Winning Back His Wife (3 page)

“I’m sorry about sneaking up on you like that, but I was
just taking a walk and saw you. I mean I saw you but I didn’t see you. I mean I
saw you bathing… no, that’s not what I mean.” ‘Walk away Caleb; walk away
before you make an even bigger fool of yourself. You sound like a blithering
idiot.’ Unable to look at her he dropped his head, his eyes fixed on an
imaginary spot on the sand.

‘Smooth Wilder, really smooth.’ he silently chastised
himself. ‘Don Juan of Washington and this woman has you tongue-tied. Yeah, way
to go.

A snicker came from her direction. His head snapped up. She
was laughing at him. She was actually laughing at him.

Clasping a hand over her mouth she tried to stifle her
apparent humor, but lost the battle as peals of laughter bubbled out. It was
the most intoxicating sound he had ever heard. It seemed as though sounding
like a fool was good medicine for anger. He returned her smile.

“Hi, I am Caleb Wilder. I’m staying at one of the beach
houses on the other side.” he pointed to where he spoke of.

“I know, Mr. Wilder, I have seen you around. I also know
that you are Mr. Granger’s guest.”

“Well, it seems as though you have me at a disadvantage.
I’ve never seen you before.”

“That is because I do not want to be seen,” she said smiling
again. God, she was beautiful.

Uh oh! He needed to get out of there. If he remained in her
presence much longer and she kept smiling at him like that, she would think he
was a pervert. His jeans were becoming very uncomfortable.

“Well, it was nice meeting you. I best leave you now to
continue…whatever it was you were doing!” ‘Like you didn’t know.’ That
deceitful voice whispered again.

“I’m going back that way now. Do you mind if I walk with
you?” she queried.

“Sure.” great, the afternoon just kept getting better.

“Just let me get my stuff,” she smiled again. Why did she
keep doing that? Didn’t she have any idea what she was doing to him?

She reached for a book and a beach bag which were hidden
behind a rock. That would explain why he was not alerted of her presence
earlier on.

In the few minutes they took to reach the beach house, he
found out so much more about her. Her name was Neela Moraine and she was from
the island. Her mother was a Dougla, but her father was American. She was an
only child, her mother was dead and her father was somewhere in America. She
didn’t know him and she didn’t want to. She had just turned twenty a week ago;
she loved swimming and singing, and spent a lot of her time reading.

She worked at the main office of the beach house as the
night receptionist; that explained why he had never seen her before. She spent
most of her days on the beach or sleeping in. Her best friend of seventeen
years was named Kaylee and lived in Florida; they spoke every weekend. He was
happy to listen to her. The more he knew, the more he wanted to know.

He was disappointed when they finally reached the main
entrance of the office but she promised that she would take him sightseeing the
next day— their destination— the Pitch Lake. He stood there, just watching as
she disappeared into the building and realized he was smiling like a teenager
on his first date. As he trotted off for home, he wished tomorrow would come
soon.

The next three weeks were the most memorable of Caleb’s
life. He spent every free minute with Neela, touring the island or just hanging
out on the beach. The drive to the Pitch Lake had been long, seeing that it was
located to the South of the island. It was worth it. They bathed in the little
pools of water and she laughed when Caleb mentioned that he felt as if he was
in an outdoor hot tub.

She took him to see the leather back turtles nesting on
Matura beach and taught him how to race crabs. Caleb enjoyed every moment of
her company and dreaded the afternoons when he would have to leave her. He wanted
to kiss her so badly but feared if he did she would be pissed. After all she
had shown no sign of being interested in him in any other way than friendly. It
was probably best since his time here would soon end. Now why did that thought
upset him so much?

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They were having a great time together, so Caleb was totally
baffled when he asked to see her one Saturday, four weeks after they met and
she declined.

She gave no explanations, just said that she couldn’t see
him. Confused as hell, he went for a walk to the alcove where he had first met
her.

Caleb was momentarily lost for words when he found her lying
there in that naughty bikini, reading a book. An unexplainable rage filled him.
This could not be what she blew him off to do! No possible way!

“You blew me off to read a damn book? I thought you enjoyed
my company. I thought we were having a good time,” he was shouting at her, more
hurt than angry.

She jumped to her feet when he came up on her.

