Page 14 of OneTime Lovers
Eventually, the water beneath me becomes shallower. Scott stops and we stand up still holding hands.
“Are you okay?” he asks, a look of concern creasing his brow as he removes his fins, mask, and snorkel.
“Yes, thanks to you.” Oh my god, I’m grateful to be standing on the shoreline and even though my hands are still shaking, I’m able to remove my gear too.
Looking up, I notice the dark clouds have moved to completely block out the previously sunny afternoon. While standing in the shallows has lessened my fear to a more manageable level, it’s still there.
“Sorry, I panicked out there. I’ve been scared of storms for as long as I can remember and being so far out made it worse. It’s lightning and thunder which terrifies me more.” I shudder with the memory.
Scott steps forward to wrap me in his strong arms and I lean into him holding tight to the waistband of his boardshorts, accepting the reassurance he offers.
Not for the first time, I’m reminded of how tall he is, I don’t usually feel petite standing next to a guy. I’m taller than most women, but Scott still towers over me. I like how protected it makes me feel.
Easing back, he bends his head down to kiss me gently on the lips. A featherlight kiss so soft it feels more imagined than real.
Lightning flashes across the sky accompanied by a loud rumble of thunder and out of nowhere torrential rain. Interrupting the moment and sending us running from the water to a nearby beach hut. Luckily the beach hut holds some clean towels so we can dry off as we plan to wait out the worst of the storm.
Sitting in a beach hut on an island in the middle of a storm watching lightning occasionally snake across the sky is a long way from my idea of fun. But I’m certainly not willing to make a run for it back to the resort so it will have to do for now.
I guess sitting huddled in Scott’s strong arms does help the situation.
Chapter 8
Scott
ThefeelofJasmine’swarm, wet body pressed up close to my side gives me ideas of much naughtier things.
But what sort of a jerk would take advantage of a woman’s fears? Probably me, my semi-hard cock announces loud and clear. It’s not like she’s panting with passion, she’s probably hyperventilating.
My control has already slipped once as we stood in the shallows. Jasmine looking up at me with relief glistening in her emerald eyes, undid me. I had to comfort her. I wanted to ease her shivers, hold her close to me, make her feel safe. And then I needed to kiss her. Good thing mother nature intervened with some well-timed lightning and rain, otherwise who knows where the kiss may have led us.
No, I tell myself again, now is not the right time to make a move on this sexy woman. No matter how private the beach hut feels or how tempting she is in her skimpy bikini. A bikini that has a lot of her glorious naked skin pressed up close to mine, touching chest to chest as I hug her to me. Instead, I need to try to make her feel safe till this tropical storm can blow back out to sea.
Jas trembles against my body as another rumble of thunder splits the air, louder than the continuous drum of torrential rain on the wooden decking extending from the front of the hut. I hold her a little closer.
Close to her ear, I whisper, “Hey, it’s okay, we’re safe here and the storm will pass soon.” Trying to reassure her as another flash of lightning streaks across the darkened sky makes her jump. Each flash a reminder that I should have checked the weather forecast before I suggested a snorkeling trip.
She quickly burrows her head into my shoulder, and I move to enclose her fully in my arms. Shit, she’s really freaked out. Remembering she said it’s the lightning that frightens her, I pull one of the towels tighter around us, shielding her view from the full force of the flashes lighting up the sky.
As we sit cocooned in beach towels, the storm subsides almost as quickly as it began. The wind drops, the torrential rain eases, and the rumble of thunder can only occasionally be heard in the distance.
Jasmine raises her head from my shoulder and the towel covering her head slips down. Her green eyes still filled with tears lock onto mine. I gently run my thumb under each eye, brushing away the residue of her fear. Her skin is soft and smooth beneath my touch, I wonder at how good touching other parts of her body would be.
My thumb trails down to follow the line of her lower lip as a sigh is released from Jasmine’s mouth and her eyes flutter closed. She is breathtakingly beautiful in this moment, and I can no longer resist the urge to kiss her. I brush a light kiss across her brow to gauge her reaction and I’m pleased to feel her arms slide around my waist. Emboldened, I softly kiss first one closed eyelid then the other. Her lips part slightly on her released breath. Cupping her cheek in my palm, I raise her lips to meet mine in a sweet, gentle kiss.
Well sweet and gentle was the plan, till Jasmine’s lips open beneath mine, demanding more from the kiss. Our kiss deepens quickly. Our tongues dueling with each other seeking pleasure. I’m willing to give her everything she wants.
Jasmine’s sizzling response doesn’t surprise me. I knew from the moment we met, and her lips touched my cheek, there was chemistry between us that would be exciting to explore.
The towel slips further, revealing her bare shoulder and giving me access to more of her gloriously soft skin. Moving from her lips, I trail hot wet kisses along her jawline and when she tilts her head exposing her neck to me, I continue my exploration. Jasmine’s moans encourage me to nip and kiss my way across her neck and shoulder. I like how responsive she is to my touch.
Slowly stroking my hand up her back, I move her more fully onto my lap, where I’m sure she’ll feel more than the touch of my hands and lips. Yep, she certainly can as she wriggles her butt on top of me.
My arms are full of this sexy woman, and my hands are now free to explore. I cup one full breast in my palm. Her pebbled nipple pokes through the damp triangle of fabric, begging me to pinch its peak, and as I do, she moans.
I want to make her do more than moan. I want her screaming my name in ecstasy.
As I reach behind Jasmine to undo the clasp on her bikini top, I hear Cassie calling her name.
