife to be in his arms bridal style, stumbling onto his feet.
“The room keys!” She rolled her eyes, locking her arms around his neck, as he stepped away from her beach bag that held the key card to their suite.
“Oh?” He raised a single eyebrow. “How the tables have turned.” He chuckled.
“Jokes, but I’m still not being fuc—“ a burning green glare met her giggly browns. “Hope when I’m your wife, you won’t keep me waiting this long.” He covered her mouth with his thin lips to silence her.