Page 28 of Last Shot at Love

Cerulean’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a tight hug. There was nothing sexual about the hug. It was just immensely comforting. I wanted to stay there forever, relaxing in his arms, being rocked by the water surrounding us, listening to the methodical crash of the ocean’s waves in the distance.

“Come on, let’s get you into bed. Your body isn’t made to sleep in water.” Cerulean’s lips brushed against my forehead, sending another wave of unfamiliar tingles skittering across my skin.

I made a move to pull away, but his arms tightened around me.

“I’ve got you.” He moved through the water with effortless ease.

Cerulean must have shifted before we reached the steps because, when he stepped from the pool, he had two legs instead of six tentacles.

He carried me into the room and lowered me gently onto the bed.

“I’m going to dry you, so don’t start panicking,” he rumbled.

I watched in stunned silence as his hand trailed across my skin, and the droplets of water moved toward his hand like metal beads to a magnet. When his hand brushed featherlight up my thighs and near my breasts, I fought back the urge to squirm. He didn’t linger in those areas, but it was still an erotic experience.

Within minutes, I was completely dry, and Cerulean held the gathered water in a swirling globe on his palm. With a grin, he tossed it through the open doorway, where it splashed into the pool.

“If you can dry water, why were you still dripping wet when you woke me up?” I asked, running a hand through my dry hair.

My hair was so thick it took close to twenty minutes to dry it with a blow-dryer, yet he’d done dried it in under a minute.

Cerulean chuckled. “Water doesn’t bother me, so I often forget to dry myself. But I know land-dwellers are uncomfortable being wet unless they are bathing or spending time at a pool or beach.”

His head tilted as he studied my skimpy bikini. “That doesn’t look very comfortable. Did you bring something comfortable to sleep in?”

“Um, yes. I brought something special to wear to bed.” My cheeks burned, and I wondered if he could see them in the darkened interior of the room.

He cocked his head to the side, an unreadable expression on his face. “But is it comfortable?”

I burst out laughing. “Cerulean, none of the sexy things women wear to bed are made with comfort in mind.”

He shook his head. “Then I don’t understand the point.”

“Women wear pretty things to make their man want them more and to ensure their man finds them attractive.”

Cerulean stalked toward where I sat on the edge of the bed. Leaning down, he caged me in with his powerful arms.

“I already believe you are the most attractive woman I’ve ever seen. I don’t think you could do anything to make me want you more.” He gently nuzzled my neck, his warm breath blowing across my skin.

My stomach clenched, and desire flared to life inside me.

“I suggest we sleep as the sea-dwellers do.” Cerulean stood and made his way to the opposite side of the bed.

Pulling back the duvet and the sheet, he slid beneath them.

“Oh? And how is that?” I raised a brow.

Surely, he didn’t mean what I thought he…

“Naked.” The bright white of his teeth glowed in the dark.

I caught my breath.

He wanted me to undress.

Right now.

Everyone on earth knew what happened when two adults who were attracted to each other got naked in bed together.

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