Total Abandon (9 page)

Too bad Sandra hadn’t asked yesterday instead of just assuming. Of course, if she had, she would have missed her sexy morning adventure on the beach. Which had led to her totally sensational adventure last night.

“Okay, thanks.”

Aimee walked to the door, then turned around again. “Does this have anything to do with the note your fantasy man sent you?”

Sandra sniffed her rose again. “Umm. Maybe.”

“Okay, then.” Aimee walked to the table and picked up her book. “Maybe I’ll stay out a little longer. I wouldn’t want to rush you.” She grinned. “The shower is just out the side there.” She pointed to the wall opposite the sliding door.

Sandra watched Aimee stroll to the door and step out onto the deck.

“See you later,” Aimee said, a little loudly, as she closed the door, then she disappeared down the steps.

Sandra leaped to her feet and raced into her bedroom, then pulled off her pajamas and tossed them on the bed. She glanced toward the dresser, thinking about her royal blue satin robe, but she’d left it at home. All she had here was her serviceable, but definitely not sexy, mint green terry robe.

She could put on her bikini and … what? Shower in her bathing suit like Aimee when she was a little kid? Or do a striptease by taking it off under the shower? Well, that could work, but knowing her, she’d fumble with the clasps and totally wreck the erotic mood.

And the whole thought of showering—fully naked—in front of her Fantasy Stranger while he watched from a secret place was beyond simply erotic. Wild and tumultuous sensations surged through her body. Her breasts ached and her insides melted into a gooey mess, need thrumming through her. It was all she could do to stop herself from dropping to the bed and getting herself off right now.

Who knew I’d be so turned on by the thought of showing off my body to a man?

Then she thought about the list.
Well, Aimee, for one.
That woman had amazing instincts.

Sandra grabbed her fuchsia floral beach towel and wrapped it around her naked body, then pushed her shoulders back and headed for the door. Seconds later, she stepped outside into the bright morning sunshine, greeted by the cheerful twitter of birds. Sandra walked down the wooden steps and headed to the opposite side of the cottage.

As soon as she turned the second corner, she saw it. A section of the cottage wall was done in slate, with a cedar platform only a few inches above the grass extending outward, a cedar bench against the wall, and a rainwater showerhead above. An earth-tone shower curtain hung on a curved rod, forming an extended half circle.

*   *   *

Devlin heard the sliding door open and stood up, his presence obscured by the bushes. Aimee had told him Sandra usually got up around ten o’clock, so he’d arrived at nine-thirty and had been reading for about an hour. Aimee had left a few moments ago, so he’d put aside his book to await Sandra’s arrival.

He watched as Sandra stepped around the corner of the cottage, the morning sun glistening on her long black hair. She wore only a bright-colored beach towel wrapped around her body. No straps over her shoulders. Was she wearing a strapless bathing suit beneath the towel or nothing at all? His heart rate quickened at the thought of her naked body covered only by the towel.

Soon he would see her naked again. Last night had been incredible, making love to her for the first time. Seeing her naked body, touching her intimately. Hearing her moan with the pleasure he gave her. He had ached to tell her who he was, for her to know it was him making love to her. But that would have ruined everything. He needed to stay focused on the plan so he could ultimately win her heart. Not just be a short-term affair.

*   *   *

Sandra glanced around, wondering if her Fantasy Stranger was already nearby. What if he wasn’t? There was no way she could know. Except for the hot prickle down her spine. It didn’t matter whether it was her imagination or an actual sense of the man’s presence. It made her feel sexy and wicked. Because he knew why she was here.

Clinging to her towel, she walked toward the wooden platform, then stopped just before stepping onto it. Remembering what Aimee had said about the water, she reached across to the tap marked with red and turned it. Feeling his gaze on her, she felt the water until it ran warm, then turned on the cold-water tap, adjusting it until she got the temperature just right.

She turned her back to the cottage and her gaze trailed along the thick wild bushes. The thought that he was out there, watching her, sent tingles through her. She drew in a deep breath, then with a dramatic sweep of her arms opened the towel, revealing her totally naked body.

At first, her skin danced with goose bumps. She knew she could just step into the shower to heat up, but she wanted to linger here a little longer.

To let him see her.

Eight

Devlin sucked in a breath when Sandra flung open the towel. Oh, God, she was beautiful. Her full round breasts stood firm and proud, the dark rose nipples puckering into tight nubs. He dragged his gaze down to her waist, so slim, then down the gentle slope of her hips. Her thick black pubic curls had been trimmed to an adorable little heart shape.

She didn’t immediately step under the water. Instead, she raised her arms and stretched them behind her head, pushing her naked breasts forward. Her puckered nipples pointed straight toward him. She flipped her long hair over her shoulders, then lowered her arms, looking exceptionally sexy and feminine. His gaze strayed down her body as she turned around and stepped onto the wooden platform. Water streamed over her hair and back, and her delightfully round derriere, glazing her body in moisture. Teasingly, she dragged her fingers along the edge of the shower curtain, toying with it as if she were going to pull it around.

Would she do that to him? Tease him with such a sensational display of her naked body, only to hide it behind a curtain while she showered?

But she released the curtain and turned around, a smile lighting her face.

The water flowed over her body, as if caressing her. He remembered the feel of her soft skin when he’d caressed her last night. Of his fingers stroking over her breasts, then inside her. His tongue gliding over her private folds.

Her hands caressed her breasts, stroking in circles. Her nipples peeked out between her fingers as she caressed those beautiful breasts, then squeezed. He longed to touch them, to take the hard nipples in his mouth and tease them until she moaned out loud.

