With her being a nurse, that was what Guy had counted on. He rubbed at his chin. “That walk's still on, if you're interested.
Feeling utterly confused, yet strangely excited. Shelly nodded. “Why didn't you tell me that you were a doctor?"
"Surgeon. Remember, we have a thing about people calling us doctors or GPs.” He shrugged his wide shoulders. “I suppose the topic just never came up."
Shelly's natural curiosity took over. “What did you specialize in?"
"Pediatrics and drug development vaccines. You?"
"A&E, basic trauma nurse,” she admitted, hoping it would be good enough for him. She'd met her fair share of doctors who considered nurses little more than hired help. For a reason she couldn't quite fathom, she didn't want Guy to be one of them.
Putting her fears to rest, he said earnestly, “That's a hard stint, working in a trauma department. I think all you people should get a medal."
That silly grin was back on her face again. She looked at the sea and hoped he wouldn't notice. Guy took her hand as if he had been doing it forever. Shelly gulped. His caress was no more than a cradling of fingers, but it made molten lava of her blood, sending it rushing crazily through her veins. They'd gone about two hundred yards when her eyes fell on her picnic. She laughed. “It's still there."
Guy raised his dark brows questioningly.
It hit her again, as she looked up a good ten inches into his face, just how truly handsome he was. “My picnic,” she explained. “I was on my way to the end of the island to watch the sunset you see, when I was interrupted by David's cry. I had a bottle of wine and everything packed."
He looked at his Rolex. “The sun hasn't set yet. It sounds good."
It seemed that with this particular man, she had to point out the obvious. “Hey, I didn't invite you."
He grinned and said smoothly, “But you were going to."
Shelly blinked. That grin turned her backwards and forwards at the same time. Whatever was the matter with her? When they came to the end of the island, they made themselves comfortable on a sandy outcrop. Shelly leaned her chin on her knees and looked out across the sparkling sea. It was bathed in a multitude of reds and oranges from the setting sun, a huge yellow ball of breathtaking beauty, disappearing slowly over the horizon. In the distance, some ships and the odd catamaran still sailed, long white sails seeming grey in the fading dusk. Looking at the distant shimmering horizon, Shelly, having a moment of weakness, decided the view would have been wonderful to share with a lover and sighed. “It's so beautiful here."
Guy winked. “And it's romantic, kind of makes you want to get it on."
Shelly poked him playfully in the chest. “Don't even think of trying to get it on with me."
"Spoilsport.” He tousled her hair, using it as an excuse to touch her and inspected the food basket. “Hungry?"
"Not really,” she replied, her emerald gaze still focused of the sunset."
"Sure? Because we can eat first."
"First?” she looked around as if trying to assess alternatives.
"I thought we might go for a swim."
"You're kidding, right? It's almost dark, and there are sharks out there."
He stripped off his shirt, sat back on his haunches and regarded her. “Sure, but there aren't any dangerous ones."
Shelly steadied her heart and attempted to ignore the flood of wetness between her legs. “Yeah right, sharks, but not the dangerous kind.” She laughed, then went on before he could respond. “Besides, I can't swim very well."
"I'll take care of you."
She was tempted. “I don't have a bathing suit."
He winked at her. “You have a natural one."
"I couldn't. Skinny-dipping alone might be one thing, but not—"
"Not with me looking on, all lustful?” he teased.
Her eyes skittered away from his, back to the calm sea. “It does look refreshing,” she admitted.
"Go for it,” he encouraged, already shrugging out of jeans. He stacked them, along with the food, under the thin trunk of a nearby palm tree.
Shelly hesitated a moment longer. Then, with a final cautious look around her, as if to make sure no one was watching, she tore off her clothes. She still looked a little nervous, but her huge eyes gleamed at the water as she ran barefoot towards it.
Guy took a deep breath and watched appreciatively. The sight of her perfectly formed little bottom in a white thong, her breasts jiggling as she ran, was almost more than he could take. Some people might say the pyramids in Egypt looked great, others, the falls in Niagara; he'd take this view any day, anywhere, any time.
