did you get to the beach?”
“I went shopping after that ungodly sunrise yoga. No offense—too early.”
“None taken.”
“In haste—off my game—with my turbulent life lately, I packed clothes for a winter resort.”
“Sounds like you need a sexcapade—escapade.” A little slip of the tongue. She didn’t seem to be aware of my initial wording.
“You have no idea.” She let out a sexy-as-hell sigh. “Anyhow. I had one of the drivers take me into town to shop for some much needed warm weather resort wear. I didn’t even bring a bathing suit, crazy…” She did a really good job picking out the bikini she currently had covered up. Damn! Down boy.
Snapping out of my thoughts of yanking the side strings on her hips, I realized her things may have blown away in the wind. “Oh no. You’re bags? Do we need to search… rescue them?”
“No. The driver took them to the hotel to be delivered to my room. I could use a shower with a good loofa and then a few drinks.”
“I’d like to join you.”
“The shower or the drinks?” She raised an eyebrow, challenging me.
“Both. I’ll settle for drinks, though… for now.”
She smirked. “Sounds inviting. I’ll meet you at the lagoon bar. Give me an hour to regroup and revitalize.”
I pulled into a parking space at the hotel too soon; she slipped out of the jeep and disappeared. I silently prayed that she would truly rematerialize, and that she wasn’t just giving me a brush off.
Chapter Seven
Willow
S tripped of my new, less than pristine, beach attire, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror. “Oh my God! I look like a drown rat. It’s a wonder why that gorgeous man wants to see you again.” I laughed at myself, wiping off remnants of mascara and smeared red lipstick. He did see me looking a bit better early, didn’t he? Hello, you were in the back of his class and you were not alone. He was teaching. Not looking for a chick. I sure noticed him, even not completely awake.
On vacation and determined to take full advantage of the spa offerings, I decided to shake things up and headed for sunrise yoga. Half asleep, I snuck into a session just beginning. Tossing down my mat, I jumped right into action. Head up. In a lunging position my heart nearly popped out of my chest. I was suddenly wide awake. My eyes focused, when able, on the shirtless yumminess, sporting only semi-fitted yoga shorts, that was leading the class.
Breathing as he was instructing was not easy. I was not a novice to yoga, but his rippled abs flexing as his powerful arms flowed through the air into warrior one muddled my brain. As if the body wasn’t enough, shaggy, brown windblown hair and a scruffy, yet groomed beard framed his gorgeous, sculpted face. I couldn’t tell the color of his eyes, but oh my God—those lips. I’m not sure how to describe them but to say they were heaven sent. They were absolutely perfect; equal amounts of fullness. And their color was unique: a deep dark rose. Maybe that didn’t sound masculine, but I assure you, he was all man.
I wondered how they would taste. How they would feel on my mouth, and my lower lips. If it were allowed, I would have tackled him in the sand and explored every inch of him with my hands and mouth. How I managed to make it through… Well, I didn’t make it all the way. I skipped out on the meditation portion at the end. I was too amped up. Invigorated. And, since I couldn’t have him right there on the shore, I mouthed Namaste and fled to shop. A good distraction!
Katie’s Swim Shack was amazing with a capital A! Nothing like her website; it was a swanky boutique with a beachy vibe. Little grass shack meets Paris chic. Crystal chandeliers, with just the right amount of shells entwined, hung from the ceiling. White plantation shuttered windows with tied-back silk drapery panels. Velvet furnishes scattered amongst ornate, chrome clothing racks and white shelving. How she kept the sofa and chairs from molding, with
“I went shopping after that ungodly sunrise yoga. No offense—too early.”
“None taken.”
“In haste—off my game—with my turbulent life lately, I packed clothes for a winter resort.”
“Sounds like you need a sexcapade—escapade.” A little slip of the tongue. She didn’t seem to be aware of my initial wording.
“You have no idea.” She let out a sexy-as-hell sigh. “Anyhow. I had one of the drivers take me into town to shop for some much needed warm weather resort wear. I didn’t even bring a bathing suit, crazy…” She did a really good job picking out the bikini she currently had covered up. Damn! Down boy.
Snapping out of my thoughts of yanking the side strings on her hips, I realized her things may have blown away in the wind. “Oh no. You’re bags? Do we need to search… rescue them?”
“No. The driver took them to the hotel to be delivered to my room. I could use a shower with a good loofa and then a few drinks.”
“I’d like to join you.”
“The shower or the drinks?” She raised an eyebrow, challenging me.
“Both. I’ll settle for drinks, though… for now.”
She smirked. “Sounds inviting. I’ll meet you at the lagoon bar. Give me an hour to regroup and revitalize.”
I pulled into a parking space at the hotel too soon; she slipped out of the jeep and disappeared. I silently prayed that she would truly rematerialize, and that she wasn’t just giving me a brush off.
Chapter Seven
Willow
S tripped of my new, less than pristine, beach attire, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror. “Oh my God! I look like a drown rat. It’s a wonder why that gorgeous man wants to see you again.” I laughed at myself, wiping off remnants of mascara and smeared red lipstick. He did see me looking a bit better early, didn’t he? Hello, you were in the back of his class and you were not alone. He was teaching. Not looking for a chick. I sure noticed him, even not completely awake.
On vacation and determined to take full advantage of the spa offerings, I decided to shake things up and headed for sunrise yoga. Half asleep, I snuck into a session just beginning. Tossing down my mat, I jumped right into action. Head up. In a lunging position my heart nearly popped out of my chest. I was suddenly wide awake. My eyes focused, when able, on the shirtless yumminess, sporting only semi-fitted yoga shorts, that was leading the class.
Breathing as he was instructing was not easy. I was not a novice to yoga, but his rippled abs flexing as his powerful arms flowed through the air into warrior one muddled my brain. As if the body wasn’t enough, shaggy, brown windblown hair and a scruffy, yet groomed beard framed his gorgeous, sculpted face. I couldn’t tell the color of his eyes, but oh my God—those lips. I’m not sure how to describe them but to say they were heaven sent. They were absolutely perfect; equal amounts of fullness. And their color was unique: a deep dark rose. Maybe that didn’t sound masculine, but I assure you, he was all man.
I wondered how they would taste. How they would feel on my mouth, and my lower lips. If it were allowed, I would have tackled him in the sand and explored every inch of him with my hands and mouth. How I managed to make it through… Well, I didn’t make it all the way. I skipped out on the meditation portion at the end. I was too amped up. Invigorated. And, since I couldn’t have him right there on the shore, I mouthed Namaste and fled to shop. A good distraction!
Katie’s Swim Shack was amazing with a capital A! Nothing like her website; it was a swanky boutique with a beachy vibe. Little grass shack meets Paris chic. Crystal chandeliers, with just the right amount of shells entwined, hung from the ceiling. White plantation shuttered windows with tied-back silk drapery panels. Velvet furnishes scattered amongst ornate, chrome clothing racks and white shelving. How she kept the sofa and chairs from molding, with
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