Immortal Healer (23 page)

“Yes. I intend to take advantage of you in your intoxicated state and have some sex on the beach fun. It’s not just a good drink you know?”

“What would you know of good drinks?”

“Nothing at all, dear, but if it lowers your inhibitions, then I’m all in. Our love making was quite rudely interrupted with your life threatening illness, and I intend to make up for lost time.” They were being sarcastic, and it was as close to happy as she’d been since the night before. Too many awful things had transpired in the course of twenty-four hours, and she was as ready as he was for a break from it. More than ready.

He cut her off after her second glass of wine; something about her platelets not being her friend at the moment, and then he disappeared toward the cottage. Not a one person ventured past their stretch of beach, but then, it was dark. The moon was high in the sky and their fire was still going strong. He returned a short while later with blankets and a small bolster pillow tucked under his arms, a bottle of something in his hand, and a few candles balanced on top of the blankets.

He spread the blankets out near the fire pit, placing the three candles at the opposite end of the blanket after lighting them. When he pulled her up to her feet, it was into his arms. She murmured against his chest. “I’m not sure how well this is going to work with my hip.”

“Don’t worry. I don’t expect you to do anything at all except relax. I’ll take care of the rest.” She liked the sound of that very much, and wetness flooded her center as she imagined just what he might have in store for her. Apparently not even cancer could dampen that need. There was a time when anything and everything dampened her need for sex. Now, she just needed him.

After unzipping the back of her dress and helping her step out of it, he helped her to lie back on the blankets before tossing the dress to the chair. He’d layered the blankets, and the sand beneath created a soft comfortable bed. He undressed as he stood near the fire pit, and the reflection of the flames licked and danced across his skin as he slowly peeled himself out of his clothes. He stood in front of her fully naked and fully aroused. Intimidating was an understatement. Not that she didn’t already know she was capable of accepting his body, but it was quite a thing to take in the sight of him towering over her.

He was too damn beautiful, and as her eyes traveled the rippling and tight muscles, she shivered. He sank to his knees at her feet, and her eyes followed his every move. “Given that delicious scent, I’m guessing you’re enjoying the show.”

“Yes, I am.”

His fingers started on the tops of her feet. He stroked and rubbed gently as his hands moved slowly up to her ankles. He rolled her joints, stretching and relaxing her. He squeezed the sides of her calves as he pushed toward her knees. Every spot he touched melted and soothed her body, and when he reached her knees, he looked into her eyes with a smirk.

She was breathing deeply, but she couldn’t quiet the butterflies winging through her stomach, and as he walked his fingers slowly up the tops of her thighs, she shivered again. It wasn’t cold—not in the least, but she was trembling in need. He slowly worked her underwear down her hips, and when she lifted her hips slightly off the blanket, so the underwear could slip past her bottom, pain shot through her hip, leaving her gasping.

He shushed her as he pushed her hips back down gently, and then he leaned up to her mouth, kissing her. “I thought about calling a masseuse for you, but then I thought,
why pay someone to put their hands on you when I enjoy doing it myself so very much?
Of course, I get to touch you in some exceptionally intimate places that no masseuse could ever go without my killing them.” He was smirking again, and warmth was pulsing through her. Nothing new about that either.

His hand trailed down her chest to her stomach and farther to her sex. He slipped one finger between her lips. She could feel it slide through her slick wetness, but he didn’t penetrate her. He just stroked. “Like this for instance. No masseuse in the world could get away with this now could they?” She moaned quietly in response to his purring voice and his exceptionally perfect touch.

Her underwear was still around her mid-thighs, and it kept her legs straight and together. She wasn’t sure she could comfortably part them anyway, and his finger seemed to need no help delving and stroking between her lips. When he abandoned her sex, it was to push her bra up over the mounds of her breasts. His tongue met the hard peak of a nipple as he flicked it, and then he smiled again. “These would definitely be off limits too.” His voice was so perfectly seductive, and at every utterance of his words, she warmed and readied further.

