Irrevocable (Fated series (can be read as a standalone) Book 3) Page 8

  I raised my head off the bed and stared down at him in between my thighs. It had to be said, it suited him. His once immaculately combed back hair was now messy and some longer strands fell onto his face. But it was his aqua eyes that moved me the most, they were all-seeing and I could tell that he could see right through me. I was going to have to be on my guard around this man. My heart was telling me that I could easily develop feelings for him, but my brain screamed that this was information I definitely didn’t want him to know.

  ‘Stand up, I need to undress you.’ I watched as he jumped up and away from me. I stood on legs that were still shaking, not only from the orgasm he had just given me but also from looking at the magnificent male in front of me. He didn’t move away at all, just giving me enough room to stand in between him and the bed that dominated my stateroom. My borrowed heels were far too wobbly to stand on and I felt him extend his hands to hold my elbows, giving me the strength I needed under his perusal. My skin tingled under his touch. No other man had ever made me feel so much from so little.

  Catching my breath, I looked up at him again waiting for his next move. I was almost dying with desperation, in his grasp.

  ‘I’m going to undress you now. I’m going to take my time with you and worship you like you deserve.’ He spun me around so quickly in front of him that if it hadn’t been for him supporting me, I would have collapsed like a pathetic puddle at his feet. He brought my back up to his front until there was no gap between us and I could feel every worked-hard-for ridge and contour on his body. The move was so completely unexpected that a gasp left my mouth and I bit down on my bottom lip to stop anything else escaping.

  ‘Then, Jasmin, I plan to fuck you until morning.’ He stopped speaking and his mouth found the top of my spine as he swept my hair out of his way. I could see small flowers loosening and sprinkling and saw them fall to the floor out of the corner of my eye. His hot mouth began its descent. Every place where his dexterous fingers undid a tiny button he kissed, licked or nipped. He made his way down my back undoing the buttons as he went. I was slowly pushed over forwards, so that when the last button was undone at the base of my spine, my gorgeous wedding dress slipped over my arms and glided down over my sensitive flesh. Every single goosebump protruded from my aching skin as the beautiful lace pooled at my feet. My hands instinctively went to hold on to the edge of the bed as he expertly unclasped my bra. My breasts screamed with relief at being set free and I groaned as they swung loose. They ached to be touched and as if they had spoken to him telepathically his hands came around to cup them. He began to massage them, rolling each of my very sensitive nipples between two fingers.

  ‘Oh my God…’ I lifted my head at the sensation and caught his eyes in the dressing table mirror. It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen, I was glad that dog walking had kept me in shape. Keeping eye contact with me he let go of one breast and ran his fingers down my spine and through my wide-open bum cheeks. I was already half way there as his fingers found their way over my puckered hole and down further underneath me. He began to rub at my swollen clit with the string of small pearls on my thong. Copying the rhythm that he was applying to my nipple, he rubbed the pearls backwards and forwards making me climb higher and higher. The moment felt endless as I soared and soared. Finally, just when I could take no more, he pinched my throbbing clit and it was over.

  ‘John…oh my God, John,’ I cried, as my orgasm rolled through me again and again. His arm instinctively came around my waist to stop me from collapsing. He released the belt on his trousers, then pushed them and his white boxer shorts down. I watched out of tear-filled eyes as the feelings he managed to pull out of me with my last orgasm made my emotions spin out of control.

  He ripped open a condom packet with his teeth and rolled the condom down one of the largest cocks I had ever seen. He entered me in one movement, stilling momentarily as I adjusted to accommodate the size of him. My eyes left the mirror and looked down as my body went lax.

  ‘Uh, uh, Sugar. Eyes on mine, always. I want you to watch me fuck you.’ I felt his fingertips connect with my scalp as he gently ran his long fingers through my hair and turned my head, so my eyes would meet his in the reflection.

  The moment they did, I knew I was done for.

