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Ch10:Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Leah gave him a glance of amusement when she realized he'd eaten the two grilled cheese sandwiches she'd made for him before she ever finished her one.

"What? I worked up a hell of an appetite earlier," Embry defended. He grabbed a piece of pineapple and reclined on his elbow.

They had gone for a swim in the lagoon after they had finally risen from the bed, both of them sweaty, exhausted, and completed sated. After they'd come aboard and dried off, she'd heard Embry's stomach growling loudly. She'd laughed and gone inside to investigate what he had available to make for lunch. She'd loaded a tray with sliced grilled cheese sandwiches, the fruit from their breakfast, and two glasses of iced tea. Instead of eating on one of the decks, they'd opted to spread out towels and dine picnic style directly next to the edge of the boat and the sun dappled lagoon.

She studied Embry from beneath lowered eyelids as he lounged there on the floor and munched on the pineapple. He'd refused to dress after they'd had sex and swam, and reclined there in all his naked male splendor. He'd protested when she'd shrugged into his big T-shirt before she prepared their lunch.

"I'm not making our lunch naked," she'd laughed as she struggled to pull on the shirt while Embry yanked at the hem, trying to pull it off her. She'd attempted to reason with him when he finally let go and leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed under his chest and scowling. "Embry you'll get sick of seeing me naked if you see me that way all the time."

He'd rolled his eyes in disgust and stalked back out on the deck, his attitude clearly stating that her statement was too ridiculous to even warrant a response. Leah had just stood there, staring at the magnificence of his long legs, muscular back, and tight ass. Okay, so Embry was most definitely the exception to the rule about getting sick of seeing someone naked if you saw the sight too often.

She thought the same thing presently as she chewed her grilled cheese watching Embry lolling on the deck. The temperature was a delightful eighty degrees, comfortable in the shade and plenty hot in the sun. While they'd swam in the lagoon earlier, their attention had been caught by a thick bank of storm clouds over the mountains to the east. Leah knew the storm would never reach them—clouds frequently gathered in the high regions and never made their way down to the coast. Just before they'd returned to the boat, Embry had pointed out a rainbow arcing from the storm clouds down to the ocean. She was surprised to see when she came out with their lunch that it remained, although it had faded.

"I remember seeing rainbows all the time when I was a kid," Leah said as she stared at the fleeting arch of light. She hummed the melody to "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" wistfully, her thought far away. When she finally came back to herself, she saw Embry watching her with an expression she couldn't quite identify.

"'Somewhere Over the Rainbow,'" he muttered.

Leah laughed trying to shake off the uneasy feeling of having exposed herself in front of Embry's piercing stare. "I used to sing it when I was a kid. Did your grandmother ever tell you the story about the Rainbow Maiden?"

"Sure, her jealous lover killed her and buried her under a tree just like that one," he said, tilting his chin toward the enormous koa tree on the finger of land that held separate the lagoon from the harbor. "But her true lover resurrected her, and so she plays on the island to this day, casting her rainbows between the sun and the mist."

Leah smiled. "Funny. I'd almost forgotten about the Rainbow Maiden."

He sat up, his eyes still fixed on her face. "Don't see too many rainbows in Los Angeles I can imagine."

"No, and even when a rainbow myth is referred to, it's not to the Rainbow Maiden." She sighed.

"Right. From my mom you get stories like leprechauns and pots of gold at the end of the rainbow."

Leah nodded her head in agreement and took a sip of tea.

"Maybe it's time for you to reclaim some of your heritage," he spoke softly.

Leah glanced at him. His hair brushed his sculpted cheekbones. His face looked shadowed and intent.

"Like the Rainbow Maiden?" she teased, trying to lighten the moment.

He shrugged. "You haven't been back here since you were a kid. I'm sure there are a lot of things you must remember about the island. Surely not all of it was bad, Leah."

"I suppose," she said evenly, avoiding his gaze.

