by Ewing, A. B.
Maybe not everyone was meant to have the kind of love his parents did. Even after thirty-three years of marriage, their love was evident in the way they looked at each other, in a simple touch or smile. Damn! How he envied them. Hadn’t they said their kind of love came once in a lifetime? He had thought it was a myth all along; however, now he was starting to believe it.
There was a hint of the vanilla scent from earlier, and once again Rafe found himself searching for its source. He was almost thrown off balance by the woman that suddenly appeared in front of him. It was certainly no secret what her favorite color was. The purple one piece bathing suit hugged her small figure quite seductively. Delectable breast held tight by the spandex created the most tantalizing cleavage. The straw hat she wore had the silliest purple bow on it, but the makeshift umbrella blocked most of her face from his view, leaving the pair of most kissable lips he had ever seen for his eyeing pleasure. Yes, he was certainly interested in this exotic creature.
Rafe continued to observe her as she deposited the large tote she carried on the sand and dove into it. Like Houdini, she pulled out a large beach towel and rolled it out above the white sand. Out came a small purple cushion that she carelessly tossed on the towel. In the bag, she rifled for what seemed an eternity and finally emerged with her treasure in hand. The beauty briefly waved the paper book in the air celebrating her personal victory. Rafe’s interest deepened as he continued to silently study the strange woman from behind his dark glasses. Laying belly down on the towel, she tucked the cushion beneath her chest and delved between the pages.
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“Ann trembled as he caressed her inner thigh, her body set afire by his every touch. It was like this every time Nick touched her. Slowly his fingers trailed a part to her most secret place. Clamping her legs together, she fought for control. If she didn’t, she would come right then and there….”
As Dahlia read on, she felt Ann’s emotions—could envision herself on the receiving end of Nick’s skilled fingers. She could feel him touching her, kissing her where he caressed Ann.
Chewing on her bottom lip, Dahlia felt the tiny buds of her breast tighten as heat pooled between her legs. Quite aware of where she was, she attempted to dampen down the hot sexual tension that was building in her body as she continued to eat up the sex scene in this latest novel. L. Verji certainly knew how to make her characters come alive as they participated in pretty naughty activities.
Squeezing her thighs together, she shifted uncomfortably on the lilac colored towel—hoping that no one noticed what was happening to her. In an effort to ease her discomfort, she briefly closed the book using her right index finger as a bookmark. Tugging the large straw hat off her head she used it to fan herself, smiling a little when she realized she was just wasting her time.
Behind her large sunglasses, she noticed the man sitting a few feet away from her on the lounge chair. Naked from the waist up, his sweat-slicked body glistened in the midday sun. Dahlia took the opportunity to study the way his rugged muscles flexed as he picked up the bottle at his side. Her eyes travelled up to his mouth as he brought the bottle to his lips and gulped a long drink. Looking in her direction, he removed the bottle and did something she’d only ever read or saw on TV. He licked his lips! But in wasn’t in any ordinary way. It was slow and sexually tantalizing. The way that made a woman have an orgasm on the spot. This is what almost happened to Dahlia as a rush of hot liquid gathered in her bathing suit bottoms.
Dear God! This could not be happening. Increasing the rhythm in which she waved the large straw hat, she prayed her body would cool down, but when her beach God slowly unfurled his body from his sitting position, she almost fainted. He was well over six feet sitting down and appeared to be huge. When standing he was a giant. He was gorgeous! A perfect specimen if she ever saw one. Dahlia’s body went into overdrive. Her nipples tightened into hardened peaks, her mouth went dry, and her vision blurred.
She needed a dip in the sea! It would definitely cool her down. Tossing her book and the straw hat aside, Dahlia shot to her feet only to watch the world spin in front of her. Unable to steady herself, darkness engulfed her as she fell into a heap atop the hot sand.
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Why in God’s name did her head hurt so much? Where the hell was she? Dahlia’s gaze travelled the large room as she attempted to make sense of where she was. She felt almost lost in the large four-poster bed. It was gigantic! A large window was open to the right of her, the wind gently tossing the soft, sheer curtains. Outside, she could still make out daylight and hear the sea below lapping against the sand.
Trying to make sense of what had happened she struggled to sit up, but reconsidered when she felt the little elves pounding away at her brain. She immediately became aware of the fact that she was naked beneath the sheets.
Sudden fear engulfed her. Oh God! What had happened? Had she been raped? Why couldn’t she remember? The last thing she remembered was ogling her beach God and then—nothing.
A sound from across the room had her burying herself deeper beneath the sheets. The large door swung open at the other end of the room, the object of her thoughts emerging from the opposite side’s recesses. Dressed in a pair of jeans and a plain white T-shirt, the man was spectacular. His coal-black hair was ruffled and his feet were bare as he crossed the carpeted floor. Dahlia felt that stunning rush of desire again. This man was nothing short of exquisite. Somewhere in the back of her mind the word edible popped up. For the whole twenty seconds she drank him in, she had completely forgotten where she was.
