Natalie peeked at him and expected his gaze to be pinned on her chest, but instead, she was snared in his powerful blue-eyed stare.
Swallowing, she relaxed.
He bent toward her, nuzzling her cheek with his nose. “Nat, I want to look at you,” he whispered. “I’ve been dreaming of seeing you, all of you, for so long now. I’ve seen you checking out my naked chest this week, it’s only fair that I get to see yours.”
“It’s different.”
Without looking away from her, he reached down and cupped one heavy breast. “You’re so soft and full. I love the feel of you.”
She squirmed, wanting to feel more than just him holding her.
“God, I want to taste you.”
Without thought, she muttered, “Yes.”
Still holding her wrists stationary, Griff moved down her body and caught one stiff nipple between his teeth. Gently he tugged. Natalie wiggled, wanting to feel his heavy weight crushing her once more. He held her breast and licked over the tip, twirling his tongue in circles, before switching to the other, to lavish it with the same attention.
Straddling her hips once more, he released her wrists. He ran his palms over her sides, her stomach, and her hips, his gaze following each touch. He brushed his knuckles over her breasts.
No longer fighting, she let him look, waiting patiently for the verdict.
“You’re so beautiful.” The words should have sounded clichéd, but somehow Griff made that corny line sound authentic. “One of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.”
Now she knew he was teasing her. She waved that thought away. “Oh please, you’ve been all over the world.”
“And as much as I longed to see all those beautiful places, I feel like I’ve been waiting for this one the longest.” Briefly, his gaze met hers before travelling down once more. “Without a doubt, you’re one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.”
The stark longing in his voice made her nearly believe his words.
“What about all of you?” She eyed his boxer shorts.
He grinned at her. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll remove my underwear if you remove your panties at the same time.”
“I suppose I could agree to that.” Feeling more and more like the sexy librarian Trish had teasingly compared her to, Natalie toyed with the waistband of her underwear. “One...”
Griff grabbed hold of his boxers. “Two...”
Grinning like fools, they both shouted, “Three!”
In her excitement, her limbs got a little tangled, and it took her a moment to wiggle free from the material. When she finally tossed them aside, she got her first peek at Griff. Without his boxers to conceal his shaft, she got to see exactly what had caused the tent earlier that morning.
Long and thick, his erection stretched out from dark curls. His testicles were pulled taut against his body. Masculine, aggressive, and full of need, he towered over her, momentarily pressing his member against her mound. She spread her legs and would have wrapped them around his waist, but he stopped her. “Not yet, babe.”
Eager to feel him inside her, Natalie slumped. She wasn’t prepared for him to touch her, so when he forced her thighs apart and slid two fingers along her seam, she jumped. When he shimmied down to the foot of the bed, her body clenched in anticipation. Would he put his mouth on her?
He found her opening and gently pushed his fingers inside, just a bit, just enough for her hips to arch off the bed in a demand for more. Now dampened, he dragged those finger tips over her clitoris.
His gaze was glued to her pussy when he asked, “I know that you’re a book lover, a fan of words, but how do you feel about numbers?”
She frowned. “I don’t understand.”
With his thumbs, he held her open, leaned in, and gave one fast lick over her clit. “Sixty-nine?”
Eager, Natalie’s eyes widen, and her mouth watered. “Okay.”
Less than a minute later, after some fancy movements and a few awkward ones, they got settled. Natalie used the cock that was dangling over her face as a distraction from thinking too hard about what Griff was looking at. Sure, she’d gotten a bikini wax before leaving for a vacation that would require a bathing suit as her most regular outfit, but it was still a very private spot that she didn’t even look at. She definitely didn’t want others scrutinizing her.
Any fear fled when Griff murmured his approval and set his tongue on her. She tried to keep from bucking beneath him and focused on him instead. Grabbing his cock in one hand, she held him immobile and wrapped her mouth around the tip.
The long moan that flooded the air encouraged her. She licked her lips and took his swollen member further into her mouth.
