Impulse (Isola dei Sogni) (4 page)

Mia stared at her pool in amazement. To her delight it wasn't a tiny plunge pool as she had expected but a good-sized proper swimming pool. Edged in green and gold lights that continued her suite's color scheme, and lit under the water as well, it was pure pleasure.

She checked the area around it, and gave in to the whim of laughing as she spun around with her arms in the air.

Bliss. Beautiful,
and
they said it was totally private. How, when she could see across the gardens to the sea, she had no idea, but for once she didn't care. She remembered Dylan had said something about one-way glass, but try as she might, Mia couldn't see any glass about. She considered her options. Dare she?

For goodness sake, you've done it before.
Before she could change her mind, and remember she'd been younger and less responsible, Mia took off her bikini and threw it in the direction of a sun lounger. The top landed on the rim and dangled like a flag, as it swayed in the light breeze. Her bottoms landed with a slap in the middle of the seat. Mia sniggered. They were covering a seat of some sort, at least. She walked to the edge of the pool, had a quick look around, and jumped into the sparkling blue-green water. There was certainly no one around to see her wobbly bits.

The water was like liquid silk, as warm as a soothing bath and as sensual as a soft sigh wrapped all around her. Mia felt all her cares and anxieties fall away.
Even the ones I didn't know I had. Sod it. I will relax, enjoy myself, and savor my time here. And enjoy the fact I don't have a fantasy I feel I need to fulfill.

She floated aimlessly around the pool, enjoying the unfamiliar feeling of the smooth water directly on her skin. So wrapped up in mindless nothing, she didn't hear Dylan approaching, until he spoke.

"Mia?"

Mia choked, went underwater, and emerged cautiously, spluttering at the same time.

"Do I need to come and give you the kiss of life?" He hunkered down on his knees and held out his hand.

She shook her head. "No, you don't. You startled me. I thought you said this was totally private?" She sank as low as she could. No way did she want to put him off his dinner.

"It is. There's only you . . . and me here."

Damn it, that voice. Talk about instant orgasm. If he bottled it, he'd do a roaring trade.

Mia stared up at him. His trousers stretched over his thighs and across his stomach. She glanced at his cock and away again in a hurry. The bloody man had a hard on. Just by looking at her under the water?
Pervert.
I'm all blurry and wavy, surely? Mia had a quick glance down to reassure herself.
She wasn't going to admit, she was wet from more than the pool water, and her skin tingled with arousal. Even her scalp itched in a good way.

Damn it. Here I am with the most interesting male I have met in a long time in close proximity, even if he is too young, and I'm under water, wet hair flapping around my face, because typically, I forgot to pin it up, with no clothes on, and all of my unimpressive bits sort of on show. I could never be a femme fatale, that's for sure. But he's hot to trot. Hmm. How do I get round this?
She cleared her suddenly dry throat.

"Why did you say you were here?"

He grinned. Pure. Devilish. Wickedness.

"I didn't. Do you want me to say something deep and meaningful, or do you want the truth?"

"The truth." Well, she hoped she did.

"Okay, so I did bring champagne. And unbreakable glasses. But . . . I was hoping for a sneak peek at that gorgeous body in the buff. A bit poetic, but truthful. I wanted to see you naked. Oh, and I'm here to cater for your every desire."

Mia considered.
What the hell? I'm on holiday, alone, and while not young, free and single, two out of three will do.
She made up her mind. Meryl wasn't around, and had told Mia in no uncertain terms before they left home, that she, Mia was on her own all week. Meryl had her own agenda. She spoke rapidly before she could change her mind.

"Are you married or otherwise spoken for?"

He shook his head. Mia noticed that now his hair was looped back with a string of leather.
Very
nice!

"Nope. Single, well, divorced for twelve years with no significant—or otherwise other—male or female, unless you count the cat. Clean bill of health, only here for a week as a favor to the management. Oh, and definitely financially solvent. So?"

Okay Mia, go for it. No one will know. He's not likely to fuck and tell, not here.

"So? Would you like to join me? Hold on." She started to panic as he began to unbutton his shirt. "What about dinner? And what are you going to wear?"

"For dinner? Up to you. For now? Nothing. Oh, and while I remember. Dinner? On hold 'til you ask for it." His hand went to the next button, and he lifted his brow in silent query.

In the subtle light, Mia only just noticed, but nodded anyway. His shirt was unfastened, and he threw it onto the lounger to rest on top of her bikini bottoms. Well, now she knew how he'd had confirmation of her nudity. Her bikini top was still fluttering away like a flag at a rally.

"Okay." She did her best to ignore the rumba in her tummy and the butterflies dancing on her clit. Mia couldn't take her eyes off him as his hands moved lower.

Oh god, now his jeans. I wonder if he's going commando? And then what?

"That, love, is your call."

For fuck's sake, zip it. This 'think it and spew it' is so embarrassing.
Unable to look away, but feeling a terrible voyeur, Mia watched as he slowly peeled his jeans down his legs. Her suspicions, or was it hopes, were right.

