Intimate Secrets: 10 (Touched By You) (4 page)

“I’m going to the spa,” Natalie said, shoving away her cup, leaving more than half of her cappuccino.

While Tanner worked—it was a business trip, after all—Natalie indulged at the elegant spa. The beauty treatments and massage did little to relax her, but it was a way to spend time while she waited. And it gave her an hour or so to get it together. Not wanting to distress Tanner unduly and ruin their trip, she made a firm decision to pretend to enjoy herself whether she was or not.

Tanner rented a cherry-red Chrysler 300. One of his bodyguards served as chauffer. At Natalie’s request he’d left Andre in New York. Although he was their personal bodyguard, it wasn’t right to take him away from Sara all the time. Tanner’s lifestyle required extensive travel, and security was essential. It wasn’t hard for Natalie to sway his choice of bodyguards for the trip. He knew of Andre’s attachment to his cook, and didn’t object.

Dressed casually, they slipped into the back seat, off to see some sights in Adelaide. The first stop was Himeji Garden, a hidden gem in the parklands of the city. Just at the fringe of City Centre, the Japanese garden was small and tranquil. Natalie was glad she had brought her camera to capture the unique beauty of the Zen creation. There were small, quiet ponds, green plants of various types, and stones stacked in artful arrangements.

The calm atmosphere seeped into Natalie, pushing her distress into the background. Strolling through the garden, holding Tanner’s hand, brought her back to the moment. He must have known it was doing her good, since he lingered for a long time over the various landscape designs throughout the garden.

The morning had flown by, and they hadn’t arrived at the garden until early afternoon. “Hungry?” Tanner asked.

Natalie nodded, smiling at him. “Starved.”

“That’s what happens when you don’t eat breakfast.” He grinned. “I know a place we can try.”

The light lunch at Paddy’s Lantern was enough to sate their hunger for a while. They shared smoked trout with cream cheese on pumpkin sourdough toast, and Natalie sipped a chai latte while Tanner drank black coffee. “The coffee here is excellent,” he said. Feeling better after the savory meal, Natalie wondered if she’d just been hungry. The upset that weighed on her earlier seemed removed, though not gone.

Seeing that the food and relaxation was doing wonders for Natalie’s mood, he opted to visit Henley Beach. They plopped on the sand, listening to the waves against the shore, not talking for a long while. Natalie sat between Tanner’s legs, leaning back against his chest. He nuzzled her hair, enjoying the tranquility of the ocean.

By the time they left, their clothes and shoes were full of sand, which was impossible to brush off. Natalie giggled and shook her blouse, exaggerating her scratching from the sand that was everywhere. Tanner just shrugged it off and directed the driver back to the hotel so they could shower and dress for dinner.

Windy Point Restaurant was known for contemporary Australian cooking and an extensive wine list. Natalie wore a purple Ann Klein belted dress with her metallic Coach strappy sandals. On her left hand, she wore her wedding ring, since she never took it off. And on her right ring finger she wore the rare blue-pink diamond ring that had been a gift from Tanner.

Tanner was delectable in a pale blue Ralph Lauren polo shirt that matched the color of his eyes. His lean thighs gave shape to his trim slacks, and in the dim restaurant light, he exuded sexuality. He settled on a 2008 Irvine Reserve Zinfandel, another wine from Barossa Valley. Natalie ordered the Barossa farm chicken and Tanner the chateaubriand. The meal was exemplary, with service to match.

Dinner was romantic and Natalie was swept up in the mood. She loved Tanner. There was never any question of that. The intimate, tender feeling between them carried through the evening and into their bed. Lovemaking was sweet, wrapping Natalie in the allure of innocence. Tanner was nothing if not unpredictable. Raging with raw desire at any moment, he could also be easy with her, so sensual he stole her heart—all over again.

In the morning, just before dawn, Natalie slipped out of bed. She’d woken before Tanner, which was rare, and he seemed to be sleeping so soundly she didn’t want to disturb him. In the kitchen she got a drink of water and turned on the coffee pot, knowing he’d like some when he did get up.

