Experienced (A Real Man, 4) by Jenika Snow Page B

floating in the water. Her eyes were closed, and the rise of her breasts above the waterline had this deep-rooted need slamming into me.
    My cock hardened.
    My pulse quickened.
    And all I wanted to do was strip out of my clothes and join her in the water.
    She turned around and opened her eyes. She gasped and splashed backward when she saw me, and I felt like a voyeur for watching this clearly private act.
    “I’m sorry,” I said, feeling ashamed, but also feeling aroused and hot for this woman.
    And she was a woman … all curves and softness.
    She wiped the water off her face and slowly shook her head. “No, you’re fine. I was just startled.” She offered me a smile, and that small gesture had every muscle in my body tightening harder.
    This wasn’t just about me wanting Sabine in my bed, under me, taking every inch of my cock.
    This wasn’t about me needing a younger female to make me feel alive.
    This wasn’t about me thinking this was some taboo desire I felt for her.
    No, this was about me wanting her as my woman.
    She was young, over two decades younger than my fifty years of age, but none of that mattered. Age was just a number.
    She swam over to the edge of the pool to get out, and even though every good intention to turn and give her privacy rose up in me, I found myself standing there, watching her, and taking in every second of this moment.
    The droplets of water that slid down the long lines of her body.
    The swell of her breasts as they rose above the hemline of her bikini top.
    The slight protrusion of her hipbones as they peeked above her swimsuit bottom.
    The roundness of her ass as she bent down to grab her towel.
    God, she was gorgeous, spectacular, and it wasn’t just on a physical level. The slight glint of the necklace she wore caught the light, and I realized it was the feather I’d given her four years ago.
    I couldn’t deny that the fact she still wore it all these years later pleased me to no end.
    I’d only planned on staying a few days, but I didn’t want to leave, not without her.

    * * *
    Sabine
    I felt his eyes on me as I grabbed my towel. I would be lying if I said I didn’t admit I enjoyed him watching me.
    I stood and lifted the towel to my face, patting the water off my mouth and cheeks, and watched him. He stood so still, his big body seeming tight. What was he thinking right now? Was he looking at me in the way I wanted him to, in the way that I looked at him?
    We didn’t speak. It was a little strange standing here with just my bikini on, at three in the morning, with Hugo watching me like he was this predator about to grab his prey. But I also liked it.
    I’d missed him so much.
    “It’s been a long time, Sabine.”
    His thick Russian accent had always done something to me, something wicked and warm. He didn’t look much different from the last time I’d seen him. These last four years had certainly been good to him.
    “It has. I’m glad you could come.”
    “I wish I would have been here sooner, for the actual ceremony.”
    I smiled and held the towel to my body. “You’re here now, and that’s all that matters.”
    His hair was on the whiter side, with a splattering of gray thrown in. But his face wasn’t aged, not like how I’d seen on other fifty-year-olds. My father certainly didn’t look like Hugo.
    He wore a suit, the white shirt underneath it unbuttoned at the collar, and his tanned, toned chest and neck on display. He was a large man, tall, in shape, but this air he wore about him made him attractive to me. He could look at a person and seem like he knew their entire story. He was successful, intelligent, but he was also kind.
    He’d always been so kind, and I think that’s why I loved him.
    God, don’t go there. Don’t even think that with him standing right in front of you.
    “You look well, Sabine.”
    I fought back the shiver at hearing him say my name. His accent seemed to be a little thicker when he pronounced it.
    “Thank you,” I