With a secret grin for her
naughty indulgence, she kicked off her sandals and hauled
her summer dress over her head. Her bra came off with a quick
flip of the front clasp, and she shimmied out of her panties.
She cast one more glance over her shoulder before she ran
into the ocean and dove into the next wave.
The rush of the cool water
over her skin revitalized her. The sound of tiny bubbles and
sand rubbing against sand soothed her even more. Her lungs
burning, she shot to the surface and gulped in air. Floating
on her back, staring up at the twinkling stars, she let out
a breath she felt she'd been holding for weeks.
She could stay here forever,
trapped between the peaceful pitch blackness of space and
ocean. Her ears below the water, she felt isolated from everything.
Every fear, anger, and hurt she'd ever experienced vanquished
by the steady water lapping around her body, rocking her as
if she were a child being soothed.
The waves slowly propelled
her toward the beach, and when she felt the sandy bottom against
her butt, she sat up, wrapped her arms around her knees and
stared out at the distance horizon. So dark was the night,
the ocean looked like a shimmering sea of onyx. Only the soft
waves licking the shore, the little breakers tickling her
toes, were as pale as her skin.
"Public nudity is an indictable
Startled, she bit her lip
to stifle the yelp, but didn't move. And when her heart settled
its cadence, she grinned. Somewhere in the back of her mind
she'd known—hoped—Paul would show up here. She
knew he watched her every move. Deep in her heart it thrilled
her, even though her mind insisted she should be pissed he'd
disturbed her solitary peace and quiet.
Slowly, she rose to her feet
and faced him. He was little more than a silhouette against
the backlight of her bungalow. "Are you here to arrest me,
Detective?" She felt his gaze as if he'd stroked her, even
though she couldn't see his eyes.
"I could." He stepped closer,
but stayed far enough back that the water didn't touch his
feet. "I should."
She'd told herself to avoid
him. Stay away and don't give in to his dominance. He was
too powerful, and her heart would be shattered in the end.
But what her logical mind said couldn't compete with what
her heart and body kept yelling at her. Let him in. Let him
Let him in.
She stepped toward him, each
step measured, calculated to emphasize the sway of her hips,
the thrust of her breasts. When she was but inches from his
big, hard body, she whispered, "You wouldn't dare."
He moved like lightening, as
she knew he would. No Dom worthy of his title would let such
a blatant statement go without punishment. He spun her around
and before she could even suck in a surprised gasp, her hands
were cuffed behind her, his arms around her middle, and her
wet back was molded against his heated front.
"You have the right to remain
The cuffs were cold, hard metal.
Beneath her fingers was the hot, hard bulge of his cock in
his jeans. She tingled from head to toe. "And
if I give up that right?"
He turned her again, slower
this time, and cupped her face in his big, gentle palms. "Then
you will be punished." His voice was as dark as the night.
As seductive as the ocean.
Her heart pounding in excitement,
her breaths ragged with anticipation, she challenged, "You
don't scare me."