  My eyes started to open and for a split second I couldn’t remember exactly where I was. I sat up quickly. Grabbing the expensive, high-thread-count sheet to my naked body, I turned and looked around the room. Half of it was bathed in the late-morning sunshine as one of the huge curtains had been pulled away from the balcony doors. I lay back down on my back, feeling a little relieved at remembering where I was. My body hummed with the pleasant feeling that only comes with being thoroughly well fucked. The sun had been beginning to rise when we had finally had our fill of each other, only driven by sheer exhaustion. I had never had a night like that before.

  A sudden burst of panic coursed through my system as I realised I was by myself. I wasn’t even sure how I had made it into bed. John must have taken care of me, but where the hell was he now?

  Sitting up again, I let my eyes run around the large room. His suit jacket was gone as were his cases. The only thing that was still there was a battered, open guitar case. A flickering light out on the balcony caused the shadows in the cabin to move, letting me know exactly where he was. Grabbing the sheet around me I hopped off the bed and walked towards the closed doors, wincing slightly at the soreness between my legs.

  Yep, he certainly knew his way around a woman.

  Very gently I started to slide open the door. As soon as I did I watched as he froze. He was sat on the only chair, his bare back facing me as he looked out towards another beautiful, Mediterranean day. He was leant over what looked like a very old acoustic guitar.

  ‘Good morning, Jasmin.’ He spoke as he exhaled, but he didn’t turn to meet my gaze.

  ‘Oh, hi… I mean morning. Sorry to disturb you,’ I added. I was taking in every muscle on his well-defined back as he faced out to sea. He had one tattoo that I hadn’t noticed before. A compass was placed centrally on his back in between his shoulder blades, I fought with the desire to touch its intricate design with my index finger, but I managed to shake the impulse as I wasn’t sure exactly what we were to each other in the cold light of day.

  Were we allowed to touch, like the lovers we had so obviously been only a few hours before?

  I wasn’t sure so I kept my hands to myself, uncertain of the rules that were now going to be governing this weird situation.

  ‘How long have you been out here?’ I questioned, trying to not let my voice shake with uneasiness.

  ‘About an hour.’ He placed the guitar down next to him, tucking a black plectrum into the strings at the fret board, by weaving it in and out. He leant his large frame slightly forward to place it in the corner of the balcony, between the side wall and the immaculately cleaned balcony glass.

  ‘Don’t stop on my account, I love to listen to a guitar being played.’

  ‘I don’t play for anyone but myself anymore.’

  I changed the subject quickly, feeling the sting from his statement. ‘Don’t you need sleep?’

  ‘Rarely, I don’t generally need more than a couple of hours,’ he replied.

  ‘God, most nights I need at least eight hours… My gran would have said that it’s guilt that keeps you from sleeping… that was her thoughts on…’ I comprehended what I had just accused him of and stopped talking.

  ‘Your gran must have been a very knowledgeable lady.’ He turned around and grabbed hold of me by one of my hands, then he pulled me around and down onto his waiting lap.

  Oh, good, we were still touching.

  ‘She was… I miss her.’ I spoke out loud as I sat down unceremoniously, but I didn’t really expect him to be at all interested.

  ‘You were close to her, weren’t you?’ he gently questioned.

  ‘Yeah… my family are amazing and I love them, but gran and I… she understood me.’
I stopped talking momentarily and thought about what he had just said. ‘How did you know about my gran?’ I moved around on his legs so I could look him in the eye.

  ‘Jasmin, hello… head of security’s lap you’re grinding on. I know a lot about you.’ He smiled that smile again, the one that was seen so rarely it felt like he was bestowing the crown jewels on me. I felt my insides melt just a little more.

  Bet you don’t know everything. At least I hoped not.

  ‘You do, huh? While I know absolutely nothing about you. Do you know… I’m not too sure that I like that.’

  He exhaled gently, leant his forehead on mine and used his bent finger to lift my head a little so my eyes met his.

  ‘You know enough… believe me there’s not much more of any interest. Not to a woman like you.’