They moved together, his hips slowly thrusting. His fingers moving on her, in her, as he sucked on her ripe little clit. Just when it started to get to be too much, when tears started seeping into her eyes, he pulled away.
“Enough playing.” With a wet mouth, he kissed her inner thigh.
“Playing?” She laughed as he left the bed and searched in his luggage. Dramatically, she threw an arm over her forehead. “I’m nearly dying here. I feel like I’m on the knife’s edge.”
He came back to the bed and passed her a condom. “Can you open this?”
With her occupied, he spread her legs and shoved two fingers deep inside her. Gasping, she dropped the half-opened packet in favour of clutching the fitted sheet. When she tried to twist away, he used his free hand to grab her breast. Pumping his fingers, he held her in place, where she was at his mercy and he was welcome to watch her writhe.
She rode his hand, no doubt drenching the bedspread in her wild lust.
Attempting to snatch some level of power, she fumbled and stretched and finally grabbed his cock. In light, rushed strokes she caressed him, pleased when he dropped his head backward and groaned.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Yes.” He released her in favour of the condom. He tore the packet open, sending part of the wrapper flying onto the floor. He rolled it on before joining her.
With her legs wrapped around his hips, she was open to him, waiting as he reached between them, separated her lips, and sank into her.
Each slow stroke was agony as his cock caressed her sensitive inner walls. She felt him harden inside her. She ran her fingers along his buff arms and over his strong shoulders. Her fingers tangled in the dark hair at the base of his neck. The golden cross that hung from his neck dangled between her breasts.
He lowered himself on those impressive arms and kissed her. When her lips parted, his tongue swept inside. Tenderly, he made love to her mouth just as he did her body. She would have wept from the sweetness, but the pulsations pushed her too close to the edge to enjoy any sentimental value the moment had to offer.
She clenched around him. He rode her faster.
Like a rising tide their efforts increased, their urgency sweeping away time and space, their entire sense of being focused on that one purpose, finding complete and utter bliss.
She felt him go rock solid. The pressure increased, submerging her in a river of ecstasy.
Shaking uncontrollably, Natalie was barely aware of the tremors overtaking his body. He pulsed inside her, trembled above her, and finally fell spent next to her.
Drawing in uneven breaths, they lay side by side. He took her hand, linking their fingers.
His cool blue gaze locked on hers. “My God, you’re incredible.”
Lack of energy and an inability to move her now-limp muscles kept her smile weak. That moment of complete and utter relaxation was the last thing she remembered before falling asleep.
Chapter Four
She woke up naked.
In the silent hours of the night she remembered feeling Griff’s arms around her, but now as the morning light streamed through the window, they’d each found separate sides of the bed. She peeked over at Griff, but couldn’t tell if he was sleeping or not.
Car
efully she eased from the bed and tiptoed into the washroom. After making use of the toilet and splashing some water on her face she headed back to the bed. Facing away from her, Griff sat perched on the far edge.
With her arms crisscrossing her torso, she debated picking up her discarded pajamas. Instead she raced back to bed and tucked herself beneath the covers.
Running a hand over his face, Griff turned to her. “Morning, beautiful.” Bending toward her, he planted a kiss against her cheek.
She watched as he waddled, barefoot and buck ass, into the bathroom. A moment later she heard the toilet flush, then the door open. Soon it was the sounds of him brushing his teeth.
After she heard him gargle with the mouth wash, he rummaged around in the bathroom, then came into the main room and rummaged around in his luggage. The morning wood he’d sported on his way to the bathroom was fading, his sex now softer-looking. He pulled a smaller bag out of his travelling trunks. “I’m going to shave, but I’ll leave the door open in case you need in here.”
Natalie wiggled her feet. “Okay.”
He disappeared into the washroom again.
