The Satin Sash

The great crash of waves, even with the beach a 120-stone staircase away, echoed in the stillness.

Toni started unpacking.

On the small forged-iron table by the window, Grey unloaded their passports, his iPod, her home keys, then propped his shoulder against the wall, ankles crossed as he fiddled with his cell phone, scanning his messages.

When he tucked it back into his pocket, he pushed himself off the wall and lazily sauntered around the room. So nonchalant. So unaffected by this abstinence that had her in a frenzy.

On the bed, he found a lacy black pair of panties she must have overlooked. Absently, he fingered the crotch, and she felt the touch on her sex and tensed against the sensation. She gritted her teeth, angry at herself.

She had been like this all day. So sensitive to the merest look, touch, scent.

Smiling, he crushed it into a ball and tucked it into the pocket of his tan slacks. She wanted to clamp her mouth over his and devour him.

Instead, she feigned indifference and went to the window, remembering the whales they’d seen the last time they visited. Soaring into the air, crashing back into the water. The water lapped at the jutting black rocks, and she marveled at how calm the sea looked. How she would like to feel it against her. How Grey would feel against her . . . and Heath . . . And then she forgot the sea, the whales, the past and the future, when Grey drew up behind her.

“I’m dying to make love to you.”

Shivering, she wrapped her arms around herself, clutched tight. “I’m dying, too.”

He drew nearer, the heat of him infiltrating her clothes.Was he stroking her hair? “Are you wearing some? Panties?”

Her breathing pattern changed. “Why do you want to know?” The words were faint; inside them, a silent scream for him to touch her. Make love to her.Take her before she went up in flames.

He seized her wrists and brought her arms up, flattening her hands against the window. His weight pressed into hers as he caressed her sides, his voice the very sound of desire. “I’m going to strip you down to your skin, and I’m going to take every little inch of you with my tongue.”

It took an effort to say, “Hah.”

He nudged her legs apart with his knee, seized her long skirt with both hands, and crept them up to her waist. Air rushed across her bare bottom. “I’ll make you come for all the times you haven’t come, and then I’ll have you coming some more.”

A tremble shot through her, and she fought for it not to show, her palms sweating against the glass.

His hand slipped between her ass cheeks.A shock of excitement ripped through her as he groped her. “Pussy.” His terse whisper passed through her in a current of electricity. “My hot, wet, juicy pussy. You’ve been walking like this all day?”

His fingers tunneled into her cleft, stroking the outside, startling her to a cry when he pushed in. She threw her head back, parting her legs wider. “Yes!” She was frantic for him, for this.

“I feel starved, Antonia.” The words were whispered against her neck as he expertly rolled her clit under his thumb, his zipper scraping her buttocks as he rubbed his arousal against her. “I’m starved for the sounds you make, the sight of your face as you come. I’m starved for your nipples, your tongue, the things you say to me when I’m inside you.”

“I miss you, too.” Her eyes drifted shut, her body rocking to his moves, their unchecked passion soaring through her. “Three days, and I can’t stand more.”

He chuckled. “In three more days, you won’t be able to stand, period.”

She threw her head back and laughed, and he covered one breast with his free hand, massaging the flesh. “Do I amuse you, Miss Kearny?”

Her lingering laugh drifted to a moan when he twisted his wrist, a second finger joining his long middle one inside her channel. Her hips moved to his hand, seeking more.

The click of the bedroom door faintly penetrated the cloak of their desire. One word leapt into her mind, and her eyes sprung open.

Heath.

Grey slid out of her. “We’ve got company.”

Taking her wrists in his hands, he gently lowered her arms. He was breathing as fast as she was, his face close to her ear. “We’re going to strip you naked, and we’re going to lick you like candy, and when you’re squirming and begging for cock, we’re going to fill you up until you can’t breathe.” His sweltering tongue did erotic things to her earlobe, gingerly fucked the crevice. “We’re going to do this all weekend, Toni. Night and day. Until all you can think about is getting more tongue on your pussy, more dick in your mouth, more getting lapped at like a wet, juicy lollipop.”

She’d come if he kept speaking, plunging his tongue into her tingling ear.

“Turn around for me, baby.”

She did. Flutters exploded in her stomach at the sight of Heath. Not a dream. Not a thought. But real. Flesh-and-blood man.