Tempting Eden (3 page)

As she peered at the frothing waves trying to
see where ocean met night sky she saw a shape emerge from the water
not far from her. A man rose from the sea with his naked body
glistening in the light of the full moon. Droplets of water
shimmered on his flawless skin.

She blinked, sure she was seeing things. She
closed her eyes and opened them again but he was still there. And
still naked.

Her breath caught in her throat and for a
moment she lost all thoughts. He was beautiful—tall,
broad-shouldered, chest hair dewy from the sea water, long raven
hair damp and dripping. His chest tapered into a narrow waist and
down to powerful thighs. He was not overly muscular but enough to
make her knees threaten to buckle. Darkness concealed his face. His
thick cock hung between his legs and she couldn’t help but wonder
how big he’d be at full attention. She couldn’t take her eyes off
it.

Heat spread through her entire body making
her weak with desire. Hot slick need pooled between her legs and
she licked her suddenly dry lips in sweet anticipation. She shifted
from one foot to the other, her clothes chafing her, her nipples
tight and painful against her shirt. Something about this man made
her want to shimmy out of her clothes and drop to her knees taking
that beautiful cock in her mouth and sucking him until he came.

He paused mere inches from her, the water
surging against his calves. She brushed her hair out of her eyes
staring hard to see his sharp perfectly chiseled features. The
moonlight played upon his face. His bright blue eyes pierced her,
his square chin and cheeks covered in stubble. He was a walking wet
dream. A man to whom she could willingly succumb.

Eden couldn’t help it as she stared at him
with longing and her mouth watering. Especially when he looked her
over seductively, peering at her so intently it made her knees
wobble. Her pulse jumped into overdrive and her heart wouldn’t stop
throbbing.

“Hello, Eden.” His deep voice rumbled around
in that perfect chest.

Should she be bothered he knew her name? Or
bothered her shaking fingers clutched the end of her shirt ready to
strip?

“Who are you?” Her voice sounded weak,
breathy.

His oh-so-kissable mouth turned into a smile
showing off perfect white teeth. All she could think about was that
mouth licking her in all the right places. Sucking her nipples. The
tip of his tongue flicking her clit and tasting her hot juices.

“Am I not what you desire?” He spread his
arms with his hands out as if to
say come and get me
.

Eden’s gaze landed on his hands. Perfectly
sculpted hands with long slender fingers. Fingers she imagined
pumping in and out of her and plunging between her folds circling
over her making her shriek with climax.

Her mind knew it wasn’t right to have some
strange man walk out of the sea naked saying he wanted her. But he
intoxicated her like a good red wine on a warm summer night. Her
troubles were forgotten. All she wanted was him. Her heart sped up
another notch in a wild patter. She licked her lips again, her
breathing jagged.

“How do you know my name?”

“Does it matter?”

Well no. It really didn’t. A breath of air
separated them. She dragged her lower lip through her teeth,
wanting, needing. Feeling as though she might explode into a
thousand tiny pieces.
Why doesn’t he touch me?

Her fingers were on the hem of her shirt
again ready to rip it over her head. Ready to stand in front of
this man, this god, this…whatever he was, naked. Ready to let him
lick her from head to toe and everywhere in between.

“Is this not what you wished for?”

“I didn’t wish for you.” Her quiet words
shook.

“You did.” His blue eyes twinkled with
moonlight, challenged her.

How did he know that? That she’d wished for
someone to make her blood boil, her heart race, her body need? Eden
swallowed hard.

“Take off your clothes.” He demanded it with
a half-smile. “That’s what you want to do, isn’t it?”

Oh yes. She wanted to be naked. She wanted
him touching her. She wanted to writhe on top of him. Or underneath
him. It didn’t matter. She wasn’t picky.

“Shall I help you?” Again that quirked
grin.

Her hands trembled. Her knees weakened. Let
him take off her clothes? Hell yes. It would prolong her need and
heighten her desire. She wanted to savor this. She wanted to feel
everything. She wanted every touch, every caress, every
everything
permanently burned into her memory.

“Yes. Help me.”