Shelly, waist deep in water, watched him sprint towards her. He was all man, she had to give him that, from his jet-black hair to the tip of his toes. Her eyes returned time and time again to the large inviting bulge at his crotch. She flushed and looked away. When she turned back around, he was nowhere to be seen. She yelped as something rubbed against her leg. A second later, Guy broke through the surface with a splash, wearing a devilish smile.
"You're a fiend."
"Sorry,” he apologized, shaking the water out his eyes. “I couldn't resist."
Shelly's breath caught in her throat. His body, in the water, was just as amazing as on the first day she'd seen him. Above the low line of his white briefs, which were, thank her lucky stars, becoming a little see-through, his stomach was hard and flat. A black smattering of hair rose across it and patterned out across his muscled chest. His shoulders were wide, beautiful, and sleek. She suddenly wanted him to take her, to encase her in his strong arms, to press his muscled torso against her breasts and hips, and to let her feel all of him. She wanted this desperately, with an urgency that she could taste. She blinked and wondered where the passion had sprung from on this beautiful, orange, sun-drenched evening, when she had already decided that they would never make love.
She'd been attracted to him from the start, but she told herself that she'd been able to control it. Now she thought she must have been crazy to have believed such a thing.
She felt a pair of eyes lingering on her averted cheek. Glancing instinctively up, she met Guy's intent gaze. For a single unwary moment before he lowered his lids, deliberately breaking contact, she'd read purely masculine appreciation for a desirable female in the cerulean depths.
A seagull squawked noisily overhead. The spell that held her motionless shattered, and she looked away. She felt shaky, and her heart seemed to pound out of control as the seawater lapped rhythmically around her hips. It took several minutes before she was able to calm down. She couldn't admit to anyone, not even herself, how his brief glances had affected her.
Seemingly oblivious to the undercurrents that only seconds ago quivered between them, Guy said, “You're very quiet all of a sudden. Still scared of sharks?"
Shelly smiled weakly. “A little."
"Relax, darling.” He stepped up and kissed her forehead.
She gasped. His body was as solid as steel. Trying not to think about what the word darling did to her nervous system, she watched Guy cut away through the surf like he was part of the sea, like he belonged there.
"Are you coming?"
"Later,” Shelly assured, while she wondered if this was all just innocent fun. Despite an intention not to get involved, a fragile intimacy had intruded. She was increasingly aware of their provocative state of undress, and of the tempting, when not downright irresistible, sexual impulses passing between them.
Guy felt as though he could swim for miles. The woman was driving him nuts. He wanted her so acutely that it hurt. He ducked his head in the water and with a quick check of his groin, he determined that it was safe enough to swim back and join her delectable company.
"I wonder how often we could do this."
Shelly, still standing where he had left her, asked, “Do what?"
"Skinny-dipping, of course."
"Oh, I don't know.” She laughed nervously.
"We're not really sk
inny-dipping, you know. We would be, if I,” he ran a hand over his briefs, “remove these and you removed yours."
"Yes well, that's not going to happen."
"No?” His eyes latched onto hers. Then somehow, he found himself overcome by a primitive male urge to seize her and make love to her. He trembled.
"What's wrong?” she asked, stepping closer to him.
"Nothing,” he said, when all he could think about was spreading her creamy thighs and planting himself deep inside her. Of sliding in and out of her body over and over again until they both screamed out their release in unison.
"Are you sure?” she asked and gently touched his arm
Guy's body reacted with such violence to that soft touch that he bit his lip to keep from cursing. Fire steamed through his blood.
"Yeah, I'm sure. It was nothing.” he lied, turning away from her. Then something made him change his mind “Damn it, it wasn't nothing. I want you. I'm hungry for your tiny body, Shelly. You're the last thing I think of at night and the first thing I think of when I wake up. Do you want me? We could do it right here in the water. You know?"
"I'm not interested."