  ‘A woman like me? Is that a compliment? Mmmm… So, let me get this right… You’re saying that because I know that you play the guitar, to yourself only. You’re also fantastic at organising anything at the drop of a hat, apart from buying shoes to get married in.’ I watched amused as he lifted one eyebrow, it caused a crease to form above it on his forehead. I wanted to touch the crease but continued talking and started tapping one of my fingers on his well-developed pec, as I did so. ‘In complete control of your job at all times.’ I gave him a quick wink, thinking back to the night we spent together. ‘Well maybe not every split second.’ I shot his stoic face a small smile. ‘Where was I? Oh yes… I know the size of your dick and the fact that you can fuck all night… I know…’ I felt him tense underneath me as I used the words dick and fuck.

  ‘Profanity doesn’t become you, Jasmin,’ he said, breaking my train of thought.

  Feeling braver than I ever thought possible, I placed my hands at the back of his neck, linked my fingers together and forced my bottom further down onto the growing bulge at his crotch, I looked at him again and said. ‘Perhaps, you don’t bloody well know me at all?’

  Finally, the start of a smile teased the corners of his mouth. I was jolted suddenly as his large arms came around me and opening his legs a little he pulled me into a more satisfactory position for both of us, lifting his hips as he did so in a quick circular movement.

  ‘I know all the important things.’ He smiled back.

  ‘Who’s grinding now, Mr. Edwards?’ I shot back at him, seizing the opportunity to move myself, and the cream sheet that was wrapped around me, away from him. I jumped up and quickly lay down on the burgundy cushioned settee, tucking the sheet around myself and making sure the only exposed flesh was my head and shoulders. I ran both of my hands through my hair and grabbed at it, twisting it around itself into a messy bun. I looked up just in time to see him bend forward nearer to where I was and place his elbows on his knees. He put his hands together, each matching finger meeting as he did so. It looked like he was going to start singing a rhyme I knew from childhood, “Here is the church and here is the steeple.” His two index fingers came up to his pursed lips. I was mesmerised watching him tap them up and down as he was obviously deep in thought. It was like watching a metronome. All at once his gaze came back to mine.

  ‘Jasmin, you know all you need to know about me, to enable us to carry off this charade. As far as I see it we dock in Genoa soon and, as long as we have the evidence we need, the men on board will be arrested and removed. Job over…’ I watched as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut momentarily, as if he was shutting out some sort of pain. ‘I’m definitely not the man you need in your life, if that’s what you’re thinking… for a start I’m ten years older than you.’ He shook his head allowing his hands to fall away from his face. ‘I don’t do emotions, you deserve someone who does, I felt that last night. I can assure you, I’m definitely not that man.’

  Blinking quickly and swallowing down my bitter disappointment I ploughed on.

  ‘Honestly, I’m not asking you to marry me. Been there, done that, get my drift? I just thought, as we are going to be cooped up together for a while longer, it would be good to know something more about you, other than the fact you like me to bite down on your nipples when you come.’ I stared into his expressionless face. ‘So, you’re 36, that’s a start. Where do you come from? You use English words and terms, but with an American accent.’ I felt my brow furrow in question and forced down my hurt as I waited for him to answer me. I had known before we slept together that he wanted nothing more than sex, but God help me I knew I had started to fall for him last night. He was like no one else I had ever met before.

  Please answer me. Please think enough of me to allow me in a little, please.

  ‘OK, Jasmin, as you asked so nicely… I was born in the US, my father was a British diplomat and my mother was an extremely young Russian ballet dancer, living in New York at the time.’ I saw a flash of hurt flicker beneath his beautiful long lashes and then it was absorbed back in.

  ‘See that wasn’t too bad, was it? I can only assume that your mum was responsible for your olive-coloured skin?’ I continued with my relentless stream of “getting to know him” questioning, it had often been joked about in our family that I should have become a journalist like Bella, but just because you’re a nosy bitch, it doesn’t mean you can write. I carried on. ‘Do you have any pets? I have a dog called…’

  He got up and moved quickly towards the patio doors, gripping on to the handle so tightly his knuckles began to lose their blood flow and started to go white before my eyes. I could see the strain of his muscles on his back as he tensed up. I stopped talking.

