Page 46 of Poseidon's Island Flower

Will telling me deter me from wanting to be with him?

I knew whatever he said wouldn’t keep me away. I cared for and adored him. I had an unexplainable attraction, a soul sucking feeling I was supposed to stay with him. And it was scary as hell.

To find out his past right now would change nothing. I didn’t want his fear of me leaving to muddle up inside him. My curiosity about his past wouldn’t be sated for now, and that was okay.

Cy sat cross-legged on the large towel, the sun setting further over the horizon. He was biting the inside of his cheek, and I knew enough was enough. I put my hand on his shoulder, his body relaxed, and my heart pulled me toward him. He needed more of me, and I needed more of him. My body was going to explode if I didn’t get more than just his hand in mine.

Cy’s shoulders were slumped, his confidence was lacking. I pushed him back, having him sit up straight instead of the curl he had begun with his body. Cy didn’t have to tell me why he was the way he was, but he would not become the hollow shell he was once before.

Because he was more.

I sat up on my knees, becoming bolder than I should, and straddled his waist, lowering myself on his lap. My thicker thighs swallowed his, and once my rear sunk down into his lap, he gasped audibly. Cy’s eyes dilated, shifted, and slitted into the strange shape that reminded me of a sea serpent. As quickly as it appeared, it disappeared, and I rested comfortably in his lap.

Now wasn’t the time to ask about his eyes. I wouldn’t make him even more uncomfortable right now. He could be as self-conscious as I used to be about my eye color changing months ago.

“You don’t need to tell me anything right now, Cy.” I rubbed his cheek with my fingers. His eyes closed, and he cupped the hand touching his face. “I know it bothers you, and I don’t want to bring up the past if it’s going to hurt you. We’re still new to all this. You don’t know me well enough to share.”

“But I want to,” he blurted. “I want to know all of you, Lani. You’re the undiscovered fauna of my ocean. I crave to know and understand you.”

“So, are you treating me like one of the marine life, then?” I giggled, stroking his cheek. “You’re going to write me down in one of your journals and study me?”

“Yes, I’d like that very much.” He nodded. “I want to know every part of you, and I want you to know every part of me. But—”

“But you aren’t ready.” I leaned into him, my nose grazing his. “I can see it in your face. It hurts you.”

“How can you see?” he whispered. “How can you see that?”

I smiled, settling myself in his lap more comfortably.

“The way you hold yourself, the dip in your shoulders, how you cower away from me. Your brow is furrowed, and your soul is hiding from me. If your past is doing that to you, I don’t need to know right now, and if you never tell me, I’m okay with that. I know who you are now. And I’m happy with that.”

Cy and I loved touching each other, but it was usually just our hands and arms. But this, we hadn’t tried to be this close, this intimate. Now we breathed the same air, could feel the heat of each other’s faces, and the flush of our skin touching.

I wanted to coo at the tall, lean man in front of me. His hands were draped on the blanket, and he was afraid to touch me anywhere else. Cy did not know where to put them, too afraid to make a move.

As I sat on his lap, I was mere inches away from his erection, our swimsuits being the only barrier between us.

It was cruel to think of his dick right now. I wanted to pleasure him, feel him completely naked beneath me. Feel him fall apart under my hands, my mouth. But It was too soon, and I wasn’t sure if we would ever get there. But I would wait as long as I needed to because I couldn’t deny the spark, the heat between us.

Has this man even kissed anyone?I thought.

It wouldn’t matter either way, but my lips were aching, burning, trembling to touch his. Our gazes were aimed at each other, my eyes dropped to those beautiful cupid's bow lips. The brush of the stubble on his upper lip would do me in. I’d go home and relive this moment repeatedly.

I rose up on my knees as I hovered over his face. Our conversation long faded away, our hunger growing. “I’m going to kiss you, Cy.” I didn’t want to ask him, scared he would reject me. But if he did, of course, I would comply.

My heart thumped in my chest, waiting for a sign of rejection, but I received none. Instead, his eyes closed, his head tilted back, and his chin jutted toward me. I cupped his cheeks with both of my hands, the stubble coarse against my calloused fingers. We both sighed deeply as our lips connected.

Cy kept his hands on the sand. I waited for him to rest them on my hips, to pull me closer, but he didn’t. I backed away, kissing him softly one more time before I whispered, “Put your hands on me, Cy.”

He did so without question, wrapping his arms around me as I descended to a kiss again. He sighed heavily, his body crushing me into his. I continued to kiss him, taking the lead, showing him how to kiss, and it was the sweetest, most memorable moment I would ever have.

He wasn’t forcing his tongue into my throat or forcing me to part my lips. Did he not like the kiss?

“Are you okay?” My lips grazed him as I spoke. He didn’t reply but nudged his lips back onto mine.

I giggled, feeling his eagerness.

We kept our kisses light and sweet, and I nipped at his bottom lip for fun. Cy’s grip became tighter around my back, pushing me closer to his erection. I moaned, not quietly either, wrapping my arms around his neck.

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