He pinched the hard erect nipples gently between his fingers as he held her eyes, and her stomach muscles clenched. It wasn’t painful, but it was intense, and as he released the pressure, he rubbed one nipple with the cool palm of his hand as his lips closed around the other. His mouth kissed a slow trail up her chest and the side of her neck, nipping her ear lobe quickly.

“Roll over.”

She rolled over on her good hip, and his hands instantly went to unfasten her bra. He pulled it from her arms, tossing it on the seat of the nearest chair. Then he straddled her thighs, kissing the base of her neck as he closed in behind her. His chest was against her back, and his mouth sucked gently on the skin at her neck. It sent radiating tingles out through her limbs as her arousal built. And when his mouth slowly moved down her body, she sighed and melted into his touch.

He inched his legs down along hers as he moved lower, and when he reached her bottom, she tensed. She didn’t want to stop anything he was doing, but her nerves had her shivering and trembling beneath him. But there was little she could hide from him, and as he kissed gentle, sweet kisses over her lower back, he paused for just a moment. “Relax. You’re going to enjoy everything I do to you.” She had no doubt—none whatsoever.

He reached for the small bolster, and his other hand reached under her stomach to gently lift her midsection while he slipped the pillow beneath her groin. It pushed her bottom up, and the nerves she’d only barely stowed, hit again at her prone and exposed bottom. It obviously wasn’t a concern of his though, and as his mouth moved farther down to lick and kiss along the cheeks of her bottom, she eventually let go of her tension and relaxed against his sweet mouth. He inched her underwear lower and lower down her thighs as he moved, and once he stripped them from her legs, he tossed them to the chair as well before moving back up to straddle her thighs.

He leaned to her ear. “We’re going to get a bit messy now, but I promise, it’s more than safe for those tender little bits of yours that I enjoy so much.” And he ended by flicking the lobe of her ear and sending a shiver through her core.

She heard the top pop off the bottle he’d brought with him, and next she felt a warm drizzle run over the skin of her back. His fingers moved and stroked through the silky liquid as he rubbed it into her skin. His hands massaged with an intense pressure that was just short of too much, and as his palms pushed and caressed, every muscle he touched relaxed and released. She could feel the rigid length of his arousal between her butt cheeks, and she was so overly ready for him, but with every touch and stroke to her skin, she was more than willing to be patient.

He moved down along her body again as his hands worked her muscles, and when he reached her bottom, he used the side of his hand to run between her cheeks. He gripped her buttocks, parting the cheeks and delving between them with his thumbs. This touch should terrify her, but it didn’t. It was as intoxicating as every other touch he’d shown her, and when he reached the junction of her bottom and her thighs, he rotated his hands inward, parting the lips of her vagina with his fingertips. He stroked the tips of his fingers between her lips, and she groaned loudly.

When he pulled his fingers from her, she wanted to beg, but she didn’t. She froze, waiting for his next touch, and it came soon. He parted her lips with the index finger and middle finger of one hand and then pushed two fingers of his other hand gently into her vagina. She couldn’t stifle the “Oh, God” that escaped her lips, and the warm chuckle he returned to her left a small smile playing on her lips. He moved his fingers slowly into her channel, pushing past her clenching muscles, and he didn’t stop until she could feel his hand against her entry. He hummed his satisfaction as her muscles gripped his fingers.

“The only thing that would make this better would be far more light than I have right now. But my fingers are more than happy to make up for what my eyes can’t see.” He pushed and pulled, slowly at first and then faster. He slid easily through the lubrication, and she was panting. Relaxing was becoming difficult, and as she pushed her hips back to him, even the pain couldn’t rein in her movements. But the moment she cried out as a particularly powerful stab of it ran through her hip, he stilled his fingers, and with his free hand, he pushed her gently back to rest on the pillow.

But he didn’t stop. Thank, God he didn’t stop. Instead, he held very still with his fingers buried in her sheath. She knew his eyes were watching her, and she wanted to crane her neck around and watch him. “Can you take a third finger?” His voice was warm, mildly challenging, and completely seductive. She already felt full with two fingers and her thighs held closed by his legs. But she wanted more, and as she gave him the permission he needed, he pulled his two fingers slowly from her.

