StealingThe Bride (6 page)

“
Sate
.”
He pointed to the meat and then the fruit.
“
Rambutan
.”
His finger shifted and
he said, “Rice.”

Swatting
his hand, she laughed, “I know that one.”

Humor
lit up his eyes making them bluer than the passion-filled gray she was used to
seeing. Picking up a stick, he slid a piece of meat off and held it before her
mouth. “Open.”

Men
didn’t feed Leya Greenwood was the thought that entered her mind as she parted
her lips for him. Men wanted to date her and even have sex with her, but none
of them wanted to sit around naked and slip food in her mouth with such sensual
leisure.

“Hmm,
that’s good.” She couldn’t hold back the moan as the flavors bathed her tongue.
“And tender.”

“Yes,
it is.” Smiling, he bit into a piece of meat on the stick.
“One
of my favorites, next to this.”
He fed her a piece of fruit next.

Leya
couldn’t believe how the savory spices and the sweet tartness of the fruit
complemented each other in her mouth. “That is really good.” Happy, she did a
little bounce against his lap, forgetting herself for a moment.

Groaning,
he said, “If you keep that up the food will have to wait.”

“No-no-no,
it’s too good, I must have more.”

“You
got it.” As he scooped the rice and let her try it, she plucked off some more
chicken and gave it to him. They continued to feed each other and discussed
topics such as favorite foods, music and movies.

They
both discovered they loved jazz with vocals and classic movies.

As
the platter between them slowly emptied, Leya found herself amazed how much she
enjoyed just talking to him. He was knowledgeable about so many interesting
things that she found herself transfixed by the sound of his voice and the
light caresses he gave to her on the cheek, her shoulder or thigh. The touches
weren’t overtly sexual, but they still had her blood singing.

“Now,
my dinner is done…” His voice trailed away as he moved the platter, settling it
under the lid on the nightstand then turned and seized her with his steel gray
gaze. “I’m ready for my dessert.”

It
didn’t take her all her years of education for her to understand clearly that
she was on the menu. Her body was on fire with desire for him too. Leaning over
him, she said, “I want mine as well.”

“Hmm.
We have quite the quandary.”
His hands moved up and down her thighs, staying away from the area she wanted
to feel him most. “How do you suggest we fix it?”

“Well,
I could just slid up a few inches and make us both really happy.” She ground
her ass against his thighs where she sat just below his thick cock.

“That
wouldn’t give me the dessert I seek, most.”

Arching
an eyebrow, she asked, “Which is?”

“A full-mouthed taste of you.”

Oh
damn. She couldn’t breathe. Her clit was throbbing incessantly and she found
herself shifting to angle it against one of his hard thighs trying to give
herself release.

“So,
what should we do?” she whispered.

He
winked at her. “Come here.”

With
his strong hands he urged her hips to follow his lead until he had maneuvered
both of them in position, her in reverse on her knees with his face between her
spread thighs below her sex. In their current physical arrangement it gave her
the advantage of planting her hands on his torso for balance and his impressive
shaft was within reach for her to play.

The
first swipe of Kolby’s tongue had an electric current shooting up her spine,
she gasped and bucked away. Not sure if she could handle the intensity of the
contact. But, Kolby wasn’t having any of it. Gripping her hips, he held her in
place as he glided along her slit and circled her clit.

Digging
her nails deep into his chest, she ground her hips closer to him, needing more
of his wicked tongue. As her desire built, she didn’t want to leave him out.
She
crept
her fingers down his torso and took his cock
into her hands. Loving the feel of his hot, hard flesh she wrapped her fingers
around him. His shaft thick and broad, she was enraptured by him. Leaning over
him, as best she could with Kolby’s fierce hold on her ass keeping her available
to him, she licked the crown and collected the small pearl of moisture. The
taste of him was intense and robust, just like the man.

She
took him into her mouth and suckled the plump head.

He
growled below her and caused vibrations to ignite her sex as he drew on her
clit. She was going out of her mind with sensations. Giving as good as she got,
she licked and stroked working him further along her tongue as he dipped inside
of her caressing her walls.

The
two of them worked in tandem pleasing each other orally. When she began to
come, he pressed a hand along the center of her back keeping her body flushed
to his. Not willing to give up the hard cock in her mouth, she swallowed him
deep, still leaving a fistful in her hands as she climaxed, moaning around him.

