She gasps. “I love this bathing suit. Why’d you do that?”
“This is no bathing suit. It is indecent and you should be ashamed to be seen in so little. You are nearly naked.” My mouth tightens onto her dusky nipple before I hardly finish the sentence. It stiffens against my tongue and I flick it as my fingers tease the other one. I feel her hands grab onto my shoulders, I suppose to steady herself. But I can’t get enough of her scent. She is positively delicious. She smells and tastes like the sweetest strawberries I’ve ever eaten. And I’m getting ready to sample her everywhere.
My fingers slip beneath the strings that hook the two triangles of the bottom of her suit together. It barely covers her ass and pussy, and she can’t possibly ever wear this in public again. In one twisting snap, the thing pops in my hand.
“Hey!” she protests.
I cover her lips with mine, swallowing her complaints as my tongue invades the cavern of her delectable mouth. The challenges I expect melt away as her tongue glides along mine and I deepen the kiss, tasting heaven as she engages in it. Hands dive into my hair, fingers coiling and tugging. She’s not gentle as she yanks it, and it turns me on when she does. Our kiss heats up further when her hands move to my shirt and tries to pull it off. Unfortunately, it has to be removed over my head, so I break off our kiss. Deep sea green orbs follow my every move. Once my shirt is gone, her greedy hands slip under the waistband of my pants. She lifts her gaze to mine when she hears my chuckle.
My voice is hoarse with desire when I speak. “It would be easier if you’d unfasten them.”
Her head ducks back down and my pants open up to her heated touch. When her fist closes around my erection, I swallow my growl of ecstasy. The tension in my body increases as I focus on staying in control. There are too many things I want to do to her before anything happens to me. I enjoy this for only a few moments and then my hand covers hers, bringing her motion to a halt. “Stop. Stop. As much as I love this, there are other things I want to do.” After I kick out of my shoes and pants, we walk to the massive bed and I tell her, “Never wear things like that in public anymore. No one should ever see what I see.” Then, before she can object, I push her back and begin my exploration of her.
Serena’s hair is my aphrodisiac, so I wrap it around my hand and draw her head to the side as I run my nose up and down her lovely neck. “You smell of strawberries and sunshine. Have I ever told you that?” She murmurs continuously between breaths, which delights me, but her skin is the cream the strawberries should be served in. To touch her is to touch a priceless gem. Nothing is as beautiful as Serena. And it’s hard to believe how exquisite she is.
Seeing her in that insubstantial swimsuit has only whetted my appetite for her, but having my hands the real thing is more than I could ever want or hope for. Moving to the hollow at the base of her throat, I lick and suck, but then I make a line down between her breasts. She arches her back and moans. One hand fists my hair and the other grasps the sheets. Her responsiveness drives my passion, like kerosene on a fire. My mouth lands on one peaked nipple and I pull it between my lips, tugging and sucking, while my finger tweaks the other.
“Sabin. More. More.” The hand crumpling the sheets now squeezes my shoulder and she pants now.
“You shall have more. All you want and then some.” My fingers press into the soft flesh of her hips as I move down her body, trailing wet kisses interspersed with nipping and sucking all the way. My teeth mark her, and at some points my mouth draws blood to the surface of her skin. She squirms and I scold her because it’s difficult to hold her at times.
“Can’t help it.”
“Yes, you can,” I whisper against her strawberry scented flesh. And then I inhale her. She is so heavenly; I will never get enough. “You have the softest skin I’ve ever touched and the sweetest I’ve ever tasted.”
By the time I reach the juncture of her shapely thighs, she gasps for pleasure and air. “Serena, do you want to come?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Fast or slowly.”
“Fast. Now.”
“Open your legs for me. Wide.”
Her pink, glistening flesh beckons me, and all I want to do is taste her until she begs me to stop. As much as I would like to tease her all night, I also want to please her. But I won’t make her come as fast as she wants. I nuzzle her sex and inhale. She’s glorious. “You are gorgeous, Serena. Soft and slick, and you taste like a luscious berry.” I slide a finger around her without touching what she wants, and she moans. Then I dip it inside, and she’s wet. Extremely wet. “You’re so ready, aren’t you? And you want this?”