Today was the wedding, and once it was over, they’d still have two full days at the resort. Natalie thought about all the things to be done today and was happy she wasn’t a bridesmaid. Her responsibilities included showing up, and that was about it. She knew Griff would be busy running around on whatever errand Mark, or more likely Sabrina, sent him on.
Natalie picked up her phone, connected it to the internet, and checked her email and social media pages. Before leaving for vacation, Sharon had made her promise not to work during the week. For the most part, she’d left her phone locked in the safe in their room, but once a day she liked to check her messages to ensure she hadn’t missed anything important.
Five minutes later she was struck with a thought. When Griff was finished shaving, he’d dress and then he probably had plans to meet up with Mark. Would he want a kiss goodbye?
Panic washed over her. In a rush, she tugged her pajamas on and headed for the bathroom. Based on the questioning look he sent her, she realized she must have looked a little odd sliding breathless onto the tiled floor.
“I’d like to brush my teeth.”
Griff rinsed his razor beneath the faucet before removing another strip of shaving cream from his face. “Have at it.”
They worked around each other, making use of the tiny sink. Careful not to bump him while he took a blade to his skin, Natalie brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth. Griff carefully smoothed the razor over his throat and jaw, leaning closer to the mirror for what Natalie assumed were the tricky bits.
She’d never watched a man shave before. It was oddly mesmerizing.
Finishing, he cupped his hands beneath the running water and splashed his face. Natalie watched, transfixed, as the droplets traced the contours of his cheeks and ran along his strong nose. Grabbing up a hand towel he patted his face dry, then turning to her, lifted his chin for inspection. “Miss anywhere?”
Eager to touch, Natalie ran her fingers over his jaw.
So smooth.
She inhaled.
Raw male fragrance, mixed with clean aftershave. Heaven.
He captured her wrists and kissed her palms. “I’ll take that doe-eyed look as a no.”
Natalie cleared her throat. “No, you didn’t miss anything.”
He slid her a wicked grin and suggestively whispered, “I know.”
Blushing, Natalie was unprepared when he grabbed her hips and urged her onto the counter. Stepping between her spread thighs, Griff kissed her.
Yep, she’d been right to brush her teeth.
Without reserve she kissed him back, playing with his tongue, memorizing his taste.
“I probably won’t see a lot of you today.” His palms glided over her thighs. “But tonight I’m hoping for a repeat.”
Natalie nodded. “Me, too.”
Tipping up her chin, he gingerly kissed her mouth. When she felt his cock hardening against her leg, she stroked it. Under her labours it continued to grow, but he stopped her. Stepping away, he chuckled. “Tease.”
She followed him to their shared room and watched him get dressed. He’d likely change into dress pants and a crisp shirt for the wedding, but this morning he tossed on a pair of blue jeans and a snug black T-shirt. He kissed her goodbye, slipped on a set of sandals, and was out the door.
Joyously, Natalie hugged herself before cuddling into the sheets for a few more hours of sleep. She was going to need her energy later that night.
The wedding was beautiful.
The resort had provided a decorated arch along with dozens of tropical flowers. The sun had set in the background as the couple exchanged their vows. The maid of honour cried. The mother of the bride cried. Nearly everyone shed a tear.
Griff looked fiercely attractive in his tan slacks, icy collared shirt, and white fedora hat.
The reception dinner was hosted at one of the resort’s a la carte restaurants. Although they were a small crowd, the atmosphere was boisterous. The parents of the bride and the parents of the groom both gave brief speeches, as did Grace and Griff.
Griff’s speech was excellent. He spoke well, with a natural confidence. He had a few jokes, told a few tales that Natalie had never heard, and he finished with endearing sentimental words to inspire the couple.
Maybe she was already half in love, but she thought his speech was the best.
That night they partied on the beach. Natalie stole Griff’s fedora, wearing it on her own head. Barefoot they danced to a variety of music as the stars poked holes in the sky.
It was difficult to tell where the sea ended and the sky began, Natalie thought as she gazed across the ocean. Toes in the surf, she felt the sand grains rubbing on her heels. Fresh water frolicked around her ankles.