His eyes flashed reminding her of summer
lightning. Magnetic. Beautiful. Heart-wrenching. All those things
in one split second as he grabbed her and spun her around with her
back pressing against his wet body. His
naked
wet body. She
moaned with joy when his arms wrapped around her pulling her into
him. She could feel his hard planes molding to her. His cock
pressing her ass. So thick. So hard. So amazing. One hand dipped
into the waistband of her skirt sliding, sliding, sliding ever so
slowly down, down, down to the apex between her thighs. Sweet
torture.

Eden’s eyes fluttered closed as her pulse
raced. A prickling sensation erupted over her skin. Her own need
soaked her panties. She thought she might pass out. She thought she
might die from the heat pounding between her legs if he didn’t
touch her soon.

His fingers slipped under her cotton panties.
His hand cupped her mound. When he pushed open her folds and moved
inside her lips she climaxed exactly one second later. But he
didn’t stop. His fingers glided in and out, in and out in a
rhythmic movement that made all the blood whoosh from her head. She
was light-headed. She couldn’t think straight. Light pricked her
eyes as though she were about to faint.

But no. She needed more. She had to feel
more. To know what that big glorious cock felt like inside her.

Eden forced her eyes open and glanced down.
Her shirt molded to her body showing off her peaked nipples. The
material scraped against them annoying her. She needed it gone.
Pronto. But suddenly her arms filled with lead and she couldn’t
move. A whimper escaped her before she could stop it.

“I enjoy you, Eden.” His breath was hot in
her ear. He flicked his tongue over her earlobe. “Very much.”

She wanted to tell him she enjoyed him too.
But she couldn’t form the words. It was as if her tongue had turned
to cotton. Her mouth was dry as a desert.

“You are very wet and hot.” She could hear
the smile of approval in his voice. “My hand feels good here.”

She couldn’t agree more. She never wanted him
to stop. As he continued to touch she somehow forced her hands to
move and grasped her breasts, massaging them. Pinching her nipples
through the material. Heightening her desire. Pooling more heat
between her legs with his perfect fingers.

“Let me do that.”

He released her for the second it took him to
shove down her skirt and panties to her ankles. Then he grasped her
shirt and yanked it over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra so her
breasts sprang free and her nipples stood at perfect attention. He
turned her around to face him, his gaze drinking her in. He palmed
one breast then pinched the pebble-hard peak.

“Beautiful. Perfect,” he said.

She wanted to agree that
he
was
beautiful and perfect but the words clotted in her throat. What was
wrong with her? Why couldn’t she speak?

Now she stood naked before him. And she
didn’t feel one ounce of shyness. She wanted to wrap her legs
around his waist as he pumped hard and fast inside her. Filling her
up. Making her come.

“We’ll get to that.” He grinned.

Holy hell. Could he hear her thoughts?

This beautiful man took her by the hand and
led her to the damp sand where the waves came and went. He motioned
for her to lay down at the water’s edge and she happily complied.
He towered over her, looking down at her with sharp, assessing
eyes.

He smiled.

She melted.

He fell to his knees between her legs gently
nudging her thighs apart and opening up her most secret place. She
wanted his head between her legs, licking, sucking. He swiped two
fingers down her wet slit. She opened her legs wider, inviting.

Finally he plunged two fingers inside her and
she cried out with pleasure. Her hips rocked against his hand as he
pumped back and forth, in and out. But it wasn’t enough. She needed
more. She needed to feel all of him.

“Tell me, Eden, what you want.”

Didn’t he know? Couldn’t he tell? Wasn’t it
obvious by the way her hips gyrated against that glorious hand of
his?

“Tell me,” he repeated. “I want to hear
it.”

“I want you.” Finding her voice at last the
words spilled out.

“No. Tell me what you want me
to do
,”
his gentle tone demanded. Then, “To you.”

Really? He wanted her to say it out loud? She
was so not good at that. She never talked during sex—it wasn’t a
time to chat. Her cheeks flushed.

“You’ve been thinking it.”

He
could
read her thoughts. Gooseflesh
erupted all over her and she shivered. Not from cold but from pure
longing.

