“Slow down, sweetheart. We should savor this. It’s so peaceful here. We should treasure this alone time. There is no telling when we’ll have such an opportunity again.
You know how these leaps tend to throw us directly into danger.”
“I don't care,” she said. “I want you.”
“I want you, too, obviously,” he said. “I promise I'll give you everything you want and more. Allow me to take my time with you. Make it special.”
“Are you telling me ‘no’?” she asked him in disbelief.
He ground his hard cock against her. “Does this feel like a no? I just want to do this right.”
She nodded reluctantly.
He grinned. “I love you, Lara Darlene Kensington.” She wrinkled her nose. “I told you my middle name?” He had spent a year with her in the future that she had never experienced. His history with her was long. Her history with him was nonexistent. He was always surprising her with little pieces of information he shouldn’t know about her. Sometimes it was a challenge to get to know him because he forgot that she didn’t know as much about him as he knew about her. He’d known her intimately before she’d ever even met him. It was al very confusing at times.
“It took quite a lot of sexual teasing to get it out of you, but I was victorious.”
“That must have been some tease,” she said.
“I'll give you a demonstration a little later.” He eased away from her. “Stay here,” he said. “I'll be right back.”
She reluctantly released her grip on his hard-muscled body. “Where are you going?”
“I must give my princess her bath. I'd say that requires soap.” She watched him wade across the pool. When Reece climbed out of the water, a flood poured from his pants and he had a major tenting condition at his crotch. Lara bit back a laugh and admired the transparent fabric clinging to his firm backside. He went to a cabinet and began tossing things into a large, tightly-woven basket. He returned to the pool a few moments later and waded back to Lara, floating the basket ful of various bottles and other items in the water beside him. When he reached the alcove, he hopped up on the edge of the pool and set his basin of toiletries next to him.
“Come here, princess,” he beckoned.
She gave him a puzzled look, but approached him, putting a hand on each of his knees.
“Lower,” he instructed. She squatted down in the water, eye to eye with the thick bulge in his pants.
“And what do you think I'm going to do down here?” she asked, licking her lips, eyes trained on his crotch. She wouldn't mind taking him in her mouth. Giving him pleasure was as much a turn on to her as it was to him.
“Oh God, Lara, don't look at me that way. Turn around.” She offered him a puzzled look, but did what he said and turned to face the opposite direction. Reece’s strong hands moved to her hair. He was soon working fragrant soap into her thick, curling locks, drawing sighs of content pleasure from her as his strong fingers massaged her scalp. After her hair was sufficiently lathered, he hopped back into the pool with her and moved her back under the flowing water, working the suds out of her hair. She stared up at his handsome face, her body thrumming with anticipation.
“I'm sufficiently seduced,” she murmured as he leaned close to get the last of the soap out of her hair.
She pulled him against her and kissed him heatedly, rubbing her breasts against the crisp hair on his chest. He let her have her way with him, his hands moving to her buttocks and roughly massaging her cheeks together, exciting her in ways she'd never imagined. After a moment, she leaned back to catch her breath and he nuzzled her neck, dropping hot, wet kisses along her throat to her ear. He took the lobe in his mouth, sucking and nibbling it until she was gasping with need.
“Reece,” she panted. “Reece.”
“Hmm?” he murmured. The husky sound caused her to shudder.
“I want you,” she gasped. “Now.”
He chuckled. “Not yet. We need to shave you first.”
“Shave?”
He nodded. “One of my duties as your guard, apparently.”
“They told you to shave me?”
“A lovely, African servant woman said it was required of me.” Lara wondered if it was the same she had seen in the dining room. “Wel , I wouldn’t want to interfere with your job.” She grinned at him.
“I thought you might cooperate.” He moved her through the water towards the ledge he'd recently vacated. He set her on the cool marble of the pool and she nearly leaped out of her skin.
“I'm sorry, princess,” he murmured, drawing her back into the water. “How thoughtless of me.” He kissed her gently. “Forgive me?” She would have forgiven him anything at that moment. He pulled a cloth from the basin of toiletries and spread it on the ledge.
“Here. This should be more comfortable.” He set her on the cloth and she looked down at him, wondering what he would do next. He dropped down so that the water almost reached his chin, took her foot and placed it on his shoulder. He began to apply a thick layer of lather from her ankle all the way to her hip. He then took a sharp blade and very carefully shaved her leg. She watched him, wondering why this was the most erotic thing she'd ever experienced. When he finished with the first leg, he smoothed his hands up and down over her slick flesh looking for spots he’d missed. He kissed the instep of her foot and went to work on the other leg. A kiss to the instep of her other foot, and her legs were silky smooth. Her eyes widened when his fingers tangled in the thatch of hair between her legs.
“This goes, too,” he said, his voice a husky timber.
“What?” she gasped, jerking involuntarily.
“I was given instructions to shave al of your body hair. Hold very still,” he whispered, lathering her pubic area now. “I prefer to be the only one of us circumcised.” She dared not move as he shaved her mound. She wondered how she could be so daring as to allow it. This was up-close and personal to the extreme. They had been intimate on several occasions, but not this intimate. Broad daylight. His face even with her spread thighs. He could see everything. She watched him draw the blade over her throbbing flesh in careful strokes. When he'd finished, he rinsed the area careful y and then set his straight razor aside before lowering his head and suckling her fully exposed clitoris. A jolt of pleasure shot down her thighs and up her belly. She clung to his hair, her head tossed back in abandon as she involuntarily gyrated against his face. A climax gripped her within seconds, leaving her a quivering mass of languorous flesh.
“Feel better, sweetheart?” he asked her.
She looked down at him, thinking she'd never seen anything so sexy in her life as him gazing up at her from between her thighs, lips moist with her juices.
“A little,” she breathed and smoothed his hair tenderly.
He grinned. “There will be more where that came from,” he promised. “Come in here with me.”
“I'd rather come with you in me,” she said feeling incredibly bold.
He chuckled. “All in due time.”
She slid into the water and leaned against him. These feelings of tenderness—love and also gratitude for temporarily satisfying her seemingly insatiable lust—were completely new to her. She never wanted her time with Reece to end. He simply held her gently for a long while, fingertips tracing a lazy pattern over the skin of her back.
“Reece, tel me how you first met me.”
“It's not very romantic.”
“I don’t care. Tell me.” She always felt like she was m
issing out on so much since she’d never experienced the year of her life that had led to her and Reece being engaged. Though that year didn’t exist in Lara’s memory, it did in Reece’s. When he’d traveled back in time to save her from being murdered, he’d saved her life, but he’d robbed her of memories she was certain she’d have treasured. She wanted to know as much about what she’d missed as he would tell her. She felt cheated.
“Okay, I’l tell you, but you’re going to be disappointed.”
“I could never be disappointed in you,” she said. When she looked up at him and smiled, his gaze shifted to the empty space behind her and he drew her against him more securely.
“You were looking to buy an artifact for your Ancient Egypt display case at the museum,” he said. “You contacted me to see if I had anything unique. I brought some pieces I had for sale to your office. When I told you my price, you said I was trying to rip you off.”
“Were you?”
He chuckled. “No more than anyone else.”
“Then what?”
“We made a deal.”
“What kind of deal?”
“I let you put my items on display in exchange for sex.” She jerked away and glared up at him. “You're joking,” she sputtered.
He laughed. “Ah Lara. The look on your face right now is priceless.” She scowled.
“Of course, I'm joking,” he said, hands raised in surrender. “It took me three months to get you to agree to go for a cup of coffee.”