“Ah, I see that you are finally awake, Amor. I was beginning to think I would have to find you a doctor.”
Oh dear God! Was that thick, rich, and sexy, accented drawl really his voice? Dahlia felt her dainty toes curl beneath the sheets. “Where am I? Where are my clothes?” She questioned, hoping to distract herself from what this man’s presence did to her.
“You do not remember, Corazón. You were on the beach and fainted. I brought you here, to my hotel room and put you to bed.” The handsome stranger offered as an explanation.
“Did you undress me?” Dahlia squeaked.
“Sí.”He offered a one word response.
“Why?” She delivered the point-blank question with much more emphasis than was needed.
“Because, Princess, it is thought that when one has fainted, constricting clothing should be removed. It was also wise—since your bathing suit was covered in sand.” His explanation made sense, but she was still too embarrassed at the thought of this man stripping her clothes away.
“Couldn’t you get a maid or someone else to undress me? You didn’t have to do it yourself.” The suggestion, though late, was still thrown out there.
“Ah, I see! You are wondering what I did after I undressed you, no?” A mischievous smile snuck across his cheeks as he paused for effect. “You need not to worry, Amor. Tempted as I was, because I certainly was, I did not dishonor you in anyway. Your virtue is still intact, but I strongly advise you—should you wish to keep your virtue, that it would be wise for you to get dressed and meet me on the balcony.”
Dumbstruck, Dahlia stared open mouthed at her beach God as he left the same way he came. Had the man just insinuated that he wanted to have sex with her? She could not believe it! That gorgeous hunk of a Latin man was sexually attracted to her. Oh God! He had seen her naked! No man had ever seen her naked, unless her father counted as one. Dahlia’s body turned beet red from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. At least he wasn’t able to see her now.
Ignoring the now dull headache, she scampered out of bed, looking around until she located her belongings in a chair near the bed. Hastily, she began to dress. She didn’t want to be naked any longer. What if he came back again?
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That girl was trouble with a capital T, and he needed to get her out of his hotel room before he did something he’d surely regret. Having sensed that she’d been watching him down on the beach, Rafe had thoro
ughly enjoyed the sensation. The small woman had not been as scantily dressed as most of the women on the beach and her head had been engulfed by that ridiculously large hat and sunglasses. Although he could not see her completely, he’d been strangely drawn to her. He’d paid close attention to her as she read the paper book within her grasp, but felt the first stirrings of arousal in his body when she’d removed the hat from her curly head and began to fan herself with it.
The woman had no idea what a vision she made, lying there with her generous bosom in clear line of his sight. He felt the heat of her gaze burning through her lenses, causing the strangest effect to his body. Finally giving into the attraction the sea nymph had unconsciously caused, Rafe had risen with every intention of introducing himself when the oddest thing occurred. She’d risen, looked at him, and fainted.
Acting on instinct, he’d brought her to his room, undressed her and placed her in bed. By the time he was finished he’d felt like some horny teenager, thoroughly aroused and aching. The woman had the perfect body, curved in all the right places with full and high breasts, a waist so narrow his hand could easily curve around it and the beauty held wide hips flowing into long, thick legs. Her skin was soft as silk, but her hair- that lovely mass of curls- had been his undoing. When let loose, her tresses easily reached her rounded bottom. He’d closed his eyes to clear his thoughts only to be blinded by the vision of her sprawled naked beneath him, her sexily long legs wrapped around him as he did unspoken things to her.
A cold shower had hazily dulled his desire, but seeing her awake in his bed, looking ready for loving, had made him hard as a rock again. Having known she was stark naked beneath those sheets had only made it worse.
Out on the balcony with the wind blowing so freely he could calm him his body’s temperature, if only a little.
“Thank you for taking care of me.” A tiny voice said from behind him.
He sucked in a lungful of air before turning to face her. “It was not a problem, you needed help.”
She stood there nervously flipping her sunglasses from hand to hand. Having addressed him, Rafe found that she was not looking at him.
“What is your name?” Why the hell did I ask that? He questioned himself. She would be leaving any minute now and he would probably never see her again and that was fine with him.
“My name is Dahlia.” She raised the most mesmerizing cocoa-brown eyes and looked him dead in the eyes as she delivered the sought-after information.
Man, he was in deep trouble!
“Dahlia…” He tested the name on his tongue. “An unusual name, but precioso nonetheless. I am Raphael Lopéz Cavos.” He dared not offer his hand. Touching her would be a huge mistake. This girl-woman standing nervously in front of him, chewing on her sensual lips without a clue as to what she was doing to him was bad for his health.
“How old are you, Dahlia?”
“Hmmm…?” She shook her head lightly, focusing on what he was asking.
“I asked your age.” He pressed.
“Oh...” She exclaimed. “I’m twenty-three.”
Relief flooded him at her response. At least he wouldn’t feel like some sort of pervert when he did what he was about to do.
“Qué bueno,” he stated before lowering his mouth to claim her waiting lips and experienced his first taste of heaven.
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