She heard Griff approach, felt his hand on the small of her back. It was tranquil, standing on what seemed like the edge of the earth with a man so capable and strong, yet caring and gentle. She breathed it in, like a balm to her soul.
The sounds of the party played on behind her. The breeze of the ocean whispered to her.
Passing her a drink, Griff kissed her temple. “I thought you might be thirsty after all that dancing.”
She gladly accepted the offering and took a sip. Orange juice and Sprite. She’d ceased drinking alcohol sometime during her meal. He’d been paying attention.
“I’ve got a few more tasks to do as best man. It’ll be awhile yet before I’m able to come to bed.”
Natalie felt a twinge of disappointment. To keep from dwelling on it, she decided to stay a little longer at the party. “I’m going to hang around for a bit, but I’m going to turn into a pumpkin if I’m out much later.” More like a wilted flower, but she didn’t much care for that image.
Griff leaned toward her, his thumb stroking circular patterns against her cotton halter-top dress. “Will you wait up for me?”
“You want me to?”
He nodded. “If you’re going to stay up reading, will you keep that dress on? All through dinner last night I kept thinking about peeling your dress off you. Tonight, I’d love to strip this one from your body.”
Natalie shivered.
Mark called him over. With a final kiss to the top of her head, Griff was gone.
Trish and Destiny shouted to her. When she finally confessed that they’d slept together, the women applauded Natalie’s catch and wanted all the details. Natalie shared a few things, like watching him shave that morning. They couldn’t get the details they wanted, so eventually they gave up in favour of dragging her over for more dancing.
The moon had been in the sky for hours when Griff approached her again. He stepped in behind her while she was dancing. His lips touched her ear. “Nat, the party is going to keep going, but do you mind if we slip away?”
Soon they were running from the beach, hand in hand, stopping only to
pick up their discarded shoes. When the others called out to them, Griff gave a small wave over his shoulder. Not once did he slow his pace or turn around.
Giggling, they ran along the paths that wound through the resort. They side-stepped over a tiny lizard and completely ignored any pebbles in their path. Occasionally Griff would pull her into a little alcove and raise her hands above her head, locking them in place with one of his own. He’d press his body against her and kiss her until she was crying for more.
Eventually, they fumbled into their room. Kissing her all the while, Griff shoved the door closed. Their shoes hit the floor with a thud.
“Come.” Taking her hand, he led her to the foot of the bed. He dipped his hand into the V-neck of her dress, his clever fingers slipping over her flesh and latching onto her nipple.
Swaying, she gasped and reached for his belt.
“No.” He stopped her, grabbed her hips and spun her around.
With a hand on the middle of her back, he forced her onto her elbows. Bent over, her ass in the air, she waited for him.
His hand ran the length of her leg, slipped beneath her skirt and flipped the material over her back. His palm glided over her ass, and for a moment she thought he might spank her. The idea sent a spark of excitement through her.
Instead, he slipped his hand into her the front of her panties, dipping low until he stroked over her wet clit. She pushed backward, her ass rubbing against the front of his pants. She felt his erection protruding.
Hooking her panties with his fingers, he dragged them down. Kneeling beside her he placed kisses along the back of her thighs. “You have the prettiest legs.”
She widened her stance, hoping he’d take the hint.
He did. Rising to his full height, he grabbed her hips and glided her into a rhythm against him, rocking together until they were both panting.
“Don’t move,” he whispered before abandoning her to grab a condom. Hovering over her once more, she heard his belt buckle, then his pants hitting the floor, then the sound of the foil packet being torn.
Bending his knees, he positioned himself at her entrance and thrust in as far as he could go. Moments later she felt him brush aside her hair and attack the knot holding her halter top together. When he’d eased the material apart, it dropped, baring her from the waist up. With her dress now bunched around her middle, he was free to touch her.
Neptune’s Passion Page 3