Stepping back upstairs to the bedroom with a light robe around her, Natalie stopped in the doorway. While she was away, Tanner had turned onto his stomach; the sheet had fallen away, leaving him uncovered. Not breathing, she gazed at his firm, athletic ass and the tattoo of her name at the base of his spine.

His lean thighs and strong calves, even his bare feet, were sexy. Natalie’s clit tightened; her nipples already hard. Letting her eyes roam over this muscled back, she longed to run her hands over him and feel every rock-hard curve. Tanner’s arms were strong, his biceps rounded.

Memories of him holding her in his arms and pressing her against his strong body flooded her mind. Her eyes dropped back to his bare ass, and her lips twitched; she wanted to kiss it. Tanner’s thick hair, messy from sleep, and the peaceful look on his face completed the picture.

Slipping off her robe, Natalie went to the bed. Unable to resist him, desire rising in her breast, she placed her palm on his naked ass. It felt too good. With both hands, she caressed his back and he stirred in his sleep.

Leaning down, Natalie’s stiff nipples touched his warm skin, and she nuzzled his hair, welcoming the smell of him. The masculine scent, Tanner’s scent, enraptured her. Closing her eyes, she breathed, taking it in.

Tanner moaned softly in his throat and stirred underneath her. Placing her hands on his shoulders and lightly squeezing, Natalie let them drift down to feel his bulging biceps. A sound broke the silence of the room, and she realized it was her own purr of pleasure.

Opening his eyes, Tanner moved his arms a little, coming to life. She touched her fingers to his lips and he kissed them. Natalie placed her palms on his upper back and traced the V down to his narrow waist. He let her feel him, the look in his eyes showing that he was aware of her attention. But he did nothing to stop her.

Tanner’s warm body felt so good under her hands. Letting them glide over his ass and between his thighs, Natalie became aware of the moisture between her legs. Brazenly, she slipped her fingers between his legs, touching his hot balls.

Groaning, Tanner turned onto his back, his cock thick between his legs. Natalie straddled him and teased his skin, over his upper thighs and lower abdomen. His blue eyes darkened, but he didn’t resist her.

Cupping his balls, she rolled them in one hand, the private touch allowed only to her. With her other hand she played her fingertips over the velvet skin of his cock. Turning his head to the side, Tanner began to pant.

Natalie fisted his cock, slowly, stopping at the top to finger his pre-cum and smear it down his shaft. He reached out and touched her breasts, pinching her nipples. Natalie tossed her head back with a deep sigh.

Leaning down, Natalie raked her mouth over his swollen cock, touching the veins along the length with her wet tongue. At the top, she covered the hard knob with her lips, tasting his salty male flavor. Wanting him, wishing to take him, she sucked hard, unable to resist.

“Bite it,” Tanner said in a throaty voice.

Natalie covered her teeth with her lips and pressed in around the thick edge of the knob. In a biting motion, she stimulated him, and was rewarded with his deep groan. Encouraged and excited, she drifted down his shaft with biting caresses.

She felt Tanner’s body stiffen. Biting a bit harder and faster, Natalie sought to drive him crazy. Wanting to have him in this new way, she alternately licked and bit his gorgeous cock. Tanner writhed on the bed, tensing from her ministrations.

Pre-cum seeped out the opening at the top and she dipped her tongue into it, licking around the head. Tanner fisted the sheets, his blue eyes glazed over. Massaging his balls and sucking the head of his cock, Natalie felt him spurt in her mouth.

She wanted to taste him, to take him, to create his release with her actions alone. Feeling his thick cock pulse under her lips, she whimpered. In less than a breath Tanner exploded, streams of cum pouring over her lips. Watching, filled with love, Natalie let the erotic stream pump over her breasts and drip down her belly.

Tanner yelled out; his body went rigid as steel. He looked so male, and so loved. That was it. Natalie loved him, and the orgasm she witnessed came from that love. Her man was loved, and she was the cause of it.

With her hands in the cum, evidence of his release and a show of his reaction to her power over him, Natalie spread it over her skin. Then, touching Tanner’s thighs and belly, she smeared her fingers in the wetness covering him.

He smiled, a warm, relaxed smile, but his eyes glistened with need; need for her. Natalie could feel it. Yanking the sheet up, Tanner dried her as best he could then wiped the moisture from his belly.

