I grinned. “I don’t even know what you used to do.”
“I’ll explain my work soon. And you can teach me about clothing design.”
Would I be here long enough? Pang.
With a sigh, I turned toward the ocean, taking a generous sip from my flute. Right now my family was celebrating with the bubbly too. Cheers, guys. Go Muppets.
I wished they could see this sunset. Rays blazed over the water, setting it aflame, and I had a front-row seat.
Because of Dmitri Sevastyan. He’d wanted me to draw back curtains for him? He was drawing them back for me.
“I believe the display is best when there are low storm clouds,” he said. “We’ll have rain soon.”
“It looks too wild to be real.” That dreamy sense persisted.
“The night you and I met, I imagined watching a sunset here with you.”
I faced him with a smile, thinking he was kidding.
But his sunstruck eyes held my gaze. “With my first sight of you, I was done-in. All this shining blond hair and these shapely curves drew my eyes like a magnet. You looked like an angel to me. One with an edge.” An edge? He should see me sharp cards. “My chest tightened, and my pulse raced.”
“Really?” No nails-over-chalkboard sensation. He was telling the truth.
He nodded. “When I registered the blue of your eyes, I believed I was having a heart attack. I thought I would die—with you as my last sight.”
Intense man! My flute shook on the way to my lips. I’d already drained it?
“Our courtship might have been brief, but it was grueling all the same—because I’ve never wanted anything so badly, and I knew I would get only one shot at winning you.”
“I understand you were attracted to me, but don’t you have a history of pursuing something all hot and heavy, then losing interest? It kind of sounded like that happened with your computer work.”
He took my empty glass, setting his and mine aside. The muscles in his damp forearm flexed and something caught my attention. I squinted, able to make out the faintest scar running across his wrist, then up his arm.
The first hint of an imperfection on this man’s body. From a surgery?
Before I could ask, he said, “I had goals I wanted to accomplish in my career, and once I did, I turned over my work. My goal with you will take a lifetime to achieve.”
“What goal?”
“I told you I would always want more from you. Affection. Attachment. There is no limit. I will coax it from you.” He pulled me across his lap, then coiled his arms around me.
“You just put a ring on it, Dmitri.” God, had he ever. It still branded my finger. “Seems like you got a lot of me today.”
“There’s a difference between being wed and being married. We were wed today, but I want our lives entangled, until they are seamless. Until the line between us blurs to nothing.”
I almost wished I hadn’t grown so jaded, so I could believe in fairy tales and love at first sight. Take away my armor, and I would be head over heels for Dmitri already.
He was a dream man who’d brought me to a dream home to watch a dream scene. Lava-orange and yellow and scarlet battled in the sky. “This is all make-believe.”
“This can be our life,” he rasped at my ear. “I want it to be.”
What if you found out something bad about me? I needed to ask him—but that would only make him look harder.
He curled his finger under my chin. “I haven’t kissed my wife nearly enough today.” He leaned in.
His lips covered mine, and I let myself fall under his spell again. When my lids slid shut, I saw residual images of the sunset—and his eyes.
Lady Luck help me, this felt like . . . a beginning. A true one.
Once I was panting against his lips, he drew back, a wicked gleam in his gaze. “I want you to watch that sunset while I touch you. I’m going to play with you till dusk.” He untied my bathing suit top, peeling it off my breasts. He cupped one, and his breath gusted over the top of my sensitive ear. “You’re not to cover these when we’re alone.”
I nearly moaned. To walk around topless in a glass house? It was as if he’d bought it with an exhibitionist in mind! Simply being outside and half-dressed was a huge turn-on. Steam kissed my stiff nipples, but then a cool breeze would come tickle them.
He leaned down and nuzzled one peak. He drew it between his lips, flicking it with his tongue.
I whimpered, cradling his head.
He sucked harder, tugging at my nipple just shy of discomfort, but I loved it. As he moved to my other breast, his hands dipped, and he untied the bow at the side of my bottoms, pulling those away as well.
CMNF.
Leaving my breasts aching, he straightened to run his lips up my neck. “I want your body open to my touch.” He maneuvered me on his lap until I was leaning with my back to his chest and my feet flat on his knees. Under my ass, his erection strained against his shorts. Then he spread his own legs, forcing me to part my thighs. “That’s it.” His fingertip grazed my entrance. “Now keep watching. Whenever you see a Pacific sunset, I want you to remember this pleasure.” Under the water, he eased his middle finger inside me, lazily thrusting it.
My gasp turned to a moan when he wedged his ring finger into me as well, making a rock-on gesture. “So tight.” He thrust his two fingers harder, his palm cupping my clit.
My head lolled, but he said, “Ah-ah, beautiful. Keep your eyes on the sun.”