His
tongue laved the expansion of her sex until there were just a few tremors
raking her body as she lay panting with her forehead pressed to his hip. Using
efficient skill, he swung her hips around until she was straddling him, his
bulbous head pressing against her opening. She stretched to the side and
grabbed a condom then removed it from the package with shaky fingers. Fumbling,
she finally got it securely in place. Yearning to have him fill her throbbing
walls, she pressed down and received his cock inside of her from tip to base.

He
reached up and brushed her hair way, caressing her breast. “I must say, sitting
there you make quite the sight, a memory for lonely nights.”

“Oh,
sir, I doubt you have many nights alone.”

She
meant it teasingly, but for a moment the fingers that were playing with her
nipple stopped and there was a shifting that happened behind his eyes. When she
rotated her hips, seating him at the perfect angle inside, his gaze became
smoky with lust again and the obscure emotion had left.

A
part of her wanted to question him about what was going on in his mind, but
those kinds of questions would make more of this night. Or possibly cause
emotions for this man, something she couldn’t allow to happen.

“Ride
me hard, princess.”

Leya
did just that. She too was glad to use sex to push her thoughts away. Leaning
forward she set her hands against his chest for better balance and began to
arch her hips so that only her ass lifted and popped it back down causing Kolby
to growl and release a stream of expletives.

As
she rode him, over and over again, pumping her ass against his thighs pushing
him toward completion, he made good use of his hands. Squeezing and plucking
her nipples, making her sex gush with wetness around his cock. Her body began
to quiver and she worked faster against him, trying to push him over the edge
with her. She’d never been with a man who had such stamina. Even as their
bodies were both covered in sweat and the breathing was harsh in the room that
was filled with the scent of their mingled desire, he still showed no signs of
finishing soon.

He
called out words of encouragement as he lowered his hands to her hips and
pressed her tight against him, grinding is shaft hard into her. Her eyes rolled
back, as she bit down on her bottom lip attempting to stave off the orgasm that
she knew was only breaths away.

“Please,
Kolby, come with me…” she pleaded. She didn’t know why it was important for her
to have him join her in ecstasy, but everything inside of her at that moment
yearned to bond with him on some level.

Heeding
her request, he sat up. “Wrap your legs around my hips,” he said as he
encircled her waist and pressed her to his chest.

Obliging,
she moved and locked her ankles at his back. The intimacy of the position didn’t
escape her.

“Hold
on, princess.”

As
she gripped his shoulders, he thrust upward as he forced her body down hard,
impaling her and stretching her wide. He claimed a nipple, circled the
sensitive tip with his tongue then took it into his mouth and suckled it. The
firm pull of his mouth as well as the fierce rhythm he kept them at removed all
definitive lines between pleasure and pain. The final thought that went through
her mind as their completion came in tandem was that the wall between them was
beginning thin as well.

Chapter Five

“Shhh,
you’re all right.” Kolby’s husky voice was low as he remained still, but
continued to stroke his hand gently along her spine.

Her
orgasm had come and gone, but she couldn’t stop shaking. Her body was
shuddering as if she was cold except she felt hot all over and tiny eruptions
seemed to be going off in her sex with every movement and breath. “What’s wrong
with me?”

“I
think your G-spot is over stimulated.”

Leaning
back slowly, she frowned at him. However, even that small amount of movement
made another wave of tremors begin. She pressed her lips together and moaned.
The feeling wasn’t painful, just the opposite, but she couldn’t get them to
stop.

When
she was a little more settled, she asked, “How can that be?”

He
glanced down, to their joined sex, then back to her.
His steel
blue gray eyes dark.
“I’m going to go out on a limb and say that it’s
been a while since you’ve been with a man.”

“What
makes you think that?” At any other time, she may have folded her arms over her
chest in a brisk gesture, but she was afraid that even a movement such as that
would stir up another round of miniorgasms.

He
lifted an eyebrow high. In that one expression and the feel of his cock snug
inside of her, she couldn’t deny it.

“Fine.
It’s been a minute…” She threw
her hands up, her body quivered and she moaned. “Or two years.” Exhaling a
breath slowly, she said, “But, it’s not as if I don’t orgasm on a regular basis.”

She
couldn’t believe she was having this conversation with a man that was
practically a stranger to her.

“With an insertable toy?”

“No.”
Damn, could my face feel any hotter?
Leave it to me to be the only woman addicted to the quick release of a bullet
instead of the long minutes spent with a dildo or cock vibrator and cause her G-spot
to be “out of practice.”

“Well,
there you have it.” He smiled and flexed his cock inside of her, causing a
maelstrom of waves to course through her body.

