me around the island, I had nothing to keep my mind busy. Sleeping in Leo’s arms was like eating too many chocolate dipped strawberries. Strawberries were great, but too much chocolate would give me sugar zits on my chin. And it didn’t matter that I knew this to be true. I wanted those damn chocolate dipped strawberries. My level of sexual frustration was through the roof, and now Mother Nature had us crammed like sardines in this tiny villa. This honeymoon villa. Meant for intimacy and sex…and more sex. Ugh!
His lingering touches, his smoldering gaze, drove me insane. Like yesterday, after I’d stepped out of the shower only to find him shaving at the sink and he’d leveled me with a gaze that made me aware how easy it would be to drop my towel. It had taken all my control to keep walking.
After all of these years, he’d decided he wanted me again, and now I couldn’t stop thinking about wanting him . Last night, when I was supposed to be as deeply asleep as he was, the warm breeze carried his whisper soft breaths to me through the dark where they brushed against my skin like a loving caress. He slept like a baby, while I tossed and turned. I spent most nights staring up at the canopy, my senses alert to the very essence of him, just a hand’s width away. If I wanted, all I’d have to do was roll toward him and kiss his lips. And I wanted to, badly.
Again, I had awoken this morning in his arms, every part of my body tingling with awareness, with his warmth. I was tired of fighting the attraction. I wanted to tear his clothes off and make love to him. The need was so unbearable, my body screamed—I wanted to scream.
A warm, moist breeze lifted the thin, ivory fabric draped around the bed. The rain fell in thick drops on the other side of the patio door. The sun hadn’t made an appearance in a day, and right now the haziness of the rain and grey sky matched my mood. Leo was in the other room on the phone, and his voice drifted in to me, making me warm all over.
His presence was so strong—his scent, the warmth surrounding him, his smile, and most of all, his penetrating gaze. I squirmed on the bed, kicking my feet in annoyance, and squeezed my eyes shut. What the hell was wrong with me? The sexual frustration outweighed any hesitation I’d had before about getting involved with him. I didn’t even care about all that, and I certainly wasn’t thinking about the right or wrong of it. All that mattered was the damn ache between my legs. I flopped onto my back and groaned in frustration.
“Fuck,” I cursed, and then sighed because I wanted to do exactly that. With Leo.
“What’s wrong?”
I jerked at his words and opened my eyes. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed; perfectly at ease while I was a mess.
Why is this so easy for him? I leaned up on my elbows and sent him a defiant stare.
“Nothing!” I winced at the screech in my voice. My “nothing” sure sounded like something. Softer, I said, “Nothing’s wrong. I was just thinking about…nothing.”
“If you say so.” He pushed away from the wall and sauntered up to the foot of the bed. He paused, and I wondered what passed through his head that remained unsaid. Then he brushed the canopy aside and crawled up beside me. He didn’t touch me— damn it —and instead rolled over to lie on his back, resting his head in his hands.
I settled back into the covers and stared up at the ring hanging from the ceiling, holding the canopy fabric together. I couldn’t even say I wanted nothing to do with him anymore; it was so far from the truth. He clouded my senses. Every breath I sucked in was Leo.
I turned my head to look at him. His eyes were now closed and it gave me a moment to study him without him noticing. “What are you doing here, Leo?”
“Taking a nap. You?”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. What are you doing here right now . On this island?” I rolled to my side and reached for the wine bottle I’d
His lingering touches, his smoldering gaze, drove me insane. Like yesterday, after I’d stepped out of the shower only to find him shaving at the sink and he’d leveled me with a gaze that made me aware how easy it would be to drop my towel. It had taken all my control to keep walking.
After all of these years, he’d decided he wanted me again, and now I couldn’t stop thinking about wanting him . Last night, when I was supposed to be as deeply asleep as he was, the warm breeze carried his whisper soft breaths to me through the dark where they brushed against my skin like a loving caress. He slept like a baby, while I tossed and turned. I spent most nights staring up at the canopy, my senses alert to the very essence of him, just a hand’s width away. If I wanted, all I’d have to do was roll toward him and kiss his lips. And I wanted to, badly.
Again, I had awoken this morning in his arms, every part of my body tingling with awareness, with his warmth. I was tired of fighting the attraction. I wanted to tear his clothes off and make love to him. The need was so unbearable, my body screamed—I wanted to scream.
A warm, moist breeze lifted the thin, ivory fabric draped around the bed. The rain fell in thick drops on the other side of the patio door. The sun hadn’t made an appearance in a day, and right now the haziness of the rain and grey sky matched my mood. Leo was in the other room on the phone, and his voice drifted in to me, making me warm all over.
His presence was so strong—his scent, the warmth surrounding him, his smile, and most of all, his penetrating gaze. I squirmed on the bed, kicking my feet in annoyance, and squeezed my eyes shut. What the hell was wrong with me? The sexual frustration outweighed any hesitation I’d had before about getting involved with him. I didn’t even care about all that, and I certainly wasn’t thinking about the right or wrong of it. All that mattered was the damn ache between my legs. I flopped onto my back and groaned in frustration.
“Fuck,” I cursed, and then sighed because I wanted to do exactly that. With Leo.
“What’s wrong?”
I jerked at his words and opened my eyes. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed; perfectly at ease while I was a mess.
Why is this so easy for him? I leaned up on my elbows and sent him a defiant stare.
“Nothing!” I winced at the screech in my voice. My “nothing” sure sounded like something. Softer, I said, “Nothing’s wrong. I was just thinking about…nothing.”
“If you say so.” He pushed away from the wall and sauntered up to the foot of the bed. He paused, and I wondered what passed through his head that remained unsaid. Then he brushed the canopy aside and crawled up beside me. He didn’t touch me— damn it —and instead rolled over to lie on his back, resting his head in his hands.
I settled back into the covers and stared up at the ring hanging from the ceiling, holding the canopy fabric together. I couldn’t even say I wanted nothing to do with him anymore; it was so far from the truth. He clouded my senses. Every breath I sucked in was Leo.
I turned my head to look at him. His eyes were now closed and it gave me a moment to study him without him noticing. “What are you doing here, Leo?”
“Taking a nap. You?”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. What are you doing here right now . On this island?” I rolled to my side and reached for the wine bottle I’d
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