"You're lying,” Guy said, fighting the urge to lift her up and slide her onto his throbbing dick. “There's something between us, I know that you feel it, too.” He felt his eyes slit. “Unless ... is there someone else?"
Shelly bowed her head and wondered how she could answer the question truthfully. She hadn't sorted anything out with Ted. She had just jumped on an airplane and flown halfway around the world. So she supposed there was.
"Well, is there?” Guy hated the note of urgency that sharpened his voice.
Shelly crossed her arms and drew in a rejuvenating breath. “Yes, and it's more than that. We're engaged."
Guy's eyes locked on hers. “I don't get it. Why isn't he here with you?"
Shelly shrugged, failing completely at carefree. “I wanted a holiday alone for a change."
Guy snorted. “You're lying. You've got to be the worst liar I've ever met."
Shelly blanched. It was true, everyone she knew said she couldn't lie to save herself.
Thick, black brows twitched together over his eyes. His mouth turned down violently at the corner and he said, very slowly, “What you're saying is that there can never be an ‘us'?"
Shelly nodded and tried to step away. But he held her firmly, not allowing her to retreat and locked his mouth against hers. Shelly's nipples tingled unbearably when they contacted with his hard chest. She moaned as he pressed his hard cock against her abdomen. Its swollen head was peeping over the top of his briefs. It was like a mirrored image beneath the lapping water. She could almost believe there were two cocks, rather than one.
I shouldn't do this; I shouldn't allow him to kiss me, Shelly thought, as she felt his tongue slid into her mouth. It seemed that her body had other ideas, for her mouth opened and her tongue shot eagerly forward to meet his.
He will hurt you, a voice warned, Ted did and so will Guy. Shelly stiffened momentarily but the growing fire in her loins was just too strong to be ignored. With the thought still haunting her, she ran her hands down Guy's wide back, then cupped his butt and squeezed. Guy slipped his fingers beneath her panties and thrust them deep into her pussy. Cupping her back, he began to move them quickly in and out. He liked the way her warmth enfolded his fingers, cooled from the sea.
Shelly's eyes fluttered shut. She rested her head against his chest while he continued to finger her. The heat in her groin grew as three of his fingers stretched her pussy lips, moving in and out, exploring every part of her. Blind, with touch only, she ran her fingers down his abdomen and cupped the hard swollen head of his dick. Guy moaned and muttered something against her hair. Shelly kissed him, their lips languidly taking and giving pleasure to the other. Then she ran her hand around the head of his cock a few times and swirled a single finger over its tip. He was wet and sticky, even beneath the water. She brought her finger up to her lips and licked off his sticky juice, made even saltier by the seawater.
Guy watched her through smoldering eyes. “God, angel, you get me so hot."
Shelly looked at him and wondered if her own eyes were burning with the same feral lust. Taking his hand, she walked towards the shoreline and stopped when his briefs, now totally see-through and straining against his hard dick, were visible. She pulled them down and stroked his brown dick back and forth with the palm of her hand. Then cupping the head, she wanked him. The sight of his thick, sinewy cock pumping in and out of her pale hand caused a rush of warm wetness to flow from her pussy and be swept away by the sea. He was so huge. Just looking at his cock made her mouth water and her pussy tighten. She wanted to bite down on him with the tight length of her pussy and milk him. She knew that to have his cock pumping her pussy, parting her lips and opening her very centre to bursting point would be the best ride of her life.
But first, she wanted to taste him. She lowered her head and knelt before him. The waterline came up to her collarbone and the sand against her knees was a little rough. But she was eye level with his huge cock and that was exactly where she wanted to be. She looked at it for a long moment, stroking it, marveling, and loving its hardness, its strength. Then she parted her lips and took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling frantically over his sensitive tip. The very tip she wanted to sink her pussy lips down onto.
A rush of air whistled across Guy's teeth and he dug his long fingers deep in her hair. Shelly changed the swirl of her tongue to quick short licks, and then, using her teeth, she nibbled him gently. Opening her lips wide, she took his cock into her mouth and began to move her head back and forth, while her left hand held the base and caressed his heavy balls.