He reached for the bottle he’d set beside the blanket, and she heard the cap pop off again. When his fingers returned to her sex, they were slippery against her skin. He parted her lips gently, before slowly pushing into her. The pressure was intense, but he moved slowly. He dipped and retreated, slipping farther into her body with every controlled thrust of his fingers. She could feel the distention increasing as his fingers widened the farther he went, and when his long masculine fingers were buried to his knuckles, he stilled, and she moaned.

He started slowly thrusting, nearly pulling from her completely before pushing swiftly back to her depths. She so desperately wanted him to make love to her, but he made this feel so damn good she couldn’t bear to ask him to stop. He was moaning quietly as well, and she could feel his knuckles brush over the back of her thigh as he stroked the length of his cock with his free hand. She imagined the sight of him pleasuring himself as he moaned, and his moans continued to build in intensity until he pulled his fingers swiftly from her body.

His chest met her back, and his lips found her ear. “Try to relax. It’s going to feel tight with your legs closed.” Her channel clenched tight at nothing more than the sound of his voice and the words he was saying.

When the head of his cock nudged against her entry, she tried to heed his advice, but as he pushed slowly past her lips, she cried out loudly at the intense pressure. It wasn’t pain, but it sure gave pain a run for its money. He was slow, but insistent, as he pushed into her, and he didn’t stop until he was fully embedded inside her. She was gasping and groaning at the fullness, and he stayed still as she adjusted to the feel of him. “Too much?”

“No! Please don’t stop.” The desperation in her voice was inadvertent and left her embarrassed, but as he chuckled in her ear, she let it go and focused on the feel of him. He pulled slowly from her, sinking back in gently. Every stroke after built slowly to a pace she would have thought impossible the first time he entered like this, but she was wet, slippery with lubrication, and he slid tightly past her quivering muscles as he pushed one deep penetration after another into her body.

She reached orgasm quickly, and he ground his pelvis into her pussy harshly as she let go and let her release tear through her. She gasped and cried out as he pushed hard to her depths, and the moment her release peaked, he was growling out against the side of her neck as he gripped her hands, and he went rigid. He was still and tight as he came inside her, and his forehead sank quickly to the base of her neck when he finally relaxed again. He moaned quietly against her skin.

When he pulled from her, he collapsed beside her on his back, and she rolled to her back. He propped himself up on his elbow as he leaned over her body and kissed her. His tongue parted her lips, and he plunged into her mouth as his hand moved down to settle between her legs. He parted the lips of her sex, holding his cool fingers to her raw skin. It soothed her ache and stoked a new wave of arousal that left him chuckling. “You’re insatiable.” She blushed, and he dipped a cool finger into her entry, gently stroking her. He left his finger within her, slowly tickling and teasing the walls of her vagina. He caressed with a stroke that was whisper soft and made her shiver from head to toe, and he watched her face closely with every tormenting, incredible touch.

She was exhausted—beyond exhausted, and she let her eyes close as he gently massaged every ounce of skin between her legs. She drifted off to sleep as he pulled his hand from her sex, and he rested his hand on her stomach, kissing her cheek sweetly.

Chapter 24

He woke her when she started shivering, and after grabbing their clothes, he walked with her up to the house, dropping the pile of clothes by the door. He started the outside shower. They really were quite a mess after their massage oil romp on the beach, and he ended up with just as much oil on his front side as she had on her backside. He held her under the jets of warm water as they washed away the oil, and once they were clean again, he led her into his bedroom. He opened up the French doors wide as she curled up in the bed, and after a quick kiss, he left.

He returned to the beach, making sure the fire was out before carrying up the abandoned blankets, wine, and bottle of oil. He tossed their clothes and the blankets in the washing machine and started it before he peeked in on her to see her sleeping peacefully. He hadn’t intended to lay down with her until their clothes were dry and ready for the next day, but seeing her looking so peaceful, he ended up crawling in next to her and curling around her body.