“I do enjoy your company, Caleb; it’s just that I needed
some time to think.”

“Time to think, what could you possibly need to think about
that you couldn’t see me today? You know I will be leaving soon.” he knew he
was being unreasonable but he didn’t give a damn right about now. She should be
with him, letting him kiss her, letting him run his hands down the length of
her body, letting him bury himself inside her.

Try as he may, he couldn’t suppress his wayward thoughts.
He’d spent every night since he met her, trying to think about anything other
than making love to her but didn’t have much luck. Instead he had ended every
night, hard as a rock and in a foul mood the next day. His desire for her was
beyond control and Caleb knew that if he didn’t make love to her soon, he would
explode. What the hell was happening to him?

”Caleb, I hardly know anything about you at all but that
doesn’t stop me from feeling things…things I shouldn’t be feeling. You are a
guest at my boss’s resort and it is my job to make you feel welcome but lately
when I’m with you, I want you to hold me, to kiss me, and that shouldn’t be. I
mean, you leave in a month and I will probably never see you again.” pausing
for breath, she looked at Caleb, searching for some understanding. “I think I
may be falling in love with you and I cannot let that happen!”

Caleb could not believe what he was hearing! Here he was
afraid to touch her, afraid he would scare her off and now she was saying she
was falling in love with him.

He gathered her into his arm in one swift movement and
buried his face in her soft mound of curls. She smelled of the sea and vanilla,
making it very hard for him to behave honorable.

“Damn it, Neela! Do you have any idea what I have been
through these past couple of weeks? God, woman! Every time I’m with you I have
to stop myself from taking you into my arms, from kissing you, from laying you
down on some beach and making love to you. I know I have to leave in a couple
of weeks, and the thought of never seeing you again terrifies me, but that
doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy what we have now. I want you, Neela.” he raised her
face with a gentle nudge of her chin. “Look at me.”

She did and the innocence of her soft hazel eye was his
undoing.

He kissed her then, his lips closing possessively over hers.
She pressed her body closer to him, welcoming the hardness of his. Her lips
parted on a soft moan and Caleb delved deeper, wanting more of her.

Drawing his hands down her back, he brought her against his
arousal; one hand moving lower to cup her rounded bottom.

He angled his head to get a better fit and felt her hands
come up to rest on his chest. Tongues meshed together; Caleb could taste the
sea.

Shifting her body, she rubbed against his hardness causing
him to release a sound so primal.

Drawing his mouth away from hers, he cupped her face and
looked down at her.

“I need you, Neela. I need you so much. I need to know you
want this too.”

She responded by wrapping her hands around his neck and
bringing her mouth up to his. Desire so raw, reeled through his entire body. He
moved his hand back to her bottom and lifted her of the ground.

“Wrap your legs around me darling,” he ordered and like a
willing slave she obeyed.

Taking her to the beach towel she had used as a resting
place earlier he knelt, her long legs still wrapped around him.

She ran her hand through his hair and traced the outline of
his hard jaw with the tip of her tongue. He groaned and buried his hand in her
thick curls slipping his tongue into her mouth once more.

“God, Neela, you don’t have any idea what you’re doing to
me. I need to be inside you.”

Caleb had never felt this kind of desire for any woman
before and it scared him stiff but it also excited him.

Lowering her to the towel, his lips released her mouth and
licked a part across her jaw and down her neck, nibbling gently on the soft
skin. She wriggled under him and jerked her hips upward needing to be closer.
He loved the feel of her beneath him. She was so soft and smelled of the
island. His hand caressed her body moving upward to cup one of her breast. His
thumb played back and forth over the little nub and she gasped as he felt it
tighten beneath his hand.

  His lips continued its descent down her neck and moved
lower still, his mouth hovered close to her breast. Using his teeth, he nudged
the barrier of the bikini aside and took her swollen nipple into his mouth. His
teeth rasped against the hardened tip and Neela cried out.

Caleb thought he would surely explode as the sultry sounds
of her cries echoed in the late afternoon. His lips travelled across to her
other breast and he licked the other tip through the cloth. He grinded his hips
against her legs and her hips moved together with his. She was going to drive
him crazy.

Her hands moved below his loose shirt, her finger grazing
his chest. He moaned again.

