What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [112]
Each sexual experience here had changed her, moved her to a new place both mentally and physically—but somehow, last night, when it had been only her and Brent, that encounter had affected her more profoundly than any other.
Of course, Brent would probably tell her it was some sort of cumulative effect. And maybe he was right. But at the moment, she still felt just as pleasured, relaxed, and happy as she had after coming last night, and her thoughts kept returning there.
She let herself bake in the Caribbean rays, her tan skin making her feel all the more exotic and sexy, until she decided it was time for a dip. And even that felt sensual—the cool water on her warm skin, her body moving smoothly through it. And as she emerged up through the surface to feel the hot sun on her face again, as she pushed her hair back over her head and began gliding toward the steps leading back out of the pool, she remained utterly aware of her body, her sexuality. Her breasts felt plump and her pussy softly engorged with a pleasant level of desire that would build through the day and lead her into the evening with growing hunger.
It was as she climbed the stairs, water sluicing off her skin, that she saw Brent—he sat watching in the lounge chair next to hers in a pair of red swim trunks, hands comfortably behind his head. His sexy gaze roamed the length of her body as it came into view, adding to every other sensation already assaulting her.
“Well, if it isn’t Captain Powers,” she quipped, strolling toward him.
“You’d have been wasted on that planter, babe,” he said, adding with a wink, “Good thing you found me.”
“Speaking of finding—am I under surveillance or something?” She pushed the book in her chair toward the end of it and sat down on her towel, leaning back to dry in the sun.
Brent grinned in reply. “Believe it or not, this is a coincidence. It’s my day off, so I came to the pool—and when I saw a Civil War book, I knew it had to be you.”
She’d still managed to read very little, but she’d brought it with her just in case the urge struck. “You know me too well,” she said, thinking the words were all too true, in so many ways. How could she not be attached to a man who’d seemed so very concerned for her well-being from the very start, and who seemed to understand her so innately? “So you have days off ?”
“I’m into my work, sunshine, but everybody needs some time to themselves.” It was then that she noticed a book he’d brought: A paperback copy of Catch-22 by Joseph Heller lay on the ground between their chairs. And if she hadn’t been completely in love with him before that moment, she was now. The sex doctor with his life full of meaningless physical encounters cared about other things! He liked to read! She loved guys who liked to read. And a classic, too!
“Great book,” she said.
“Yeah—I’m going back through some I didn’t appreciate when I had to read them in school. They’re much better now.” Oh wow—she nearly swooned. And she’d thought the pirate outfit was sexy? For her, this was the ultimate turn-on.
“You look damn fine in that bikini, by the way,” he said, reminding her that he was still obsessed with sex.
But right now, she didn’t mind. The compliment warmed her pussy even as she pointed out, “You’ve seen me in much less and in ultimately more revealing positions.”
He cocked a slight grin in her direction. “Never underestimate the power of a rockin’ bikini, babe.”
Just then, a horrible thought hit her. “So . . . are you taking the whole day off?”
In reply, he lowered his chin and flashed a knowing look. “The day, sunshine, not the night.” Then he shifted his gaze back toward the ocean, adding, “Don’t worry—I’ll be there. And not just watching.”
Thank God! Though rather than let him see her extreme relief, she instead said, quietly, “Thank you for that. Believe it or not, sometimes I really do know what’s