Yup. Commando. What a body. Oh sheesh what a . . . .

Dylan smiled. "Thank you," he said gravely. "Do you want me to stand here a bit longer or shall I get in the pool?"

"What? Oh hell, I've done it again, haven't I?" She could have sworn she hadn't spoken aloud.

"'Fraid so."

"Just get in." She laughed, a rich, deep, sexy laugh that surprised her as much as it seemed to him. His eyes widened, and he chuckled. "But do it slowly," she added.

Dylan let himself slide into the water slowly, as requested. He winked.
Damn, as if he doesn't look as if he's enjoying himself.

He swam across to stand in front of Mia. He didn't touch, he just looked, and she thought—hoped—admired.

"You," he said slowly as he touched her cheek, "Are
my
fantasy come to life. I want to touch you, explore you. All over. And over and over again. To feel those wonderful breasts pressed against my chest. To discover the taste of them, the feel of them in my mouth. To have your legs wrapped around me, to feel your body rubbing against mine, to make me even harder than I am now. To push myself into you, to feel myself filling you, and exploding in you. To hear you cry as you climax around me. And then to make you feel all those things again and again, with my hands, my mouth, my body—and oh shit, give me a minute here."

She rather thought he struggled for composure.

"Thank god for the calming effects of water."

Mia let out her breath. Noisily. "I'll second that."
And for someone who doesn't work here, you sure know how to turn me on. Thank goodness I didn't say
that
aloud.

His lips twitched.

"What?"

"Nothing, just give me a minute. Then we'll talk."

She nodded, and Dylan willed his prick to behave. Why didn't the water have its usual shriveling effect? He leaned against the side of the pool and swished his legs, creating ripples and waves that concealed the lower half of his body. Mia swam toward him and trod water.

"I've decided," she said. "I have my fantasy now. Do you think you'll be able to remember it for me? It's totally out of character for me, but very simple."

"Go on"

"You. Your fantasy. I want it!"

Dylan stared at her. Hard. He shook his head to clear it.

"Let me get this straight. You want my fantasy. You have no idea what it is, but you want it. I could be into BDSM, or . . . or, well, anything and you want it?"

'Oh hell, I never even thought of that. But even though I don't really know him, I trust him. So am I foolish or what? I'll soon find out.'
Mia swallowed hard.

"I trust you. And if this is my fantasy—well, then it can change when and how I want it to, can't it?"

Dylan nodded, and then chuckled. "Mia, you are devious. I think you're very clever, very sexy, and you're making me very hard."

"Well, I hope that's part of your fantasy then." '
Shit, am I really standing here nude and swapping sexual innuendos with a naked bloke? A hot, aroused, naked bloke?'

There was a pause in the conversation.

'A pregnant pause? Oh help. Freudian slip, I hope. Aren't I past all that? Fingers crossed, because there is not a hope in hell it will be legs crossed! Not on my side anyway.'

He grinned. She rolled her eyes. "Am I thinking out loud again?"

"Nope, just waffling a bit."
And heaven and my gods help me, but I'm lying for a good cause.

"Thank goodness for that." Mia sighed and then sighed again, as Dylan moved nearer so their bodies were barely touching. "So, what's next?" He looked at her and winked.

"Your fantasy." She reminded him. "I just get the chance to tweak it a bit when I want."

He laughed, reached under the water, and unerringly found one tight hard nipple. And tweaked.

"So do I." He hoped the sharp sting of arousal that flashed into him as his fingers circled the nub excited her as much as it did him. Dylan relished the friction of his rough skin on her soft flesh, and the way her eyes widened and clouded with each caress. For the first time in his life Dylan had dithered over how much to do and when. It wasn't often he was unsure of himself, and scared how his ministrations would be received.

Now, however, his skin prickled with the intensity of his longings. The air was full of his hopes and fears, and it was a new experience for him. The thought he might screw up made his heart race, and created a heavy lump in his throat. He wanted Mia to know he was sincere in his desires. However, he didn't want her to think he only wanted to get into her pants. The thought made him chuckle under his breath. That was impossible at that moment anyway.

He pulled her close, the water parting as their bodies merged. He hoped Mia could feel his cock hard against her belly. She moved, trying to get him closer to her. He kissed the tip of her nose.

It was such a sweet gesture that Mia felt her clit clench, and her pussy throb.
Sweet? Now why on earth would I associate sweet with him? He's fire, heat, and spice.

"Are you protected?"

She was pleased at his question. It might be a fantasy, but common sense had to play a part. Amazed that he thought she was young enough to need protection, she nodded her assent. Forty-five is not old, she reminded herself. If her body remembered all the mechanics, she could, in theory, find herself pregnant. The thought didn't shock her. Instead, she felt a warm glow fill her, and her womb twitched, almost in anticipation. Mia told herself to stop being fanciful. She was on the pill anyway.

"Yes, clean and on the pill."

"Likewise. Well, I'm not on the pill, but I am clean."