More aroused than ever before in his life, Guy watched his cock, the veins sticking out clearly against the brown skin, gliding in and out of her parted pink lips. Her pretty face was infused with a look of pure ecstasy. Her gorgeous green eyes with the long, curling, dark brown lashes were open. He found it extremely arousing that she was watching while she sucked him off. He gasped as she picked up the pace and began to slide his cock quickly in and out of her mouth. He gripped her slender shoulders when she pulled back his foreskin and swirled her tongue around the sensitive bared skin beneath. The warmth of her tongue contrasted deliciously with the cool seawater and he shivered.
Guy was close, so very close to that mindless moment where he would spill his creamy load in her mouth. He gripped her head, shoving her hard against his furry groin, so that her face was lost in a mass of his pubic hair. He pushed her head still further against his groin, so that she would take all of him. When Guy felt her lips close around the very base of his cock, it finished him. With an explosion, he came, delivering masses of salty cum into her mouth. His body quirked, sporadically causing the water to lap gently around them both.
Shelly swallowed his delicious cum, warm, thick, and not at all unpleasant. As she drank his juice, she looked up into his handsome face. His eyes were shut and his sensual lips parted. In that same instant, she suddenly wanted to suck him again. Never having been a fan of blowjobs, she didn't need a shrink to tell her that she was in trouble ... deep trouble. If she kept allowing herself to get it on with Guy, she was going to fall for him and that was something she couldn't allow. She stood and walked away, unshed tears burning in her eyes, and adrenaline clawing at her belly, scraping her nerves raw. All the while, she cursed herself for being a coward.
When Guy opened his eyes, she was almost at the shoreline. “Hey, where are you going?"
She paused, ankle deep in water and turned back to face him. “That shouldn't have happened."
He was at her side in a moment. “What's up with you?"
"Nothing. It's just you, me, I can't, well ... there can never be an us."
He looked up at the brilliant starlit sky for inspiration. “This has something to do with this other guy, right? Just answer me one thing and I'll never bother you again. Do you love him?"
Shelly couldn't lie. Ted had been the only man in her life since she was a teenager. She supposed she would always love him in a way. Just how much she loved him, she wouldn't know until she met him again. Wretchedly, she nodded, her eyes shimmering pools. “Yes, I do."
"All right then.” Fighting down the lump in his throat, Guy took her gently in his arms and cradled her against his chest. “If that's what you want, we'll just be friends?"
It wasn't what Shelly wanted but it was what she supposed she must settle for. “Okay. Friends.” She hiccupped, her lips brushing his chest.
Guy shut off the longing in his heart. The lady had made her decision and even if it killed him, he would abide by it. But kill him, it probably would. “What about that swim? Then we'll eat?"
She didn't answer immediately. Her whisper, when it came, didn't soothe him. “Sure, buddy."
Chapter 8
Friends! Guy thought bitterly the next day as he set out and checked the diving equipment for his first dive of that morning. It wasn't at all what he wanted. He didn't even know if he could be only that to her. If he hadn't been held up on an island with Shelly, perhaps he would have had a place to escape to, but he had settled down for a rather uncomfortable two weeks to come. She kept her distance but he was still convinced that she felt something special for him. That she desired him as much as he desired her. It frustrated him that he'd promised to stop pursuing her, sexually at least—but what else could he have done, when she obviously was in so much pain whenever they came close to intimacy?
He didn't understand this other half of hers, that couldn't even be bothered coming on holiday with her. Guy certainly wasn't prepared for the deep fury he felt now. Every time he saw her, it became more and more a test of his will not to touch her, not to love her. The temptation was so great; it was growing by the minute and nearly impossible to ignore. He had even started to wonder if his imagination had been playing tricks on him. He'd had so many women, how could Shelly have felt so very different, so very right in his arms? More right than any other. How could the simple appearance of the woman send his heart reeling, and the barest of smiles give him an instant hard-on, or a simple word send his libido into overdrive?
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