“Shh-it,”
she whimpered.

“Okay,
I think I know what will help.” He lifted her hips and slipped from her body
making her spasm. After he got up from the bed, he jogged to the bathroom.

Laying
still on the bed, apprehensive about any movement, she heard the toilet flush
and running water. Next there was a more forceful sound of rushing water that
she assumed was from the bathtub. He came into the room, sporting a towel
around his waist and picked her up from the bed and gingerly carried her into
the bathroom.

“I
think I’m a little old to be getting carried around.”

“I
didn’t think you would make it if I let you walk.” He winked at her.

Rolling
her lips inward, she kept herself from laughing and disturbing her lower abdominal
muscles.

The
large round tub was already halfway filled with the water flowing from the two
stainless steel spigots on opposite ends. He lowered her into the warm water,
slightly more on the hotter side, but not to the point she couldn’t enjoy it.

Once
the tub was filled, he turned the center knob and shut off the faucets.

“Do
you mind if I join you?” He dropped his towel.

She
couldn’t help devouring every inch of his sexy, nude body with her gaze.
“Not at all.”

He
climbed in behind her, and he pulled her back against his chest. For a moment,
they both remained quiet in the water.

Her
body began to relax as the warm water soothed her internal muscles and the
tender areas of her sex. Kolby reached out and picked up a small cloth and
dipped it in the water, squeezing the excess liquid along her shoulders and
breasts.

With
her head against his shoulder, the atmosphere around them that had normally
been sexually charged became serene.

“How
do you feel now?”

“Better.
The bath is helping a lot.” She rolled her head to the side and glanced up at
him. “Thank you.”

Lowering
his mouth, he kissed her lightly, his beard tickling her face. “You’re welcome.”

“Tell
me something that will take my mind off my body.”

“Hmm.”
He
drizzled
more water on her.

“Have
you always liked being in the ocean?” she prompted, wanting to know something
about him without getting too personal.

“As
far back as I can recall. I almost reconsidered when I was eight going into it
anymore.”

“For real?
Why?” She pushed her hands at
the surface of the water and watched the small ripples.

“You
have to promise not to laugh.” He tilted her chin up and stared at her.

She
wasn’t sure how a story about him never wanting to go into the sea again could
be funny, but she agreed.

For
a long moment, he just stroked the wet cloth over her shoulders and arms, then
he finally began, “When I was eight years old my family went to the beach and I
was playing on an inner tube. Lying on my back, I stared at the sky while I was
taking handfuls of water and throwing it up on myself.”

She
could picture him as a little boy with wild hair and excitement on his face to
be in the ocean. Listening, she remained silent.

“Well,
somehow I must have floated by a jellyfish and scooped it up into my lap. It slid
up the leg of my shorts attempting to escape, I guess. Let me just say a
certain portion of my anatomy was on fire. I don’t remember a lot between me
screaming, leaping out of the tube and almost swallowing most of the ocean
trying to get to shore.”

He
lifted one of her hands and began rubbing the cloth down each of her fingers.

“My
dad dragged me out of the water. Once there my mother reacted as any mom, I’m
sure, when their child is crying and holding themselves. But, right in front of
all God’s children, she yanked my shorts down to my ankles and inspected my ‘boo-boo.’
To top it off, she put some cream on it from her beach bag and added a
Scooby-Doo Band-Aid.”

Leya
tried not to laugh, she truly did, but she couldn’t get the image of Kolby with
a Band-Aid on his penis. It started as a giggle and turned into a full on
roaring laugh to the point tears where rolling down her face.

He
didn’t help, because he kept saying things like, “I could’ve lost
my wee-wee
that day” or “A doctor could’ve been needed for
full reconstructive surgery.”

At
first he pretended to be offended at her joviality, but soon smiled and even
chuckled himself.

“Forgive
me.” She exhaled a long, slow breath and wiped the tears from her face.

Wrapping
his arms around her, he said, “I’ll have to think about it. I’m not sure how
sincere you are.”

Snuggling
against him, she said seductively, “Would it help if I kissed it to show how
sorry I am for laughing at it?”

“Absolutely.”

Just
when she began to lower herself in the water toward his cock, which was semi
erect below the surface, he took hold of her shoulders and halted her descent.

“On
second thought, that will just make me want to bury myself in your sex again
and I doubt if you could handle another round.”

As
much as she would’ve liked to contradict his words, she knew they were right.
The tremors were gone, but she still needed a little more time before she would
be ready to get back up on the horse, literally.