"It's too bad you can't stay for a few more days. There'll be a luau at my Gran's farm Wednesday night to celebrate Clairebear's first birthday."

"Clairebear?" she raised her eyebrow.

He nodded. "She'd my goddaughter. It'd be nice if you could come. The minister will do a small ceremony in the Hawaiian language. You'd like one of my Gran's luaus. She's an amazing cook. Maybe that would remind you of some nice things about Hawaii—close families, good food, a tendency to celebrate life in the moment."

Leah didn't miss his upraised eyebrows or significant look at the latter comment.

"Embry, I do have the ability to celebrate life in the moment. Why do you insist on portraying me as being such a bitch?" she asked in exasperation.

"Tell me one thing you do on a normal basis that would lend credence to your allegation that you aren't… living-in-the-moment-challenged."

She made a scoffing noise. "I do pretty much whatever I want, whenever I want. I travel all over the world. I perform in front of thousands of strangers."

She noticed his doubtful expression and realized he didn't think any of those things counted as celebrating the moment activities.

"I take Tae Kwon Do classes. What?" she asked peevishly when he rolled his eyes.

"Imagine—you doing something that involves strengthening your defenses."

She felt her fury rising and took a long swallow of iced tea. "I do live in Los Angeles you know."

"And I'm glad you know how to defend yourself. That's not the point though. We were talking about being spontaneous, living in the moment. I have an idea that would show you can celebrate what's happening in the now."

She appraised him coolly. "I'll bet you do. What do you want? For me to go shark hunting after we clean up the lunch dishes?"

"I was thinking you could change your plane reservations and not go back to California for a few days… a week… maybe two."

A boat sounded its horn in the harbor in the silence that followed. She searched his face, looking for signs that he was joking. He looked like he had in the photo on the starting blocks: set, focused and determined.

"Embry… I can't" she laughed uneasily when he just continued to pin her with his stare. "You weren't serious were you?"

"What do you think?" he asked wryly before he popped a chunk of mango in his mouth.

"But I thought we agreed that this"—she waved her hand in the space between them—"was just a…"

"Fling? A guilt free fuck fest?" He tried to finish for her.

She inhaled slowly. "Why do you do that?"

"What, Leah? Does it hurt when you hear your personal version of the truth spoken out loud?" he asked quietly.

The line of his jaw was hard when he glanced at the lagoon. He was angry again and trying to calm himself. She blinked in surprise when he stood up abruptly. Her thought fragmented and collapsed like a falling house of cards. It was a bit difficult to keep focus on a tiff while you were staring point blank at Embry's long legs, muscular thighs and jaw dropping package.

She forced herself to look up at his face. "You wanted me to come out to your houseboat for last night and today, and I agreed. I'm not trying to make you mad, Embry. I'm just going by the map we set out for this before we came out here yesterday."

"Yeah, but here's the thing Leah: you don't really use maps when you're being spontaneous and living in the moment, do you? So what if I said one thing last night and changed my mind? Don't you ever do that?"

"Of course I do, but—"

He cut her off with his deep voice. "Then why can't you do it right now? You already told me you don't have anything big going on when you get back. 'The quiet after the storm,' that's what you said."

She gaped up at him, stunned by his challenge.

"You're not just a little curious about this?" he asked softly waving his hand in the air between them just like she had earlier. He sighed after a moment, clearly disgusted with her when he saw her uncertainty. "I'm not asking you to marry me Leah."

She felt her cheeks warming. "I realize that. But it just seems so… extreme for me to change my plans because of…" She trailed off realizing too late that she'd probably insulted him yet again.

"I've never asked a woman who was on vacation here to stay longer. Fuck I haven't even-" he cut himself, his jaw tensing.

She stared at him, even more stunned by his admission than she had been by his request that she stay in Hawaii longer. Her heartbeat began to drum loudly in her ears.

"You don't have to decide right now. We still have the whole afternoon, and you wanted to go snorkeling again, didn't you?" he offered.

