Capri's Fate (17 page)

Thal
l killed the engine and followed her back to the galley. She pointed at the wine and the opener, while she placed wine glasses, plates and silverware on another tray. Squeezing her arm down on the wine bottle she put under her armpit, Capri nodded at a bowl. "Can you grab the salad, and wine then we'll have everything?"

He tucked one Chianti under his arm, stuffed the opener in his back pocket, picked up the salad and a second bottle
, then followed Capri on deck. When everything was set up, Capri settled on the bench as Thall pulled the wine opener from his pocket. He lifted up the bottle, read the label and grimaced.

Capri
chuckled. "I've heard that a black rooster on a bottle of Chianti means it's really good."

"Sticking a black dragon on a teapot didn't help the tea any." He
open the bottle and sniffed the cork. His eyebrows rose. "Mmm. Might not be so bad after all." He filled her glass, then his and settled on the bench next to her. "A toast. To us."

"Us?"

"You and me for having survived the craziest couple of days. Who would have figured on a cyclone, an earthquake and a tsunami? What odds?" He held out his glass.

Capri
clinked her glass on his. "To us and adventure."

Thall
picked up the salad and offered it to Capri. "This meal looks and smells fantastic."

She waved her hand toward the water. "And the view is spectacular. A calm ocean. A sky full of sparkling stars. It's so quiet."

"Good food. Good wine. Great scenery and awesome company. Let's eat." He tossed back his glass and gulped the contents.

Capri
sipped her wine and hid a smile behind her glass.
Awesome company. I so agree.

The gentle roll of the boat, the contented feel of a stomach full of pasta and the relaxed inhibitions from sharing
a bottle of excellent Chianti put Capri in her very happy place. She placed the dishes on the tray, slid it off to the side. Then stretching out, she settled her feet on the table and sighed.

Thall
yawned and stretched his arms, draping his left arm over her shoulder and letting his hand dangle by her breast.

"Thank you."

Thall turned his head to face her. "For what?"

"You've been super patient with my silly fears and so helpful with my sea sickness. I'm really a much more competent person than I've seemed on this trip." She swallowed a mouthful of wine. Thall refilled her glass and his, then placed that empty bottle on the deck.

He swallowed a large mouthful, placed his glass on a side table, took hers and placed it next to his. He wrapped his fingers around her hands. "It's been a pleasure sharing this adventure with you. And I've enjoyed every moment of it. I wish it could last forever." He released her hand and brushed the back of his fingers along her cheek. "You're so beautiful."

A tingle of joy exploded deep inside
Capri. She bit her bottom lip and lifted her gaze to his. "You're drunk."

"You were beautiful when I was sober." He traced his finger across her lips.

She nipped at the tip of his finger. "Why didn't you say it sober?"

He wrapped his free hand around the back of her neck and pulled her face close to his.

A heat rose in Capri that jumbled her nerves causing a war within. On the
Kiss me
side, her body begged for the moment when his lips would touch hers. On the
What if
side, her mind raced.
Should she let him? Did she want a one night thing? It was probably not lust, only the wine.
She needed a moment to think.

His lips pressed against hers, and her body cheered in victory. He tasted like wine, and she wanted to drink his kisses into oblivion. She turned and wrapped her arms around him and allowed herself to be lowered onto his chest, and he settled back against the seat.

He pressed his kiss harder against her as he opened his mouth. Capri responded and moaned when the tip of his tongue fluttered across her teeth. He slid his hand down her back and snuck under her blouse. The heat of his fingers across the flesh of her back ignited a fire deep in her.

Capri
slipped her tongue into his mouth and flicked it against his. They rolled their tongues together. She ran her fingers through his hair, gripping his head to pull him closer.

Breaking off the kiss with a gasp,
Capri shifted to sit up. Her chest heaved—her breaths coming in small pants. Thall reached for the buttons on her blouse and with slow deliberation released each one. He slipped the silky material down her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

Th
en he reached behind her, undid the back of her bra, pulled the straps down and let it fall onto his chest. Capri raised her hands to cover herself. He caught her wrists and stopped her. "No, let me look at you. You're beautiful. You're breasts are…I want to suck your nipple, to taste it." He raised his head, but could not reach her, lying down.

The passion in his eyes and words made
Capri's nipples erect and the skin around puckered a dark pink. She adjusted her position and leaned forward. Her left nipple neared his mouth. She paused. Again he tried to suckle her, but could not reach her. He stuck his tongue out and flicked the tip against her aroused bud.

"Ahh!" She closed her eyes.

He circled the round nub with his tongue as he reached behind, placing his hands on her back and pressing her lower. When her nipple passed his lips, he closed his mouth around it and sucked.

"Oh God, that feels so good." She ground her hips against his.

He pulled his mouth back, grazing his teeth along her tender flesh. "The other one. I want to suck it, too."

She moved and lowered her right breast until her nipple entered his mouth, and his lips
enclosed it. As he squeezed against it with his lips, his tongue danced on the tip. Each movement made her head swim with desire. Her pussy sent messages of jealousy.

The night air felt cool on her wet nipple
as he released his grip on her. Thall shifted, picked up Capri and leaned her back against the bench. The white leather was cool to the touch of her aroused flesh, but his tongue was fire, inching along from breast to belly button to breast. He'd grazed his teeth across a nipple and retraced his path to her other breast then repeated the motion with his teeth.

Capri
gripped at his shirt, unable to express anything beyond a moan. Her pulse raced. Her heart pounded against her chest. Each touch of his flesh on hers added more fire to the pressure building between her legs.