 He pulled away from her a little and quickly disposed of
the offending garment. Reaching behind her, he untied her bikini top as she
raised a little, allowing him access to the knots. Tossing the scrap of cloth
on the sand nearby, her breast spilled forward causing Caleb’s groin to tighten
even more. He tugged the bikini bottoms down her leg and with very little
effort, it went sailing through the air. He’d wanted to do that since the first
time he met her. Unprepared for the beauty that now lay naked before him, Caleb
sucked in a long slow breath. There didn’t seem to be a word to describe such
perfection. His hands roamed over the naked contours of her body, his fingers
exploring the soft skin. Never in all his life, had he seen a woman this
perfect.

Her hands were at his waist, tugging at the loose fitting cut
off  he was wearing. Brushing them away, he quickly stripped himself of his
remaining clothes.

Moving back to her, he smiled when her legs parted
voluntarily, allowing him a closer fit. He trembled when her moistness touched
the tip of his shaft. He didn’t know much longer he could hold out.

His fingers continued to skim her tender flesh, drawing soft
purring sounds from the back of her throat. His tongue traced a path over the
flat planes of her stomach to settle  in her navel. Raising himself above her,
he allowed his hand to travel down to her most delicate place and when he
touched her there, her hips bucked. God, she was so wet. His finger found the
little nub hidden in the mass of curls, gently massaged it. He brought his lips
back to her breast and continued his gentle assault. Her hips moved with the
movement of his hand as his eyes stayed on her. Her lids were closed, her head
thrown back, her teeth gnawing into her bottom lip. She must have sensed he was
watching her because her eyes flew open to meet his gaze, misting over to
reveal the depth of her passion. That, made Caleb feel a deep sense of
satisfaction. He brought her this pleasure.

He moved away and reached for his discarded pants. Fumbling
in his pocket, he took out his wallet and found what he was looking for.
Ripping open the foil packet, he quickly sheathed himself with the condom, and
then went back to her. He kissed her again and slowly he nudged at her entrance
with the tip of his manhood. Slowly her body expanded to accommodate his size.
As much he wanted to be inside her, he needed to make this first time with her
special.

Gently, he eased his way into her a little more and felt her
stiffen below him. Looking down at her, he noticed that her brow was knotted. A
feeling of uncertainty engulfed him. She was going to change her mind. 

“Am I hurting you?” she didn’t answer. She wasn’t even
looking at him.

“Sweetheart, look at me please.” his voice sounded strange
even to his own ear.

“Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?” he hoped to God she
said no.

“No…No, I don’t want you to stop.”

“Then what is it? Why do you look so worried?”

“I’ve never done this before…“ he must have looked puzzled
because she continued.

“I mean, I’ve never had sex before.”

“You mean you’re a virgin?” now that, he could not believe.
How could a woman that looked like her, be a virgin?

Her lashes lowered hiding the pools of brown. God dammit! It
was true, she was a virgin. He was going to be her first. The thought filled
him with a selfish sense of pride.

He kissed the tip of her nose in an act of reassurance. When
she looked up at him the answer to his unasked question was in her eyes. She
wanted him to make love to her.

Taking her mouth in a kiss, he gently eased his length into
her, catching her little gasp of pain as he reached the deepest part of her. He
lay still above her, giving her much needed time to accept him. All the time he
continued kissing her, nipping at her tender skin until she started to move below
him. He could feel her womb contract against his shaft and that was all the
encouragement he needed.

He moved slowly at first, her hips meeting his every thrust.
As the rhythm built she moved with him, her inexperienced body introducing him
to pleasure he had never felt with anyone before.

Soft sounds escaped her compressed lips as his strokes
became faster, deeper, harder.

He felt himself slipping into that deep vortex of undeniable
pleasure but he wasn’t going alone. He would take her with him.

 She wrapped her legs around his waist drawing him deeper,
her finger biting into the bare skin of his back as she whispered his name into
his ear.

“Caleb.” It was the sweetest word he had ever heard.

Her sweat-slicked body tightened against him, her movements
quickening. As her release came, her soft whispers became loud whimpers, her
back arching off the towel.

Neela clung to Caleb, her whole body shaking in the
aftermath of her orgasm and that was enough to break him. Caleb felt his own
release as he thrust one final time into her, a pure animal groan of pleasure
erupting from the depths of his throat echoing across the sand.

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