“Yesss.” Her arms stretch out to her sides and it’s taking all of my self-control not to plunge deep inside of her right this second.
Moving my finger in and out, I gaze at her, while her excitement increases even further. Her nipples are a rosy hue, and she opens her mouth to moan. I lower my mouth and blow a steady stream of air across her sex and she sucks in her breath.
“Your mouth. Put your mouth on me, please.”
I take two fingers and run the backs of them over her, up and down, over and over, never touching what she wants me to. “I’m going to suck your clit until you scream my name.”
“Oh, god.”
I wrap my lips around her tiny bud and suck, moving my fingers inside of her. She tastes so sweet I don’t want this moment to end. But an intense orgasm has her bucking against my mouth and hand, leaving her twisting around my face, and saying my name like a mantra.
“Sabin, Sabin, Sabin.”
She doesn’t stop. So I crawl on top of her and before she comes down from her orgasmic high, I catch my name with my mouth, taking it in, wrapping my tongue around it in awe. She kisses me back, our tongues sliding against each other, flaming my desire. Situating myself between her thighs, I take my cock and tease her opening. I love every sound she makes, every moan and sigh and I love the way her hands grab my ass, nails digging in as she tries to get me to thrust into her. I finally give her exactly what she wants, driving myself in deep to her, “Oh god, yes.” She matches my rhythm, and her hand moves to my face, touching it, caressing it, and then something changes in me. This is no longer a woman I want to fuck. This is a woman I want to make love to. Something blossoms inside of me and grows until my heart clangs loudly against my ribs. So I slow things down and drag this out.
“Serena, look at me.”
Her eyes catch my gaze and I find myself collapsing into a sea of green emotion, barely able to pull oxygen into my lungs. I pleasure her with entirety, kissing her eyes, cheeks, nose, and mouth. Inching out and back in, I press down, rocking on her pelvis so she feels me on all the right spots. I want her to come again, need her to come again, with me inside of her. Sliding a hand under her, I cup her ass and bring her closer. She touches my lips, our eyes still locked. At first hers are filled with questions, but then they shine with happiness, right before her passion consumes her and she dissolves in another scorching climax as she calls out my name. And I want to hear it again.
“Say my name again.”
“Sabin.” Her voice is husky with the aftermath of her orgasm. And only then do I allow myself to come.
This is perplexing as emotions choke me. What just happened? I’m not positive I want to know. I roll to my side, careful not to crush her with my weight, and pick up her hand. Her long, slender fingers look delicate next to my large, callused ones. I bring each one to my lips before releasing them. Then I gather a chunk of her hair and bring it to my nose. This is like a drug to me. Too bad I can’t bathe in it.
I look up to find her scrutinizing me. Her brow is knitted and I can only imagine what spins in that ever questioning mind of hers. It doesn’t matter. I only want to touch her because I can’t possibly keep my hands off her lustrous skin. Running a finger up her arm, I follow her shoulder around to her neck and don’t stop until I get to the hollow at the base of her throat.
“You have put a spell on me, Se
rena. I am bewitched and can’t keep my hands off you.” My voice is so hoarse, I hardly recognize it.
“Then don’t. I don’t want you to keep your hands off of me. You make me feel things I never imagined were possible.”
Her arm extends, hand out, palm facing outward, fingers spread, and she places it against mine. It looks so small in comparison. But the heat that passes between us is anything but that. It’s potent, electric, like lightening charging through us.
Her voice is a whisper on the wind. “I can’t keep my hands off you either, Sabin.”
I want to drink her in, soak up every infinitesimal amount of her. It’s Serena that I want to be a part of, and I want her to be a part of me. And as this awareness barrels into me, I confine her in my embrace and breathe, because that’s all I’m capable of at this moment. She has stolen everything from me, all coherent thoughts, and all capable movement. The only things I can do are hold her and inhale her scent.