She ran her hands down her stomach, then over her hips. His gaze strayed to the little black furry heart, but she turned around. His disappointment quickly dissipated as her hands stroked over her buttocks, then she bent at the waist and touched the ground, allowing him a great view of her sensational ass.

Still bent at the waist, she widened her legs and his hormones jumped into overdrive at the sight of her intimate folds, water sluicing over them. So wet and inviting. He quivered as she stroked her fingers along her calves, then continued up her inner thighs. He had to stop himself from striding up behind her, then reaching around and cupping her wonderfully soft breasts while he pushed his hard, aching cock into her wet opening.

He wrapped his hand around his rigid shaft, desperately wanting to feel her heat enveloping him.

*   *   *

Sandra was sure she could feel the heat of her Fantasy Stranger’s gaze on her. Touching herself like this in front of him made her feel wicked. And sexy.

Slowly, she stood up, then turned around, her shoulders back, displaying herself proudly. Was he turned on watching her? Was his big cock long and hard? Was he touching it?

His invisible touch seemed to burn through her. She ached with need. Wanting to feel his cock. Wanting it to glide deep inside her. Just like last night.

Remembering the glorious sensation of his huge cock stretching her slick passage, she ran her hand over her stomach, then lower. She stroked her fingertips through the small patch of damp curls, then lower. Her other hand stroked up her wet body to her breast. She squeezed the tight nipple, almost gasping at the intense sensation, remembering his mouth covering her. Sucking on her hard nub.

The fingertips of her other hand stroked along her slit, sending quivers through her. On shaky legs, she backed up a few inches and sat down on the cedar bench. Wanting to give him a better view, she spread her knees wide as she stroked her intimate folds. Heat careened through her.

What if he came bounding out of hiding and dragged her into his arms? His cock would be hard, extending upward. He could drive it into her in one long stroke.

She would so love to feel that right now.

The water poured over the front of her body in thick drops as she stroked faster, her fingers quivering. Then she drove a finger inside. Her head fell back against the slate as pleasure surged through her. Her thumb found the little button tucked in her folds and she teased it.

Oh, God, it felt so good. She squeezed her nipple. At the intense sensation, she pinched it harder, then stroked between her legs faster. She closed her eyes, remembering her Fantasy Stranger pressing his cock to her opening while she’d lain beneath him, blindfolded. His cock had pushed into her, stretching her with its girth.

She gasped as blissful sensations shot through her. She moaned, long and deep, as the orgasm erupted inside her. Hot. Fast. Intense.

*   *   *

Devlin’s gaze remained glued to Sandra as her fingers pulsed into her intimate folds. His cock, engorged, close to bursting, filled his hand as he stroked it. God, she was such an incredibly sexy woman. He wanted her so badly.

She gasped, then moaned, her face a picture of ecstasy as the orgasm washed through her. His groin tightened and then he groaned quietly as he felt the release, hot liquid gushing from him.

*   *   *

Sandra’s hands stilled and she sucked in air. Oh, wow. That had been incredibly sexy. She never would have thought showing off her body like that would be so wildly erotic. She didn’t even know for sure who her Fantasy Stranger was, yet knowing he’d watched her touching herself …
arousing
herself … had been an intense aphrodisiac.

She felt wicked and extremely sexy.

Was he still out there watching? Her hand glided leisurely up her body, then cupped her breast. Had he come when she had?

She hoped so.

She thought she’d heard a groan in the bushes, but it might have been her imagination.

She drew in a deep breath. Slowly, she stood up, her knees still a little shaky.

One thing was for sure, this weekend had changed the way she looked at sex.

*   *   *

Sandra sat on the deck in her bikini, stretched out on a lounge chair, staring over the water, her book by her side. She’d tried reading, but delicious thoughts of a sexy stranger kept distracting her. Finally she’d abandoned the book to enjoy the heat of the sun on her body and the gorgeous surroundings.

“Hey, you look pretty relaxed.” Aimee walked up the steps, finally returning from her morning swim.

Sandra wondered if that swim had been with Craig, including a repeat performance of yesterday morning’s activities on the swim raft.

Assuming, of course, that Craig wasn’t Sandra’s Fantasy Stranger. Which she was pretty sure he wasn’t. She had a strong feeling it was James.

“The fellows suggested we go to their place for dinner tonight. That okay with you?”

Sandra smiled. “That would be great.”

She really wanted some time with James. She had yearned for him for such a long time. It had been excruciating when she’d been in college. Wanting him. Wishing they could be together. And feeling terribly guilty about that wish.

Now she was single, exploring her sexuality, and she had the opportunity to satisfy the intense craving she’d had for him for so long.

She might have already made love with him as her Fantasy Stranger, but she wasn’t sure. And no matter what, she wanted to experience his lovemaking face-to-face. Especially after this morning. She’d reached orgasm, but it wasn’t the same as being touched by a man. Having his cock deep inside.

Her internal muscles tightened at the thought and her insides ached.

“You want a drink?” Aimee asked.

“Sure. How about one of those hard lemonades?”

“That’s a great idea.” Aimee slid open the door and went inside, then returned a moment later with two bottles of pink liquid and handed one to Sandra. Aimee sat down and took a sip, then set hers on the table between their chairs, a quirky grin on her face.

“What?” Sandra asked.

“I noticed another item checked off the list.”

“Yeah, well.” Sandra sipped the tart liquid, feeling the burn of the alcohol as she swallowed, then shrugged lightly. “So the list wasn’t such a bad idea after all.”

“Hmm. So you ready to tackle item four?”

A threesome

“Uh, no. I think two men is a little over-the-top for me right now, but…”