Divine (42 page)

A satisfied smile
crossed his face. “Good, I'm glad we're on the same page.”

“
We're always on
the same page.”

“
That's very
true.”

Fred lingered into our
secluded space and swam around me with happy little moving fins. “Oh,
hi Fred. Thanks for leaving earlier,” I giggled. “You're
a very good fish.” I stuck my hand out beneath the water and
she hovered over my palm, giving me the satisfaction of holding her.
A moment later her attention was caught on something elsewhere and
she flipped around and scurried off, leaving us behind. “Bye
Fred, I guess.”

Jonah moved away from
our embrace and reached up above the rock to grab his board shorts.
He slowly slid them back on underneath the water while I watched; I
was sad to see that provocative part of his body covered up again.

“
Awe, you're
covering up?” I teased.

He chuckled shyly and
looked down through the purple water in front of him. “You
don't want to watch me swim naked to the bottom, do you?”

“
I'll watch you
do anything naked,” I said while fluttering my legs underneath
me to hold myself up in the salty ocean. Becoming tired from the
constant kicking, I grabbed on to the rock next to us, unable to keep
myself up in the water the way Jonah could.

His eyes left mine to
pore over my naked submerged body. “Yeah,” he agreed
huskily, “I'll watch you do anything naked, too.”

“
Yet another
thing we're in agreement about,” I said with a smile. “I'm
just not ready to see you all covered up yet, you hunk.”

“
Don't worry,
you'll get to see a lot more of me.”

“
Oh really? You
have some high hopes there.”

He nodded pleasantly at
my joke. “Yeah, I do have high hopes.” His smiling face
left mine to go under the water and retrieve the two pieces of my
swim suit that sat gently on the sandy floor.

I tried to watch him
for as long as I could but he eventually faded out of sight. I
couldn't see as clearly in the purple water; it wasn't as pristine as
the yellow or green was. The purple was deeper, more intense than the
others; a true rendition of his feelings.

Moments later I saw him
make his way back up toward the surface. He popped up and handed me
my pink suit. “Here you go.”

“
My little human
fish,” I teased. I slung the bottoms over my shoulder and
worked on tying the delicate strings back together on the top.

“
Here, I'll help
you,” he offered.

My well-known shy smile
tugged at the corners of my mouth. I handed him the top of my suit
and spun around to hold on to the rock to steady myself, complying
with his flattering request.

The feeling of his
hands moving around the front of my body to drape my suit across my
breasts filled me with desire. With my eyes cast down at the waters
surface, I could feel the tension of him grabbing the floating
strings and carefully crossing them, pulling them tightly against my
back and securing them in a knot. I wished instead that he was
untying them again.

“
Thank you,”
I said with a soft sincerity.

“
You're welcome.”
He trailed the lower half of my suit away from my shoulder and tossed
it over his. With a sleek gentleness he pulled my blonde wet hair
around to one side and brought his soft lips to my bare neck, sending
chills down my spine as he kissed around, going slowly, taking his
time.

I tilted my head to the
side, allowing his tongue more areas to explore. “That feels
amazing,” I sighed.

My teeth bit into my
lip at the feeling of his powerful hand coming around my waist and
moving below my belly button, sliding lower and lower down my
sensitive skin, making me shiver with need as he pulled my body
tightly against him.

“
Do you know how
much I love you?” he breathed smoothly between his gentle
placement of kisses.

I reached my arm up
behind me and dove my fingers through his slick hair, trembling with
a satisfied moan, “How much?”

“
I love you
deeper than the blackest part of this ocean.”

I smiled at the rock in
front of us, feeling completely erotic in his embrace of kisses and
the placement of his stroking fingers. “That's pretty deep.”

“
It is.” He
gave my neck one more gentle kiss and pulled his hand away from me,
leaving me wanting more of him.

I turned around and
flung my arms around his broad shoulders. “I love you more than
you could ever imagine.”

“
I know,”
he smiled as he reached down and tenderly kissed me. When our lips
parted from each other he pulled the other piece of my suit away from
his shoulder. “Time to put this back on.” He tied one
side and stuck it below the water toward my feet.

“
What a shame,”
I flirted as I moved back against the rock and lifted my legs for him
to slide it on. He pulled it slowly up onto my body and then moved
causally next to me, looking down through the purple water to tie the
string gently against the side of my hip.

“
There,” he
looked up at me with a smile, “you're all covered now.”

“
Yeah, against my
will.”

His face faked a look
of surprise. “Oh, you mean you didn't want to be covered up?”

“
What do you
think?”

“
Hmm,” he
pretended to speculate. “Well, based on how you just reacted to
my hand on you, I can guess that you
didn't
want to be covered
back up.”

“
Yeah, you with
your neck kissing and your, you know, caressing; you got me all
worked up again.”

“
Then my mission
was accomplished.”

“
Oh, so you
wanted
to turn me on again, huh?”

“
Absolutely.”

I shook my head with an
embarrassed smile. “And why is that, exactly?”

He looked at me for a
moment, motionless in the water, looking as sexy as ever with his
wet, tousled hair and glistening skin. “Because,” he
admitted, “I want to take you home with me. I have a few things
that I want to impress you with that I didn't get to do here
tonight.”

