Page 18 of OneTime Lovers
“You mean like I’m avoiding you because I’m embarrassed by my reaction to the storm this afternoon.”
He gives me a cute half-smile before saying, “I guess something like that,” then more seriously, “you know you don’t need to be embarrassed about your fear of storms. Lots of people have irrational fears.”
“Great, now I’m irrational,” I joke. “Not helping.”
Laughing out loud, he says, “Sorry––I’m not good at feelings or supportive stuff.”
I turn to face him, looking up into his eyes as I tell him honestly, “No, Scott, you are good at supportive stuff. After all, you got me back to shore this afternoon.”
As I tell him this, I realize I haven’t even thanked him. “I should have said this before now but thanks for helping me.” He shrugs as if it was nothing when it was something to me. I drink the last of my iced water and place the glass back on the bar. “I guess it’s now time for bed.”
“I’m assuming you aren’t saying this as an invitation … but could I walk you to your room?”
This guy does make me laugh with his quick-witted responses, so I accept his offer to walk me to my bungalow.
We leave the bar following one of the many gravel paths which link the resort area to the bungalows. Garden lighting with some assistance from the brilliant full moon guides our way.
Scott breaks the silence of the night when he asks in his low rumbling drawl, “Do you want to talk about the other thing that happened this afternoon?”
My first instinct is to say no, but I don’t want to make things between us more awkward, so instead, I respond casually, “Sure, what do you want to say about theother thing?” Emphasizing his use of words.
I agree there was certainly a thing between us this afternoon. A sexy enjoyable thing.
“I want to say …” He takes a breath then hesitates maybe trying to choose his words carefully. “The kiss was fucking good, and I wouldn’t mind another one.”
Wow, those are some words and I like the sound of them. “Okay,” I respond immediately, eager for a repeat of our earlier kiss. It was that good.
Scott abruptly stops walking surprised by my response. I think I might have even surprised myself too. I meant to keep those thoughts to myself instead of blurting them out. I blame the champagne for loosening my tongue.
“Really, Jas. I’m coming to expect surprises from you, but I didn’t expect you to say that.” In the dim light I can see he’s smiling cheekily as he tentatively asks, “Is now good for you?”
“Only if you make it good,” I purr seductively, even though I already know after this afternoon’s thing he will make it good.
Scott takes my hand, directing me to a darker grassy area, just off the path. He wastes no time pulling me into his arms. Dizzy with the speed and eagerness of Scott’s moves, my head is spinning as his lips crush mine in a wild passionate kiss. And I like this kiss even more than I did the one this afternoon.
All rational thought takes flight as goosebumps ripple over my arms. The silky fabric of my dress slides over my bare skin, directed masterfully by his hand. All while his mouth devours mine. Teasing my lips apart, our tongues tangle in a sensual dance of power. Sometimes dominating, sometimes submitting.
Scott gathers my hair into his hand as his lips move to trail hot kisses down my neck and across my bare shoulder. Each kiss filled with raw emotion. I reach up to bury my fingers tightly into his hair, holding him close and bracing myself as his hungry mouth explores further, heating my blood.
Letting go of my hair, his fingers brush gently across my shoulder hooking the thin strap of my dress and dragging it down my arm. Revealing my naked breast. I’m glad I didn’t wear a bra as I revel in his gaze and touch as his fingertips flick across my taught nipple.
I lean back against the strong arm encircling my waist and offer him complete access. He cups my breast in his hand before bending his head to kiss the sensitive peak. My mind floods with desire as his warm mouth sucks on my breast. Wanting more, I push my chest to him and meld my lower body to his, feeling his hard erection against my waist. I hike my leg up, hitching it over his hip, so his cock nestles firmer against my core.
Yes, it has been too long since I felt like this. Way too long since I had a lover this good.
“Hold on tight,” he murmurs, and I clasp his shirt in one hand and hold tight to his arm in the other. My hand doesn’t come close to encircling his muscled bicep. Clinging to him, he removes his bracing arm, to slide his hand up my bare thigh. Slipping it slowly up under the hem of my dress as the silk fabric falls away.
Amidst the haze of passion, I hear the voices of people coming along the path.
I whisper frantically, “Someone is coming, Scott,” dropping my leg back down. Scott is instantly on alert groaning as he replaces the strap of my dress back up on my shoulder before taking my hand and pulling us into the thicker foliage which surrounds the grassy area.
I giggle uncontrollably at the absurdity of us hiding in the bushes to avoid being caught in a compromising position. At the same time, he buries his face into my neck, both of us desperately trying to muffle any sound.
Blake and Bec pass by completely unaware of what they nearly interrupted. As their voices fade, Scott raises his head and helps me back out of the garden bed. My heels sticking briefly in the soft ground.
As we walk back onto the dimly lit path, he is still smiling. We stand facing each other holding hands, our bodies only inches apart.
Scott touches his forehead to mine in defeat. “I think everyone is conspiring against us, just as things start to get interesting.”
