Master’s house guest and see how she’s coming along.”
Chapter Seven
“ I think you’re burning.” Rock waved the sunscreen in front of her face, hunger and thirst simmering in the depths of his eyes, not for food or drink.
“Dark complexion, remember?” Blythe slid her phone in Rock’s pocket, since she didn’t have a purse. She knew Sixten was lying to her. He wasn’t doing any ambassador work, and by his weary tone, he’d been fighting before answering her call. God, she missed him something fierce. However, she would force herself not to call him anymore, didn’t want him to answer her and miscalculate a move, ending up dead. With a sigh, she brought her new shades over her eyes, courtesy of Rock, and closed her lids. This is relaxation . Though the beach was exceptionally crowded, especially with overbuilt men, everyone granted them a wide berth. Good thing, too, an open space was what she needed.
“Still, I’m a little concerned,” Rock said innocently, though his smile was purely wicked. “Your cheeks seem flushed.”
Waves crashed in and then rolled out, a few gulls bickered over a dying fish, and volleyballs bounced back and forth behind her. Even so, the most significant sound she caught was Rock’s breathing. It started picking up about fifteen minutes ago, when the sun dropped low in the sky. “I don’t do sunburns, especially in this one piece you chose. I swear you had this hidden in a trunk somewhere, probably belonged to your grandmother or one of your lovers from the eighteenth century.”
The sunscreen hit the sand. His hands found her hair, thrusting through until he cupped her head. When between his big palms, she felt more of his power, his unyielding strength. As if she were nothing, Rock could crush her. However, Blythe understood that she was the most important thing in this world to him, and by the look on his face, Rock would protect her for always.
“Lover from the eighteenth century, you say?” Lips swept across her throat. “If I said it was a hand me down, baby, would you be jealous?”
“Jealous?” Blythe grew damp, needy from his simple touch. “Try disgusted. Though I’d be more inclined to believe you if the tags weren’t still on the swimsuit, and by the way, you really overpaid.”
With a voice made of black velvet, he picked one word out of her rant. “If you’re really disgusted , I think I can change your mind about me in less than five minutes.” One hand slid to the back of her neck, holding her. The other lowered and wrapped around her wrist, covering her watch. “You can start timing me.” He pressed that wrist to the sand, held it there. “ Now , Blythe.”
His beard tickled her throat as his mouth dropped to her shoulder, teeth scraping over her collarbone. Correct that, canines caressing her in the most sinful way. They were longer, more pronounced than they had been during the afternoon. With a gentle suction, he brought the skin he’d scraped into the warmth of his mouth, tugging. A sudden pull in her abdomen caused her clit to throb mercilessly, her vagina tightening…empty…craving to be filled. Body tingling everywhere, Blythe went hot, cold and back to hot again.
“Ah,” she whimpered. All around them, heads whipped up. Well-muscled men stopped what they were doing, refocusing on them. “Rock…ah.” Lowering his head, he found a nipple pebbled beneath her suit and tugged it in the same way. After only a second or two, his saliva dampened the fabric, scratching her flesh in the most erotic way. For some reason, her knees dropped open, one pointing to the left and one pointing to the right. Blythe hadn’t the will or the inclination to close them. If only a ray of sunshine would zone in on her now swollen clit, surely, she would climax on the spot. But there are people around. “We can’t.” With her only free hand, since Rock was still holding down the other, Blythe yanked at his hair, but he held firm. She
Chapter Seven
“ I think you’re burning.” Rock waved the sunscreen in front of her face, hunger and thirst simmering in the depths of his eyes, not for food or drink.
“Dark complexion, remember?” Blythe slid her phone in Rock’s pocket, since she didn’t have a purse. She knew Sixten was lying to her. He wasn’t doing any ambassador work, and by his weary tone, he’d been fighting before answering her call. God, she missed him something fierce. However, she would force herself not to call him anymore, didn’t want him to answer her and miscalculate a move, ending up dead. With a sigh, she brought her new shades over her eyes, courtesy of Rock, and closed her lids. This is relaxation . Though the beach was exceptionally crowded, especially with overbuilt men, everyone granted them a wide berth. Good thing, too, an open space was what she needed.
“Still, I’m a little concerned,” Rock said innocently, though his smile was purely wicked. “Your cheeks seem flushed.”
Waves crashed in and then rolled out, a few gulls bickered over a dying fish, and volleyballs bounced back and forth behind her. Even so, the most significant sound she caught was Rock’s breathing. It started picking up about fifteen minutes ago, when the sun dropped low in the sky. “I don’t do sunburns, especially in this one piece you chose. I swear you had this hidden in a trunk somewhere, probably belonged to your grandmother or one of your lovers from the eighteenth century.”
The sunscreen hit the sand. His hands found her hair, thrusting through until he cupped her head. When between his big palms, she felt more of his power, his unyielding strength. As if she were nothing, Rock could crush her. However, Blythe understood that she was the most important thing in this world to him, and by the look on his face, Rock would protect her for always.
“Lover from the eighteenth century, you say?” Lips swept across her throat. “If I said it was a hand me down, baby, would you be jealous?”
“Jealous?” Blythe grew damp, needy from his simple touch. “Try disgusted. Though I’d be more inclined to believe you if the tags weren’t still on the swimsuit, and by the way, you really overpaid.”
With a voice made of black velvet, he picked one word out of her rant. “If you’re really disgusted , I think I can change your mind about me in less than five minutes.” One hand slid to the back of her neck, holding her. The other lowered and wrapped around her wrist, covering her watch. “You can start timing me.” He pressed that wrist to the sand, held it there. “ Now , Blythe.”
His beard tickled her throat as his mouth dropped to her shoulder, teeth scraping over her collarbone. Correct that, canines caressing her in the most sinful way. They were longer, more pronounced than they had been during the afternoon. With a gentle suction, he brought the skin he’d scraped into the warmth of his mouth, tugging. A sudden pull in her abdomen caused her clit to throb mercilessly, her vagina tightening…empty…craving to be filled. Body tingling everywhere, Blythe went hot, cold and back to hot again.
“Ah,” she whimpered. All around them, heads whipped up. Well-muscled men stopped what they were doing, refocusing on them. “Rock…ah.” Lowering his head, he found a nipple pebbled beneath her suit and tugged it in the same way. After only a second or two, his saliva dampened the fabric, scratching her flesh in the most erotic way. For some reason, her knees dropped open, one pointing to the left and one pointing to the right. Blythe hadn’t the will or the inclination to close them. If only a ray of sunshine would zone in on her now swollen clit, surely, she would climax on the spot. But there are people around. “We can’t.” With her only free hand, since Rock was still holding down the other, Blythe yanked at his hair, but he held firm. She
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