Just a Number (Downtown #1) by Fifi Flowers

their magic, removing my clothing piece by piece until I stood bare in front of him. “Let’s swim.” Holding my hand, he led me to the inviting natural lagoon. Uncertain of the water’s depth, we jumped in feet first.
    The temperature was perfect, not too cold and not too warm. It felt so good. The nakedness added an extra element. We swam around each other, touching and kissing. Tingling sensations ignited an overwhelming desire that settled between my thighs. In his arms, I pushed into him, squirming.
    Treading backwards, we moved toward the waterfall and through it, finding a ledge of rocks—our own private grotto. Without warning, he lifted me up and opened my legs, and pulled them over his shoulders until my throbbing mound was against his lush lips. Raised up on my elbows, I tilted my head back, I arched my back, pushed my breasts up and delighted in the vibrations… the sucking… the nibbling as he quickly took me over the edge. Removing my legs, he climbed up and his chest met mine. Face to face, I tasted my essence on his mouth, and moaned.
    His lips worked my earlobe, my neck, my shoulder. I shuttered with every breath that whispered along my skin. It was the slowest he had ever moved. My chest heaved. I wanted more. I remained silent, watching him intently. He was in charge. As he began to skim my skin with his hands, I matched his every move. Mimicking movements, we explored each other.
    I caressed and licked his stomach and watched how it caused a rippling of his abdominal muscles. They even contracted. I was enjoying the rise and fall of his chest. Oh, his lips. I loved to look at them as much as I adored feeling them. Feeling. His hands felt amazing touching me everywhere. His denim-blue eyes held mine with such intensity. I could never imagine sex in the dark with him. I would miss too much. His body was gorgeous. I was going in and out of an out-of-body experience. I felt sensations I never had before. They were all fantastic. He knew how to work my body. He knew how to take me to the brink, moving me through a series of dynamic movements. He charged my soul, increased my breathing, and set me free.
    Satisfied and relaxed, behind a curtain of flowing water, we swam back out to the edge of the lagoon. Feeling lazy, we spread a couple towels together and let the sun bathe our skin with its warm rays. The soothing sounds of nature lulled us to sleep. Foreign voices stirred us from our slumber. No longer alone, we dressed quickly and made our way back to civilization. No more playing Tarzan and Jane.
    We arrived back to the jeep as the sun was beginning to set. Not ready to end our day together or hide away in my room, we drove to the coast. Finding a little bar with a watery view, we sat out on the wood planked patio. Under a grass umbrella, we ordered drinks and a variety of appetizers. As the sun disappeared into the sea, a four piece woodwind band set up in a corner. We stayed to listen for a while and swayed in each other’s arms until we were ready to continue our rhythmic moves between the sheets.

Chapter Ten

    Dash
    S lipping out way before my morning yoga class, I didn’t want to leave, but I knew we would see each later as I had our afternoon planned. I had to get some work done so we would have no interruptions. Apparently, I was in high demand as my phone was chiming constantly, alerting me to emails on mainland time. Back in my room, I fired up my laptop to attend to urgent messages that needed my attention.
    New York being six hours ahead; I attacked those issues first. My clients were concerned about my upcoming departure. They didn’t want to lose the one-on-one attention I gave them. Some were afraid I would completely abandon them. I wasn’t sure I could take care of all of them, but I was making other arrangements for them. I found that I had to keep assuring them my replacement would be comparable to my practices. Some of my heavy hitters, I had no choice but fly in to meet up with