A grin consumed my face
and I shot my head to the side, looking up at the rock that he had
earlier pushed my wild body against. “And what makes you think
I would go back to your bed with you, Strong Jonah?” My eyes
met back with his and he chuckled, looking confident enough to
persuade me.

“
Listen, Ash, I
can feel you in the water. Do you know what that means?”

“
Yeah, it means
that you know I'm here in the water, even if you couldn't see me.”

“
Yeah, that's
part of it. But it also means that I
am
the water, and that I
can feel
every
part of your body that it touches. So trust me,
I know
you want to come home with me.”

I smiled and raised my
eyebrows with surprise at his confident statement. “Well, I
guess you've got yourself convinced.”

“
No, I'm not
convinced; I'm sure. I can feel you right now at this very moment,
and it's very clear what you're wanting.”

“
And what do I
want?”

“
You want to be
in my bed with me tonight.” His cocky smile fit perfectly with
his moment of certainty and made me want to jump him right then and
there.

“
Nope,” I
lied, “I don't want to be in your bed tonight.”

“
You're lying,”
he chuckled.

“
No, I'm not. I
don't want to be in your bed
tonight,
I want to be in your bed
every
night.”

“
I know.”

I bit my lip with a
smile and looked down at the water with a laugh. “Well, let's
go then.”

A happy grin lit up his
all too sexy face. “Okay. Let's get outta here.”

I know I've said it
about every night with Jonah, but this time is even more true: that
night with Jonah was the best night of my whole life. I had never
felt that much erotic heat and satisfaction in my entire existence.
We were completely intoxicated with each other, drunk with the
passion that had been building up for the longest time.

Our love-making in the
ocean was only the beginning of our night of closeness. When we got
back to his house our hearts were filled with even more heightened
desire, making the need for each other almost unbearable. The whole
night consisted of intensified exploration and affection, fulfilling
each others appetites for one another, intimately consuming each
others bodies.

Waking up in his
muscular arms the next morning with nothing but a blue cotton sheet
draped over our naked bodies was the best feeling in the world. I
felt like I was officially an adult; like my life was going exactly
in the direction that I wanted it to.

* * *

I started my new job at
the The Shoreline that following Monday. A woman by the name of
Debbie showed me the ropes the first day, going over the menu with me
and teaching me how to take orders. If I had to guess I would say she
was in her late forties, but she looked youthful enough with her firm
skin and thin build that she could have passed for ten years younger.
She looked classy, too, with a gold barrette that clutched her brown
hair high onto the top of her head and showed off her delicate ears
that held a pair of expensive gold hoop earrings. In a way she
reminded me of my mom, except
she
wasn't wearing an
embarrassing robe in front of my boyfriend.

What I loved the most
about the restaurant was how clean it was. Since it was an expensive
place it had to be kept spotless, something that I took great pride
in keeping up with. And as a bonus, when I left at the end of my
shift, I didn't feel all dirty and greasy like Walley's used to make
me feel. By the end of the day I decided that it really was a great
place to work at, with nice employees and an even nicer boss.

After three days of
working there I volunteered to cover the night shift for another
employee who I hadn't ever met. I usually worked during the day and
left before dinner, but, I always tried to help people when they
needed it, especially since they would hopefully help me in the
future if I needed them to cover a day for me.

The night I covered was
really busy during the dinner-time rush. I was running around so
much, taking orders and bringing out the expensive plates of food,
that I didn't even realize that it was almost time for me to go home.

Once the last customer
left I took a chair out from under a table and plopped down onto its
soft fabric-lined surface, looking up at the fancy clock positioned
on the wall above the front door. “Wow,” I sighed to
myself, “ten o'clock. I'm beat.” I reached behind my head
and pulled the hair tie out of my hair, releasing my blonde locks
onto my tired shoulders.

Quickly making his way
toward me was one of my fellow night-shift employees, Dean. He was a
short man who was probably in his late thirties, and had black,
feathery hair and narrow eyes. He stopped beside my chair and shot me
a sympathetic look. “You look tired.”

“
Yeah, I am. The
night shift is pretty rough.”

He agreed with a tired
nod. “Nights are rough on all of us. You should see it on a
Friday or Saturday night; it's crazy.” His eyes cut down at the
black watch that was fastened tightly around his thin wrist. “It's
getting late. You going home soon?”

“
Yeah,” I
yawned into the back of my arm, “I just need to use the
restroom and I'm outta here.”

“
Alright. Well,
it was nice working with you tonight. Maybe I'll get to work with you
again soon.” His hand came up to his side with a silent wave
before he scurried off toward the front door.

“
It was nice
working with you too.”

With my feet aching
from being on them all day, I stood up and slowly shuffled across the
fancy dining room toward the even fancier bathroom.

What a spectacular
bathroom it was: the room itself was breathtaking, built exquisitely
with high-priced marbled counters that housed golden tempered glass
sinks with waterfall faucets. Clear vases filled with fresh red roses
lined the marbled surface and complimented the large gold framed
mirrors that hung on the wall behind them, instantly deceiving the
women who looked into them into believing that they themselves were
royalty. The floors were made of marbled tiles that flattered the
colors above, and were laced with intricate gold veins in their
design. It was truly a stunning room.