Looking into her eyes, he pulled her down and kissed her hotly. The taste of his mouth and the feel of his tongue stiffened her already taut nipples. Unwilling to release her from the kiss, he lost his hand in her hair and pushed her into him.

With his fingers, he flicked her nipples until she whimpered into his mouth. Then his hand slid over her belly and cupped her sex. Heat flooded her, and her clit tingled. Tanner massaged her pubis with his palm.

The pressure was welcome, and she pushed against his hand as he pressed into her. Still kissing, biting her lower lip, and ravaging her mouth with his tongue, Tanner slipped two fingers inside her sopping pussy. Slipping into her wetness, he stroked in and out.

It felt delicious. Then Tanner bent his fingers and made a come-here motion. Natalie could feel his fingertips rubbing back and forth, on a deep spot inside her that sent heavy sensation through her sex.

Deep in her core, she felt his motion. Tanner’s fingers bent back and forth, arousing her in the extremely sensitive area. The intensity of the feeling increased with every stroke. Moving a little faster and touching with a bit more pressure, Tanner carried her to the brink of explosion.

Without touching her clit, using the tantalizing finger motion, Tanner pulled her to the peak of orgasm. Then, with precise rubbing, he pushed her off the cliff and she fell into release. Her clit pulsed and turned rock hard, and the muscles of her body went stiff.

Natalie’s vagina clenched tightly, her entire core bound in release. She gasped and whined with excruciating torment before letting orgasm take her. Still massaging softly, Tanner kept his fingers inside her, her muscles convulsing around them.

Drifting down the steep slope of sensation, Natalie collapsed on the bed next to her love. Her breathing was rapid, her pulse elevated with the dreamy feel of Tanner next to her. She kissed his shoulder, and then his mouth. And he
smiled, his blue eyes crystal clear and sparkling.

Later that morning, Tanner and Natalie left Adelaide, driving northeast to Barossa Valley. A different bodyguard served as chauffeur, allowing them to relax in the back seat of the Chrysler and take in the scenery. Endless green hills rolled by and flocks of sheep were everywhere. Fences of split-wood posts and barbed wire corralled the cows and horses soaking up the sun, grazing at will.

Colorful flowers were in bloom, as evidence of springtime, and the weather stayed warm. The blue sky, accented with fluffy clouds, blanketed the area. The road between Adelaide and Barossa was dotted by little towns strewn within spectacular landscape. Natalie even spotted some wild kangaroos; a first for her.

Tanner responded to business-related texts, looking out at the passing scenery in between. Natalie looked at the panorama flashing by, and interrupted him to point out various sights. Just before they reached the valley, the phone rang, seeming out of place in the remote countryside.

“Tanner here.”

Natalie listened, hoping the call would be short. Knowing she was tagging along on a business trip, and not the other way around, didn’t dissuade her from wanting her husband’s full attention. It sounded like he was wrapping up.

“Okay, yes, go ahead with that, and step up the hiring process. Keep me advised.”

He hung up, still looking engrossed in whatever he’d just been talking about.

“Something new?”

Tanner smiled at her. “Yes, but you know about it. I’ve accepted Dani’s offer. Now the trick is staffing up. My social media manager can’t possibly handle all the new traffic. Aaron will have to hire, and that’s not a simple task. Many have familiarity with social media but few are expert. Finding the right staff will be a challenge.”

He squeezed her hand. “Anyway, baby.
Enough of that. We are in wine country.”

It certainly wasn’t difficult to spot vineyards. They were everywhere. Opting for privacy, Tanner had chosen to rent a renovated homestead serving as a vacation retreat. The property was a Scottish sandstone structure that had been converted to five suites on the upper story and one large suite on the ground floor. The secluded location showcased a panoramic view of the vast Barossa Valley and the Para River.

When they arrived, Tanner took her hand to show her around. Each suite was uniquely decorated with French-inspired décor with all the amenities. Outside, there was a “bush bath,” which was an oversized freestanding tub perched in a secluded corner of the property overlooking the river. What amazed Natalie most was the underground wine cellar stocked with Barossa Valley wines.