“Sabin?”
“Yes?”
“I’ve never had feelings like these before.” Her confession warms my heart, yet frightens me even more.
Her face nuzzles my neck so I back away slightly because I want to see her, look at her. One of her legs drapes over my hip, and my hand slides up and down the length of it. Then I cup her cheek and tilt her head so we face each other. Her green gaze pins me.
“I haven’t either.”
“Not even when you were married?”
“Not even close.” A slow, tentative smile begins, and then spreads across her face. It’s like the sun just burst through the darkness on a cold wintry day, bringing warmth and happiness with it. She literally glows and it lights up the entire room.
And suddenly I want to run like my ass is on fire.
So we’re lying here and everything’s great, when Sabin gets up, pulls on his pants, and tells me never to wear anything like that in public again. Then he stomps out of the room and slams the door. What did I say?
I’m tired. Tired of all this craziness. I want to go home. This place is too insane for me to keep up with. I pull the covers over me and fall asleep.
Sleep is a great place—until the unpleasantness of wakefulness barges its way in.
“Wake up, Serena. You need to get up. Dinner’s in thirty minutes.” Sabin stands over me and shakes me.
“What? What time is it?”
“That’s not relevant. You’ve slept the day away. Get a shower and get dressed.”
Gawd, he’s so fucking bossy.
“I know I’m bossy. It’s time you get used to it.”
“Stay out of my head, asshole.” I climb out of bed and head for the shower. While bathing, I think about my time here and most of it has been convalescing from one mishap or another. The transcending, those damn poisonous hedges, and that fucking ex-wife of his. What next? Poisoned food? A poisoned dart? A pit viper or a scorpion in my bed? And then there are my fucked up feelings for him. Jeez.
The bathroom door flings open as I step out of the shower and he hands me one of those drying cloths. “I’ve set your clothes out. Hurry.”
“I am. What’s put you in such a sour mood?” It certainly can’t be the sex.
His brow shoots up and he smirks. “I have a lot on my mind.”
“Uh, yeah, same here.”
“Turn around.” He stands there with one of those magic combs, ready to detangle my hair. He really does have a thing for my hair. His hands feel so good, too. When he’s done, he leans down and inhales. I don’t speak a word. Then he says, “All done.”
I dress and he guides me to the dining room, which is massive, where all the men are seated. They greet me and we start dinner.
Verus makes an announcement. “We will be leaving soon for Earth, Serena. We head back and will be staying on an island in the Caribbean.”
“Wh-what?” I’m flabbergasted. “Why?”
“Many reasons. But we chose that place for several.” Sabin is the one who speaks.
“And?”
Onyx eyes drill into mine, but I get no answer. Nice. We’re back to taciturn Sabin. With all the men present, I don’t want to be a bitch, but I sure feel like it. There’s no suppressing the scowl that forms on my face.
“Eat,” he commands.
He’s also back to treating me like a child. I look at him for a moment. Why does he have to be so damn sexy? He wears his hot, brooding look. He hasn’t shaved in a couple of days, so his scruff is thick and his hair is super messy. I turn my attention to my food and I can feel his gaze sear my cheek. The plate before me does look delicious and my stomach growls from the aromas rising from it. All the men look at me eagerly, so I pick up my fork, and take a bite. They dig in right after I do. I didn’t realize they were waiting on me. Whatever I’m chowing down is so tasty it melts in my mouth. I find myself making all sorts of noises as I eat.
“I take it you’re enjoying your meal,” Sabin remarks. His sarcasm isn’t lost on me.
Choosing to ignore it, I say, “It’s excellent. Please convey my compliments to your chef.”
Edge comments, “Have you not met Kernell yet?”
“Kernell?”
“The chef,” he replies.
“No, I haven’t. But he’s amazing.”
Edge nods with enthusiasm. Edge likes to eat. He’s relayed this to me on several occasions. “Kernell is the best. We’ve tried to get the food processor to recreate his concoctions, but no luck. You can’t remake these masterpieces.”