Her pussy stopped begging for attention and screamed. She shifted her hips and arched her back. His kisses passed her belly button and stopped at the waistband of her pants. "Please, yes." She opened her legs.

Thall leaned up and drove his tongue into her mouth, and he ground his fingers into her pants. Purrs emanated from her throat, and her hands clawed at his back. He released her mouth and shifted his hands to the front zipper.

"Undress me, hurry. Tease me." A flushed heat rippled from her face to belly. "You're making me so hot. I want to scream."

He hooked his thumb into both waistbands and with a swift moved pulled her slacks and panties to her ankles. He pulled her shoes off, tossed them aside then ripped her clothes off and dropped them.

Capri
watched his eyes as his gaze traveled across her body. He licked his lips, placed his hands on her knees and pushed them apart. He knelt between her legs. His gaze danced over her trimmed bush and down her dark, pink cleft. Lifting his head, he turned and reached for the bottle of wine. Thall gulped several mouthfuls and offered some to Capri. She tilted back her head, and he poured the wine into her mouth.

With great gulps, she chugged the red elixir. He pressed his mouth against hers. His tongue lapping at every drop of wine. Breaking off with a groan, he leaned back and tilted the bottle over her belly. "If your mouth tastes that exquisite, what will your pussy taste like?"

Her belly quivered as she waited for the first drop. In came in a gush and spilled over her belly, dribbling between her legs and dripping onto the deck. Thall dropped the bottle then fell to his knees and lapped at the wine covering her flesh.

The heat of his breath neared her clit. She arched and moaned. "Please. Oh God, please. Touch me. Suck my clit." She dropped her head back onto the seat and waited. Her body trembled. Her flesh ached. Her clit begged.

With a gentle lap, he brushed his tongue along the top of her swollen nub. She screamed as if a whip had slashed her skin. He stroked her again. She arched and released a loud moan.

Wrapping his lips around her, he sucked her bud. Each squeeze of his lips extracted a groan from her lips. He increased his pressure and flicked his tongue against her.

Capri wallowed in the erotic agony he had driven her to. Every muscle in her groin was poised to explode with ecstasy. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and pressed her hips toward his mouth.

It began with a small rumble and ended with a howling scream. Her body twitched
as the orgasm rolled through her in waves. Through contented bliss, she felt his arms slip around her as he pulled her onto his chest. Capri rested her head and listened to his heartbeat.

Her body relaxed and her eyes fluttered closed.

Thunk.

"What was that?"
Capri whispered.

"I don't know. Whatever it was it can't be good."

Chapter Sixteen

Thunk.

Capri placed her hands on Thall's chest, pushed up and peered around in the darkness. "I think something hit the boat."

Thall heaved an exasperated sigh.
I suppose I have to go do the hero thing
. Shifting out from under her, he adjusted the front of his slacks, walked to the railing and peered into the inky blackness.

Thunk.

"It's over there." Capri pointed to the opposite side of the yacht. She stepped behind Thall and followed him to the left side of the bow. As he leaned over to check the water, she rose onto her toes and tried to peek over his shoulder.

He shrugged. "I don't see anything. It's just too damn dark."

Capri wrapped her fingers around his bicep and squeezed. "What's that?" She pointed. "Over there?"

"I don't see anything."

She placed her hands on both sides of his head and turned him to face the direction she was looking. "That. That big, dark log thing." With a gasp, she released him and stumbled back. "You don't think…"

He turned and placed his hands on her waist. "No, I don't think it's a body."

Her hand flew to her mouth. "From the tsunami. It could've been pulled—" She shoved him aside, leaned over the railing and heaved.

Thall
stepped behind and held her hips. His groin brushed against her bare ass. The urge that had been denied raised a flag. He scolded himself that this was not the proper time and held out his hand to help Capri straighten up.

"I don't want to be here anymore." She wrapped her arms around her chest
for a second then padded toward the stairs.

Thall
followed her below deck. Her suitcases lay against the stools next to the breakfast bar. He picked one up and opened the door. The automatic light clicked on. "Your room." He placed the suitcase on the edge of the bed then left to retrieve the other.

"This door here, leads to
." He slid it open. "Your head—bathroom in boat language. I'm hoping mine has aired out by now."

"Sorry. It was the first one I could find."
Capri leaned past him and peered inside. As she did, Thall caught a glimpse of her breasts in the mirror's reflection. A whiff of her scent tickled his nose. The flag threatened to be hoisted again. He inhaled a deep breath and released it.

"If you need me, shout." He crossed the room.

She chewed her thumbnail. "You're…not going to…like stand guard or something?"

He turned to face her. "Guard against what? We're in the middle of the ocean."

Capri closed her eyes, placed her hand on her belly and swayed. Opening her eyes, she met his gaze. "I'm scared. I'd really like if you…"

Thall
blinked and shrugged a begrudging agreement to her request. What else could he do? A beautiful, naked woman wanted him to protect her. He stepped through the doorway and slid it shut.

As he entered his room, he mumbled, "This kind of sucks. I thought the hero always got laid. And didn't spend the night sleeping on deck, hoping that it isn't a dead body banging against the boat." He pulled the blanket off the bed, walked up to the deck and settled on the bench.

The night was quiet. Capri's screams of ecstasy no longer filled the air. What a wondrous experience exploring her body. Tasting her lips, nipples and clit had been the icing. He wanted to eat the cake. Losing himself in the depths of her would be beyond anything he'd experienced in his six thousand years.

He peered out into the darkness.
Which would be an easier thing to do, if things didn't go bump in the night.
He rested his head on the back of the bench and closed his eyes.