patch of curly hair. His hands moved over her thighs and down her
legs and back up again.
Turning his hands inward, he moved between her thighs,
letting the edge of his hand brush against her sex. Lindy whimpered and
wriggled her hips on the blanket. Opening her eyes, she saw Tom smiling at her.
“You are enjoying teasing me like this, aren’t you?”
“Why yes I am. Thank you.” His tone did not patronize.
“Just remember what they say about paybacks. I will have my
turn.” His index finger slid under the band near her thigh and he pushed hard
on her clit.
Lindy’s bravado slipped as the pleasure filled her. Tom
chuckled and removed his finger from her bikini bottom. Coating his hands with
the slippery mixture, he worked on her arms, running his hands over her
shoulders and across her collarbone. His fingers met at the hollow of her
throat, his palms flat on her chest as he looked at her intently. Lindy saw
need in his eyes.
“Mine,” was all he said.
Lindy stroked his cheek tenderly. She wasn’t sure exactly
what he was asking for but she was certain she wanted to find out.
Tom reached behind her back and tied her top. Lying beside
her, he took her hand and they rested in the warmth of the day. It had been a
short night and they both dozed in the companionable silence.
* * * * *
The midday sun was strong when they woke and Lindy was glad
for the shady copse of palm trees protecting them. Tom always makes me feel
so safe. They shared the delicacies from the market, the sharp, crumbly
cheese mixing with the sweet nectar of the mangoes.
Tom fed her, pushing his fingers into her mouth, and Lindy
groaned, sucking the juices from them. He shifted on the blanket beside her,
his growing erection evident in his tight-fitting trunks.
He pulled his fingers from her mouth and kissed her. Lindy
could taste the tangy cheese, the succulent fruit and Tom’s desire for her.
Crawling into his lap, she let the passion fill her to bursting, trying to get
closer to him to ease the ache. She needed—oh how she needed.
“Lindy, if you don’t stop wriggling like that, I am going to
take you here and now.”
Lindy wriggled again, sliding her bottom against his cock.
“Very funny. Do you want to spend the next few days in a
Spanish jail?”
“As long as we were in the same cell, I wouldn’t mind.” The
soft tinkle of her laughter ran through her words.
Tom lifted her from his lap and tried to ignore her adorable
pout.
“You’re no fun, Tom!”
“What happened to the ‘I’m not ready for all that wantonness’?”
“Must be something in the water here.” She slid her hand up
his muscular thigh. “Or maybe the threesome we had in the club the other night
has made me more adventurous?”
“There is that…” Tom lifted it to his mouth and kissed her
open palm. “Let’s read the letters now.”
“Oh Tom, I don’t want to spoil the day.”
“Why would it spoil it? You’re the one that started all
this.”
“I’m afraid.” Lindy nibbled at her bottom lip as she dropped
her gaze to the blanket.
“Afraid of what?”
“That perhaps there might not be a happy ending.”
“Lindy, you are such a romantic. This isn’t a romance novel.
It is real life. Sometimes things don’t work out as you plan.”
“I know.” Lindy tried to push back the sadness of her past.
Thankfully though things did not work out with Stephen or she would have never
met Tom. Sometimes what seems so wrong turns out right in the end.
Lindy pulled the last packet of letters from her bag. The
faded red ribbon slipped from the slim stack of envelopes and tickled her bare
thigh.
“Read it to me,” Tom said.
“Okay.” Lindy took a deep breath and tried to gather her
courage.
My Dearest Emmaline,
I apologize that it has been so long since I have
written. Things here have been quite hectic. As I am sure you know the ship has
returned to England without me aboard. I trust your father gave you my note. My
work here has
legs and back up again.
Turning his hands inward, he moved between her thighs,
letting the edge of his hand brush against her sex. Lindy whimpered and
wriggled her hips on the blanket. Opening her eyes, she saw Tom smiling at her.
“You are enjoying teasing me like this, aren’t you?”
“Why yes I am. Thank you.” His tone did not patronize.
“Just remember what they say about paybacks. I will have my
turn.” His index finger slid under the band near her thigh and he pushed hard
on her clit.
Lindy’s bravado slipped as the pleasure filled her. Tom
chuckled and removed his finger from her bikini bottom. Coating his hands with
the slippery mixture, he worked on her arms, running his hands over her
shoulders and across her collarbone. His fingers met at the hollow of her
throat, his palms flat on her chest as he looked at her intently. Lindy saw
need in his eyes.
“Mine,” was all he said.
Lindy stroked his cheek tenderly. She wasn’t sure exactly
what he was asking for but she was certain she wanted to find out.
Tom reached behind her back and tied her top. Lying beside
her, he took her hand and they rested in the warmth of the day. It had been a
short night and they both dozed in the companionable silence.
* * * * *
The midday sun was strong when they woke and Lindy was glad
for the shady copse of palm trees protecting them. Tom always makes me feel
so safe. They shared the delicacies from the market, the sharp, crumbly
cheese mixing with the sweet nectar of the mangoes.
Tom fed her, pushing his fingers into her mouth, and Lindy
groaned, sucking the juices from them. He shifted on the blanket beside her,
his growing erection evident in his tight-fitting trunks.
He pulled his fingers from her mouth and kissed her. Lindy
could taste the tangy cheese, the succulent fruit and Tom’s desire for her.
Crawling into his lap, she let the passion fill her to bursting, trying to get
closer to him to ease the ache. She needed—oh how she needed.
“Lindy, if you don’t stop wriggling like that, I am going to
take you here and now.”
Lindy wriggled again, sliding her bottom against his cock.
“Very funny. Do you want to spend the next few days in a
Spanish jail?”
“As long as we were in the same cell, I wouldn’t mind.” The
soft tinkle of her laughter ran through her words.
Tom lifted her from his lap and tried to ignore her adorable
pout.
“You’re no fun, Tom!”
“What happened to the ‘I’m not ready for all that wantonness’?”
“Must be something in the water here.” She slid her hand up
his muscular thigh. “Or maybe the threesome we had in the club the other night
has made me more adventurous?”
“There is that…” Tom lifted it to his mouth and kissed her
open palm. “Let’s read the letters now.”
“Oh Tom, I don’t want to spoil the day.”
“Why would it spoil it? You’re the one that started all
this.”
“I’m afraid.” Lindy nibbled at her bottom lip as she dropped
her gaze to the blanket.
“Afraid of what?”
“That perhaps there might not be a happy ending.”
“Lindy, you are such a romantic. This isn’t a romance novel.
It is real life. Sometimes things don’t work out as you plan.”
“I know.” Lindy tried to push back the sadness of her past.
Thankfully though things did not work out with Stephen or she would have never
met Tom. Sometimes what seems so wrong turns out right in the end.
Lindy pulled the last packet of letters from her bag. The
faded red ribbon slipped from the slim stack of envelopes and tickled her bare
thigh.
“Read it to me,” Tom said.
“Okay.” Lindy took a deep breath and tried to gather her
courage.
My Dearest Emmaline,
I apologize that it has been so long since I have
written. Things here have been quite hectic. As I am sure you know the ship has
returned to England without me aboard. I trust your father gave you my note. My
work here has
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