She looked out at the tempting lagoon, trying to calm her chaotic thoughts. She'd be crazy to consider staying on this island for longer than was necessary. Hadn't she just been thinking last night that she couldn't leave quickly enough? A wave of heat struck her. She felt the familiar pressure bearing down on her chest, the clammy moisture on her skin. For some reason, it made her think of last night when Embry had coaxed and stroked her and overwhelmed her with his mastery over her body until she'd completely forgotten her childhood fear.

Who knew what else he could coax her into? It intimidated her, realizing how much power he wielded—a man she'd met less than a week ago. Still, she had to admit that if she'd met him in Los Angeles, Paris, or New Orleans, it would have been different. She wished he didn't live in Honolulu… wished he didn't embody the island paradise.

This place was associated with too many bad memories to be any paradise Leah ever imagined.

Leah collapsed in the shallows near the shore and let her snorkel and mask float in the water. They'd spent a good hour swimming over the reef, and he'd once again been the one to suggest they take a break. After they'd had something to drink up at the boat, Leah had asked if they could snorkel again. He wondered how long she would have stayed out there if she wasn't interrupted. Something about observing the marine life seemed to calm her for whatever reason.

He took a moment to appreciate the sight of Leah wearing nothing but her tiny black panties, a clinging, cutoff wet T-shirt, and a smile. When they'd decided to go snorkeling again, she'd removed his huge T-shirt and started to get in the water, but he'd stopped her with a hand on her elbow.

"What's wrong?" she'd asked.

"You'll burn if you stay out in the sun for too long," he had regretfully ripped his gaze from her beautiful breasts and grabbed the shirt she'd removed. He had come out of the boathouse a minute later and handed it back to her.

"You cut off your T-shirt," she'd exclaimed in surprise as she examined the now reduced buxom surf girl.

"It's just a T-shirt. I'd like it if you never wore a stitch of clothing while you're here, but… well, I'll have to get over my selfishness, I guess."

She'd chuckled and put on the T-shirt. He hadn't had much of an opportunity to admire her charms in wet fabric that clung to her like a second skin while they snorkeled, but now he took his time admiring her shapely breasts perfectly outlined in wet fabric.

She noticed him watching her and paused in the action of slicking back her wet hair with her hand. Something else caught her eye however and she pointed toward the narrow channel that separated the lagoon and ocean. "Look!"

His grin was more for Leah's excitement than the dolphin's acrobatic leap into the air.

"I can't believe they were swimming so close to us. And they didn't seem to mind at all when you touched them. What kind of dolphins did you say they were?"

"Spinner. See how they spin in the air when they leap? They're regulars around here. I was a little surprised we didn't see them last night since they're night feeders."

"Do you ever see turtles?"

He shook his head as he sat down next to her. "No, they've never rested here. They always return to the beach where they were born to nest. I know of a good place where you can see them, though. You like sea turtles?"

"My father took me to the big island once. We didn't stay long, but I remember there was a coral beach near the place where we stayed. It was shallow enough that I could swim and see lots of turtles there, and they just swam about, happy as can be, even with all the kids splashing around."

"Were you in Kona?" he asked.

She nodded.

"You can see turtles on almost any beach in Kona. How old were you?" Embry asked fascinated by her wistful smile.

"Oh… maybe eight. It was the first vacation I'd ever really had although I guess it really wasn't much of a vacation. But I remember the turtles."

"I thought you said you left the island when you were four."

Her faraway look disappeared. "I said my mother died when I was four."

"And your grandmother came to get you, right?" Embry prompted, made curious by the return of her somber expression.

She sighed and dragged her snorkel back and forth in the gentle surf. "I actually didn't leave Oahu until I was eleven."

"You mean you lived with your dad for seven years before your grandmother came to get you?"

"Lots of kids live with their dad. Why do you say it like that?" she asked, her tone suddenly hard.

He rolled his eyes in frustration at he return of her defensiveness. "You told me he was an alcoholic Leah. Would it be so awful if I was concerned about a little kid living alone with a parent who had a disease? That must have been rough for you."