“I agree. This is the best food I’ve ever eaten.”
Precisely at that moment, a short man in a chef’s uniform enters the room and in a squeaky voice says, “I’m glad you approve, miss. If there’s anything you would like, please let me know.” His gray hair springs out in coiled sprigs beneath his chef’s hat and he’s sort of a funny looking character.
“You are Kernell?” I ask.
“I am, miss.”
“Well, you are the best. I am humbled to be a guest at your table.”
He looks stricken. I notice all the men’s mouths hang open. What the hell have I said now? I glance at Sabin and his eyes blink once, twice, and he clears his throat.
“What she means, Kernell is that she is honored to be eating such magnificent food.”
“Yes! That is exactly what I mean.” I smile.
Kernel’s face brightens and he beams. “Why, thank you, miss. I am here at your service.” He bows and exits the room.
“Um, did I say something wrong?”
“You inferred this was Kernell’s home, thereby insulting me and him.”
Now it’s my turn to wear the O on my face. “I did no such thing. Where I’m from, when you eat at a fabulous restaurant, that’s how you compliment a top-notch chef. My compliment was misconstrued. Thanks for clearing it up and making me appear less than my usual idiotic self.” I rub my forehead to ease the approaching headache.
He dips his head in acknowledgement. No smile at my little joke. Nothing. What the heck crawled up his butt? Okay, so I’ve been the consummate idiot since I’ve arrived here, but how can I not be?
Edge breaks the ice. “Serena, are you happy to be returning to Earth?”
Am I? I thought I would be, but I’m not really sure. I decide to be honest.
“The truth is, I don’t quite know. Since I’m not familiar with where we’re going, I can’t say. I would love to go back to Durham, (hint hint) and continue to work on my degree. If I could do that, then yes, I would be thrilled.”
Edge’s excited expression collapses. Why does that make me feel like the Grinch that stole Christmas? Being mean spirited is not part of my repertoire, so I immediately soften the blow. “But yes, Edge, returning to Earth does give me the warm fuzzies.”
A slow smile spreads across Edge’s face, but Sabin scowls. I can’t seem to win with him, so I’m giving up.
For all of Edge’s fierceness, he reminds me of a little boy sometimes. “These warm fuzzies, I take it they are not bother
some, but are good.”
A laugh bubbles out of my mouth. “Oh, they’re very good. Like hot cocoa.”
His brow furrows, but he doesn’t lose his grin. Dinner passes, with mainly Edge conversing with me. Sabin continues to pout and glower at me, and the others sit back and observe. Finally, Verus asks, “Serena, what is it you enjoy doing in your pastime?”
“SCUBA diving. I thought you knew.”
“Yes, but is there anything else? Are there activities you enjoyed with friends?”
What’s he getting at? He’s never taken much interest in me before. Sabin’s gaze burns into me, but I refuse to give into it.
“Not really. We would mostly shop and hang out. But a lot of my friends were divers too, and most of them were associates or colleagues of mine.” I look at my napkin sitting on my lap before I continue. “I, um, didn’t really have any friends until I went to college. I guess that’s why they all center around what I do.” I glance from Verus to Sabin, and find his expression has softened toward me. His mercurial mood throws me. “Yeah, it’s a kind of a not so great story, Verus.”
An awkward silence fills the room. It’s one of those moments where you’re the center of attention and all you want to do is slide under the table. I quickly divert the topic by saying, “I do like a little Krav Maga for self defense and exercise, but that’s about it.”
“Krav Maga?” Verus asks.
“It’s a form of self defense but it’s a great work out.”
Verus stares at me and asks, “You can fight?”
“Yeah. Well, not against you hulks. But I can handle myself against humans. You people are way too big and strong.” I add, thinking about that flame haired bitch and how she knocked me through the air like I was nothing more than a feather.
Verus’ mouth curves up. “Yes, I suppose we’re a bit more than you’re used to.”
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