  Bloody hell, Jasmin. Why did you have to take it so far? Why push your luck?

  ‘ENOUGH.’ He slammed an open palm on the glass in front of him, making the glass shudder and causing me to jump and grab at the sheet around me just a little bit tighter. I looked up at his back, every single muscle was pulled taut as he willed himself to calm down. Without turning around, he answered, ‘My mum was a Russian gypsy, so yes, she was responsible for my skin tone and I know you have a dog, she’s called Coco and she’s staying with your neighbour Ivy.’

  With that he opened the glass door and stepped inside. Leaving the door open he called back to me, ‘We need to get ready. We’re meeting the rest of the wedding party for a late brunch. Give me ten minutes in the shower then it’s all yours. There are some extra clothes hanging in the wardrobe for you.’ His voice drifted off like our previous heated exchange had never happened and I heard the door to the bathroom close.

  I removed my eyes from the glass and looked out to sea. It was a beautiful day, I tried so hard to let the sun cheer me up and warm me through. Stupidly though I felt like crying. I had never felt so close to someone one minute to be so unceremoniously pushed away the next. It was my fault; he had already told me he wasn’t looking for anything more. I must have just got carried away with the whole wedding thing.

  I needed to let it go and let it go fast.

  I stood up and walked into the now empty room, in the distance I could hear the water blasting the shower tiles in the bathroom. Pulling myself together and shaking off the hurt he had left me with, I opened the wardrobe doors looking for my new clothes. Immediately I found my eyes drawn to a blush-coloured linen shift dress. I ran my fingers over it just feeling the quality, it was fully lined. It looked like it would come to just above my knees and looked cute but comfortable. I grabbed the hanger down, removed the dress and laid it out on the bed. I tore my gaze away from the dishevelled sheets and refused to allow myself to ponder on what had happened to make them that way.

  Pull yourself together! Right… What the hell was I going to wear under the beautiful dress?

  I pulled open my underwear drawer to find it completely transformed and full of beautiful lacy things. I hurriedly pulled open the other drawers underneath it checking for the actual underwear I had brought away with me. It was horrible stuff, hell most of it wasn’t even decent, but it was mine and came with me from my real life, not the play acting that was taking place. Every drawer was empty. God, he ha
d been busy while I had slept. Anger zipped around my nervous system, but I still couldn’t pull my eyes from the lace, calling to me from the drawer.

  I lifted the first label I came across to check the sizing. It was correct. I had no idea why I had even bothered to check, of course it was going to be correct. I saw a matching blush-coloured set, obviously bought to go with my linen dress, and I removed them from the drawer. I held them up, hooking them on my fingers to look at them, the knickers were lace boy-short style and the balcony bra matched, which meant it was entirely see-through. A sudden noise behind made me ball them up quickly and I placed them underneath the linen dress. I wasn’t showing him my underwear again on or off my body.

  I watched in the mirror as he crossed the floor behind me, naked. He was rubbing at his hair to dry it. Luckily for me the longer strands were all over his face, so I knew he couldn’t see me watching him, taking in his beautiful body. My mouth dried instantly, I licked my lips and swallowed down my lust. He was quite simply stunning, every single part of him. He walked to the wardrobe and let out a sigh. He was stood in front of his suits, all of them were perfectly spaced out and facing the same way. I could tell he wanted to wear one of them but knew that he couldn’t. I could feel his discomfort radiating from him in waves. How strange that he was comfortable being naked in front of me after just shutting me down, but he was uncomfortable not being able to wear a suit like he wanted to.

  Picking up everything I needed to take into the bathroom with me, I shouted out to him as I went.

  ‘The navy chino shorts and the white polo shirt would be casual enough to wear today.’ I gripped hold of the bathroom door frame and looked properly at him. ‘They’re also smart enough not to give you palpitations or bring you out in hives.’ I watched as he flicked his wet hair away from his face and back on top of his head. He looked at me as he took in what I was saying.

  ‘Thank you, Jasmin.’

  ‘Welcome,’ I called back in my best sing-song, “I don’t care” voice.