All in all, this looks like a bachelor pad and something I’d expect a single guy to have, not a mansion.
“Why do you have a pool house in a house without a pool?”
“I’m not a fan of swimming.”
“Why?” I love the ocean and water, and I even managed to sneak out to swim in the middle of the night without my brothers knowing back on the island.
“Once you’re dumped in cold water and forced to stay there for several minutes, struggling to catch your breath, it loses its appeal.”
He must have drowned as a child, how horrible! “Oh, I’m so sorry.” He enters the pool house, and I notice a telescope there as well. “You like gazing at the stars and planets?”
“As a child, I’d stare at them in the forest while lying on the grass and wondering about destiny. So I figured I’d better get a telescope and study them closer.”
“You’re interested in space?”
I was obsessed with studying different planets and astronomy back in high school.
“Not really. Earth is enough for me.”
Huffing at his cryptic reply, I ask, “What are we doing here anyway?”
“This is my sanctuary. I never bring anyone here, that includes my family and friends.” An odd sense of satisfaction rushes through me at hearing this. “I want to finally make you mine here. Let nature act as our witness.”
For a second I’m too stunned to speak, just blink at him like an idiot and finally croak, “What?”
He starts to unbutton his shirt, gradually exposing his muscular chest to my view, and my stomach flips while goose bumps break on my skin in preparation of something wicked.
The sun shining brightly on him shows him in all his glory as he reminds me of a flawless statue with his carved six-pack, like the sculptor himself molded him into the perfect shape. “We have some unfinished business.”
My brow furrows. “Unfinished business?” And he has to be shirtless to discuss it why, exactly?
“Yes. Last night you ran away before I could fuck you and satisfy this sexy body of yours. That’s unacceptable. My woman comes on my tongue and cock.”
My jaw about hits the floor at his nonchalant voice as if it’s the most normal thing to say, and I stop staring at his body as he removes the shirt and tosses it on the chair while toeing off his shoes in the process. “You brought me here to have sex?” And why does this idea send an odd thrill through me?
My scandalized tone does very little to faze him as he undoes his belt buckle next. “I thought it was obvious from the start,moy cvetochek. Why else would I bring you home?”
Has he lost his damn mind?
But also…
Why else, indeed?
I step back when he takes off his belt with a loud whoosh, making it really hard not to notice his growing hard-on, the thick and hard erection prodding against the zipper of his jeans,and I hate how my core contracts at the sight, imagining what it would be like to have it inside me.
Somehow this angers me even more. “Forgive me, I’m a bit inexperienced when it comes to random hookups. I didn’t know agreeing to go somewhere with you meant having sex.” To my relief sarcasm coats my tone, hoping it scares him away and he understands what I truly think about all this.
Even if my body really, really, really likes the idea.
“There is nothing random about us. Besides, it’s for the best.”
“It’s for the best,” I repeat after him, distracted, finally giving up my fight of not looking at him and freeze at the sight of the various tattoos on his scarred skin. Countless and countless scars, some red and prominent while others are small and faint, but still scars all over his chest. “Oh my God,” I whisper, stepping toward him and extending my hand, only to snatch it back. “I’m so sorry.” I hate these words because they don’t really mean anything to the one bearing the scars. “What happened to you?” I shake my head. “No, please don’t answer that. You don’t owe an explanation.” The only thing worse than people staring at my scars is them asking how I got them.
He probably had some accident as a child, plus he was living and breathing football, right? So he must have gotten some bruises there.
Either way I shouldn’t ask, period, unless he wishes to tell me, and he clearly doesn’t because instead of explaining he says something else entirely.
“When I saw you for the first time back on that beach, I couldn’t look away. You reminded me of an angel coming straight from heaven and falling into my hell. Beautiful, innocent, and so conflicted you didn’t know how to live among us all.” He catches the skirt of my dress, yanking at it and hauling me closer until our chests connect and I gasp at theembrace, his masculine scent filling my nose and his massive form wrapping around me like a twisted web. “All these polite smiles that didn’t mean shit, hiding your emotions behind this indifferent facade.” His arm flexes around me. “I wished to demolish this indifference and see what happens when you lose control. WhenImake you lose control.” He grips my chin and tips it up while my heartbeat speeds up. “These exquisite emerald-green eyes were lifeless until they landed on me.” I swallow as his thumb caresses my chin, causing for more goose bumps to pop on my skin while every hair on my body stands up, electric volts sizzling them up. “Then they turned stormy. From that moment on I knew we were inevitable.”