She shrugged and stared out at the lagoon. Just seconds ago, her body had been supple and relaxed. Now her spine had gone stiffer than a metal rod.

"Dysfunctional families are the norm in this day and age. Look at yours," she said.

Embry's mouth fell open in disbelief. Damn, she could turn mean on a dime. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Her gaze skittered across his face. Her backbone sagged a little. "I just meant… your mom on one side of the world, your dad on the other… your grandmother being the main one to raise you."

"Personally, I think it was a fantastic way to grow up. Maybe it wasn't the Brady Bunch's idea of a family, but I wouldn't have wanted it any other way."

"I know, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that," she muttered clearly frustrated.

When she started to get up, he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. Her face was tight with anxiety, so he was taken aback when she suddenly lunged forward and started kissing him. She pressed tightly to him, the sensation of her wet T-shirt covered breasts and erect nipples against his chest making his eyes cross for a second. He'd have called her actions desperate, but that would have implied a negative judgment on his part. Desperate or not, the woman's kiss was better than anything he ever tasted—hot, sweet and decadent as hell.

Maybe he should have asked her more questions while her defenses were showing signs of snapping under pressure. But he was just a guy, after all. He put his hands behind him, supporting them both on the beach, and focused solely on the experience of Leah's supple lips, nimble tongue and hungry suck.

She ran her hand over his chest, shoulders, and arms, her movements anxious and eager, as though she thought he was going to get up and walk away and she wanted to make sure she got a good feel of him first. He lifted one hand, rinsing off the sand in the surf, before he touched her jaw.

"Shhh," he whispered next to her seeking lips. "I'm not going anywhere. Slow down."

He groaned in rising arousal when she ignored him and caught his mouth in another blistering kiss. Her caresses became increasingly frantic. She wrapped a hand around the stalk of his dick, lifting him halfway out of the water, and began to jack him with long, sure strokes. Embry broke her ravaging kiss and hissed. She wasn't intimidated by the fact that he deprived her of his mouth however. He just watched for a minute, clenching his teeth, as she pumped him. His dick poked up halfway out of the surging water. She slapped the surface roughly on each of her strong, precise down strokes.

He glanced up into her determined face as she continued to pound him like her hand was some kind of mechanical milking machine. She wanted to see him come and she wanted to see it now.

And she was going to get her way if she kept it up, he conceded.

He grimaced in something close to pain when he stopped her by grabbing her wrist. "I told you to slow down."

She met his eyes, looking furious at being halted. "I don't want to!"

He lowered his face to hers. "I don't care. If you don't decide to stay, this might be my last time with you. I'm not going to waste it while you act out your issues and stage some kind of contest to see how quick you can make me explode."

Her mouth hung open. He resisted an almost overwhelming urge to plunge between her lips and encourage her to keep right on jacking him, maybe push her down to suck on him with that hot, sweet mouth of hers. But what if what he said was true and this was his last time with her?

"You didn't seem to mind quick and dirty too much when you practically attacked me on that ladder earlier," she accused.

"I 'attacked' you because I was horny as hell for you. You're beating my dick right now like you thought it was the only thing that was going to save you from escaping a sinking ship."

"That's ridiculous! I was doing it for the same exact reason you fucked me earlier—because I want you."

"Don't try to change the subject beautiful. Besides, if that were true, you wouldn't have a problem stretching things out a little. Come here," he said, his voice gravelly with restraint. He grasped her shoulders.

"Embry, what—?" But she didn't have the opportunity to finish when he pulled her up out of the water and encouraged her to straddle his hips with her face turned away from him.

"Put your hands on your knees."

She turned and looked at him incredulously.

"Come on, Leah. You can't change the rules this late in the game."

She looked angry at his heavy handedness, but he knew her well enough by now to recognize the flush of arousal on her cheeks and the glaze of desire in her tilted eyes.

"It's just as game," she whispered.