“I-I want you to lick me.” There. She’d said
it. But she couldn’t look at him and kept her gaze focused on the
sand beneath her feet. She was too embarrassed.

He cupped her chin and tipped her face up to
his. “Now say it
to me
.”

Oh, god. Why?
She swallowed hard. “I
want you to lick me.”

“That’s better.” He gave her a devastating
grin, his eyes lighting with that sensual flame. “As you wish my
little vixen.”

Oh it was really going to happen. He was
really going to bend down and push her legs apart. He was really
going to—

His tongue tasted her, his mouth molded over
her sex. She couldn’t help the cry the exploded from her lungs. But
she immediately muzzled it. The last thing she needed was her best
friend and others rushing outside to see her writhing, naked, under
a strange man. She gripped his hair in her fists. Thick, soft damp
hair that tickled her thighs.

His mouth was magnificent. Splendid. Her body
celebrated all the wonderful things he did as his tongue licked and
licked, lapping her moist, wet heat. Her body rocked back and
forth.

“Do you like that?” He paused long enough to
ask before going back down on her.

Like? No. Loved. Adored. There wasn’t a word
strong enough for it. It wasn’t enough. She needed more of him.
More of his tongue.

“What else, Eden?” he asked. “What else do
you want?”

He knew what she was thinking. He lifted up,
his mouth damp with her juices. His tongue swiped over his
lips.

“Tell me.”

“I want your…your tongue…” She hesitated.

“Yes?” he urged.

“Inside me. Put your tongue inside me.” Her
entire body blushed from head to toe. How could she ask him to do
such a thing?

“If you promise you’ll come for me.”

He gave her a slow lusty smile. He gripped
her thighs and pushed her legs as far apart as they would go,
opening her up to him. Her heart pounded wild and fast as he braced
his forearms on her thighs and opened her lips with his fingers. He
licked her once, twice, three times before his tongue delved deep,
deep into her sheath.

Eden’s hands clawed at the wet sand. She’d
never experienced such heights of arousal. Never wanted it to end.
His tongue, perfect and pink, devastated her as he pumped in her.
His teeth scraped her sensitive skin. Oh…she was going to come. She
was going to—

The climax rocked her entire body and spread
in wild abandon from her center core outward to her hands fisted in
the sand. Salt water crashed over them both as she came against his
mouth. She hardly noticed. Behind her closed eyes she saw a burst
of light. Explosions. As if the space-time continuum had been
disturbed by the intense orgasm that had wracked her from head to
toe.

And he hadn’t even used his glorious cock
yet.

When he released her, her weakened body
shook. Even after that rocking orgasm she
still
wanted
him.

“Mm. You taste like sweet nectar,” he said.
And he sounded very well pleased.

Eden couldn’t recall a time when she’d had
such an explosive orgasm. Nor could she recall a time when she’d
had one with a guy who hadn’t even kissed her yet. Or told her his
name.

Something niggled at her that he was no
ordinary man. He was something special. Supernatural. He knew her
thoughts and her deepest fantasies. Who was he? Someone from the
depths of the ocean? Someone from..Atlantis? Her heart skipped a
beat at the thought. But no, that was silly. Even though she
wanted
to believe she knew the lost continent was merely a
fable.

His body glistened under the moonlight from
the sea water. His mouth curved into another smile that said he
knew all her secrets. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from those
delectable lips that beckoned to her.

The surf crashed over her again, leaving
behind gooseflesh and a new arousal. She rose to her knees in front
of him, meeting his gaze. So blue and intense it burned her soul.
She could see right into the depths as though she looked upward to
the surface, the water glistening overhead.

It startled her and she emitted a small gasp.
His hands cupped her face, tilting her head back, his eyes
searching hers. He smelled faintly of the sea. The image was gone.
She shuddered. What had she seen?

“You’re not afraid of me?” he whispered
against her mouth.

“Should I be?”

“Never.”

“What’s your name?” she asked. “I need to
know.”

His lips continued to brush hers but he never
dove for an actual kiss. Maddening her. Frustrating her.