Pulling
her to him, he kissed her deeply then set her away from him as he added some
exclusive labeled soap from the dispenser in the wall and began bathing her.

She
had to admit that she was enjoying being around him as much as his touch and
couldn’t help but wish for more time with him.

*
* * *

In
the early morning light coming in through her balcony window, Kolby stared down
at the profile of the woman sleeping beside him. Leya slept on her stomach with
her hands buried beneath the pillow. It had only been a few hours since he had
sex with her after awaking with a hard-on as she snuggled her bare ass against
his dick. He’d awaken her with light kisses to her shoulder then slipped his
condom-covered shaft inside of pussy from behind. As they spooned their loving
had been slow and tender easing her gently into her final orgasm of the night.

Used
to rising before sunrise without an alarm clock, he inhaled deeply to clear his
mind of the Sandman’s fog. His finger itched to reach out and brush the thick,
wavy strands away from her face so that he could see her better, but he didn’t
want to awaken her. She would have to be up in a little over an hour to get to
the diving session and he knew she needed the rest.

He
hadn’t anticipated staying the night, but he couldn’t pull himself away from
her. Not just because of the sex, as he would like to convince himself, but
there was something about his princess.

My
princess?
Those words gave him the push he needed to get out of the bed and locate his
clothes. The last thing he needed to do was become attached to her. This was
lust.
Scratching a mutual itch, nothing more.

Shoving
his legs into his shorts, he snatched them up his body. He needed to keep this
brief affair with her in perspective. They had agreed on last night and that
was it. Case closed.
Besides there was no room in his life
for a pampered princess.
He didn’t live his life in the society pages;
far from it.

He
yanked his shirt over his head and allowed his gaze to travel to her in repose
under the expensive duvet and canopy. A woman with hands as soft as hers, who
stayed at five-star luxury hotels for vacation didn’t believe in getting dirt
under their nails.
Having been down that road more than once
he knew that course and refused to take it again, thanks to his ex-girlfriend.
The next woman he allowed into his life would be comfortable with the simple
things of life.

After writing a note for her instructing
her to order
nasi
goreng
at breakfast, because she’d need
the high protein and carbs for the dive.
He signed it with a K for his name. He felt like
he wanted to say more. Tell her how much he enjoyed last night or how sexy her
body was or how soft her features became after she climaxed or how much having
sex with her had been a soul stirring experience, but deciding against any of
those he set down the pencil. Slipping on his shoes, he quietly left the room.

Two
hours later, Kolby spotted her the moment she arrived and got in line with the
other guests to receive her tank. Today her hair was pulled back in a tight
French braid down between her shoulder blades. She was wearing a wine-colored,
two-piece bathing suit. The top was strapless and the bottom was a miniskirt
style. He felt the throbbing of his body as he watched her hand Mita, his
diving assistant, her tote bag to be placed in the locker while they were out.

He
wanted to rush over to her, embrace her and ask her how she was feeling this
morning, but he kept his feet firmly planted on the fiberglass boat at the edge
of shore.

Last
night he had added her name to the roster for the dive so she wouldn’t have any
problems this morning. As she got her tank and diving suit from Mita, Kolby
watched as Leya introduced herself to the other guest as they all slipped on
the suits. He wondered if she had done her yoga exercises in her room since he
hadn’t seen her on the beach earlier. However, he’d forgone his usually dawn
surfing so that he could go to his place, change and eat a quick breakfast.

As
he watched her follow the other six people headed to the water in order to
climb into the boat, he wondered if she had missed seeing him this morning,
saying good-bye, possible with a kiss. That thought caused his gaze to locate
her mouth and remember the feel of her full lips against his.

Hearing
an older man groaning a little as he attempted to get a firm hold on the handle
above the two stairs, Kolby returned to his job. Reaching down, he helped the
gentleman maneuver into the small passenger vessel and dragged his tank up
next. Standing at the end of the boat, he helped one passenger after another
from the hip-deep water into the boat.

By
the time, Leya, who was last in line, stood at the stairs he just wanted to
jump into the water and wrap his arms around her and swim away, to be alone
with her again. The haze shadowing her brown eyes told him that she might be
feeling the same way. Instead, he held his hand down to her and waited. When
her slim, elegant fingers slipped into his, he felt a current move up his arm
and his whole body began to heat up. It shocked him how much he wanted her
after a night of being inside of her.

Normally,
with other women, one night was good enough. Hell, sometimes one hour was more
than sufficient. Not with Leya, his gut shouted.