‘I wanted this the second I saw you,’ he said bluntly. ‘Was it the same for you?’
In this majestic setting there could only be truth. ‘Of course.’ She ran her fingers down his jaw, her thumb across his lower lip. ‘You’re incredibly handsome.’
‘And you’re bewitching.’
Her body reacted swiftly to the compliment—her nipples going even harder, her inner thighs tightening in anticipation. She smiled, fluttered her lashes as she peeped up at him. ‘A witch now? No longer a vampire?’
He tilted his head on the side and seemed to assess her slowly, the smile on his lips widening. ‘I’m thinking nymph.’
‘Oh-h-h.’ Her juices flowed faster. ‘A nymph.’
She arched her hips against him, her intent pure provocation—a playfulness that was so new, and yet so much fun. ‘You think?’
‘A very sexy nymph.’ He lifted his hand to cup her face. ‘A nymph I’m going to have to have.’
‘Then hurry up and have me.’
The sand was warm and wet on her back, but his body above hers was even hotter. He frowned slightly as he braced above her. ‘You’re tiny.’
Oh. That had been a past complaint, too. Why did she even bother with a bra when there was barely anything to bounce.
‘I don’t want to crush you.’ His voice choked.
Oh. He didn’t just mean her breasts? She glanced down his body. He was a lot bigger than her. But she wasn’t a china doll. ‘You won’t.’
But he was careful as he settled his weight on her—too careful. She arched again, rocking her hips, teasing him. He was close enough now for her to slide her slick sex back and forth against the hard head of his. His jaw firmed as she did it again and again. She didn’t want gentle. She wanted wild and crazy. And she wanted it now.
His large hand gripped her hip, stopping her. Their eyes locked and then in one powerful motion he moved into her. A sure, strong stroke. She cried out as he filled her.
‘Too much?’ he rasped.
‘More,’ she pleaded, almost insane with the sensation. ‘Please more.’
He paused but then pushed forward again.
She shuddered, the pleasure so exquisite that she couldn’t cope, crying out as he drove her deeper and then deeper into the blissful abyss. She gasped, sucking in a lungful of sea air as she struggled to stay together. And a couple more deep gasps later she got it—her rhythm, her strength. Able to meet him stroke for stroke, she half moaned, half laughed and traced her hands over him, glorying in the incredible body riding hers.
Oh, sweet mercy, the man was fit. And as their movements merged into the one perfectly matched rhythm he flipped them both, holding her fast to him until she was astride and he beneath. The water splashed around them, but did nothing to cool.
She looked down at him and teased. ‘I don’t want to crush you.’
His grin flashed, too. But then she reached behind her, down to where their bodies met, and, cupping his balls in her hand, she squeezed ever so slightly.
His harsh groan ricocheted through her as he quaked. His hands gripped her tighter and he sat up, changing the angle in a way that made her draw a quick, delicious breath.
‘You’re in for it now, honey.’ His hair dripped salt water, his smile gleamed wickedly.
Their slick chests sealed as he held her in his large hands, rocking her onto him, around him. Until she was panting and pleading—but he didn’t let her have the release then. No, he merely moved once more—moved her—and began the torture all over again.
They were naked under the searing sun, in the lapping water. Instruments of pleasure—mindless, endless pleasure. There was no past, no future, no innocence or experience. Nothing but the two of them and the magic that flared in the marathon moment. The freedom was intoxicating—a wild, reckless feeling that had her wanting all kinds of things, here and now and deeply physical.
Blind touch, pure sensation, wild eroticism.
And ecstasy.
Screaming, raw ecstasy.
Kelsi let her eyelids open just a fraction so some of the brilliant blue sky above her was visible. She felt their heartbeats galloping, the water washing over them higher and higher as the waves rose and fell. She was completely naked beneath a near stranger on a barren bay. It was beautiful.
‘Thank you,’ she murmured.
She felt him take in a deep breath, felt him relax that bit more as he exhaled and answered. ‘It was such a pleasure.’ He lifted up onto one hand, a slightly rueful look in his eye. ‘I wanted this place to seduce you,’ he admitted. ‘I wanted to seduce you.’
‘And I feel so much better for it.’
He smiled.
The ebb and flow of the waves, the sound in her ears made her even happier. ‘It’s such a cliché.’ She giggled.
‘It’s a universal truth. Fresh air always clears your head.’
Fresh air and a hunk of a man to fulfil every sensual wish.
‘But you need to
get out of the sun,’ he said, running a finger over her shoulder before slipping away, splashing back into the water.
He dived, swimming out—for a moment looking like some fantasy merman or something. Except he had legs. Really good, muscular ones.
She sighed, reluctant to move, but then if she didn’t she really was going to drown. She sat up and looked about for her clothes. Her most expensive lingerie was floating back and forth on the tide, ruined by sand and salt water. She screwed it into a ball and put it in the drenched hat with the equally sodden wrap. Thankfully her dress had landed farther up on the beach and remained largely dry. Most of the sand tumbled from the fabric as she shook it, but there was still half the beach in her hair and sticking to her body. She didn’t care. She really didn’t care—still on a high from the most intense sensual experience of her life.
She turned to watch him emerge from the water. The faint imprint in the sand that their bodies had made as they’d lain together was just visible. But as she watched the waves washed the marks away. Just like that, it was a smooth blank canvas once more. They might never have been there. No one ever would know. But she didn’t want the memory to go just like that. She wanted to savour it like the precious thing it was.
She slipped into her dress and tried not to watch too obviously as he pulled on his shorts. He really did have the most incredible body she’d ever seen.
‘So.’ She cleared her throat. ‘Training in Canada?’ It wasn’t that the silence was awkward, but she needed to think of something normal and stop the spinning of her nerves.
‘Yeah, I’ve been in the pool a lot to keep my fitness up, but there I’ll get back on the slopes.’ He matched her steps as she walked back along the beach, eventually turning up towards the car. From the corner of her eye she could see his mostly bare, bronzed body.
Deep inside she softened again while her breasts tightened. Muscles that had been languid were licked to attention by anticipation once more as she remembered the moments that had passed too soon. She knew that when they got back to the car the spell would be broken—but she wanted to feel the magic some more. She wanted him again—this second.