He shrugged. "If you say so." He studied her while he stroked the soft skin of her inner thigh. "What's the matter? Are you afraid of what will happen if you find out it's not just a game? Is that why you're afraid to stay on the island with me any longer?"

"I'm not afraid," she told him through a clenched jaw.

"I think you are."

"You think a lot of things Embry. You certainly think a hell of a lot of yourself, that's for sure."

He laughed. "You're the one who's going to walk away in an hour or two without a backward glance knowing I want you to stay with me."

"And your ego is really going to be taking a hit, isn't it?" Her eyelids narrowed suspiciously. "I sure as hell would like to know what you're up to. I say that I'm going, so you have to prove to yourself that you can make me stay? Why?"

"Oh, I don't know," he mused sarcastically. "Maybe I'm trying to manipulate you until you're warm putty in my hands… brainwash you into becoming my slave."

She choked out a laugh. "You yourself have admitted you want to make me relax… let go… do whatever you ask me."

"But not because I'm trying to control your damn life," he nearly shouted in frustration. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself. "Maybe, I like you Leah…. Like really, really like you—or at least I do on those rare occasions when you're not pushing me away and acting like a nutcase."

He relaxed a little bit when he saw the indecision flicker across her beautiful face.

"Would it really be that hard for you to let go one more time? I want to taste you again," he coaxed quietly.

They both knew he wanted more than that but he could only ask for this at the moment. Her hips shifted restlessly. Her lush lower lip trembled.

"Come on, babe," he prodded, stroking her thigh, inching his fingers toward her tiny panties. "Lean forward and put your hands on my knees. That's right. Bottom in the air. No, brace yourself on your feet; the sand will hurt your knees."

"Embry." She groaned but he was too aroused by the sight of her bottom poised in the air just inches from his face to pay too much heed to her embarrassment.

His dick throbbed pleasantly in the cool water as he lowered her panties. He drew them down over her thighs and left them stretched tight just above her spread knees. His gaze never wavered from the sight of her tanned ass and the flushed, pink petals of her pussy. He caressed her bottom warmly turning his head slightly to catch the scent of her.

"Are you comfortable?" he murmured. He blew softly against her plump labia and felt her shiver.

"Yes," she replied tightly

"Good. You just enjoy the sight of the lagoon and the ocean, and relax while you get your pussy eaten." He grinned.

She scoffed. "Like I'll be able to relax while you do that."

"Well, you're just going to have to try aren't you?" he challenged before he fit his face between her widely spread thighs. He twisted his head slightly, burying his nose and mouth in humid, fragrant woman flesh. When she gasped and wiggled, he swatted her ass casually, stilling her. He nuzzled her slit with his nose and prowled with a stiffened tongue between juicy labia.

He growled in satisfaction.

He really couldn't have said if Leah followed his orders and relaxed or not. He was too busy drowning in her.

The sun reflected off the shimmering waters of the lagoon. Leah closed her eyes in order to shut out the brilliant light. She shifted her hips, unable to stand the precise channel of pleasure that was Embry's tongue. It was easier to escape the blinding sunlight than it was Embry however. He held both her hips firmly, his fingers pressing into the flesh of her buttocks. He pushed back on her ass cheeks, exposing her pussy further.

She keened in pleasure as he vibrated her clit with a strong, waggling tongue.

Her eyelids opened heavily. The lagoon flashed in her eyes like a blue gem as he continued to stimulate her. The position he had insisted she take made her feel completely exposed and vulnerable. But that's how Embry always seemed to want her, Leah realized dazedly, her thoughts muddled by intense lust.

She was spread before him while he sat in the water, her hands on his knees, her feet behind them in the sand, her thighs spread wide. He held her tightly against his ruthless tongue. Every time she writhed at the unbearable torment, he either swatted her bottom in gentle reprimand or strengthened his hold on her. She had no choice but to endure while she burned at the center of a white hot flame.

When his mouth closed over her sizzling clit and he applied a gentle suction, Leah tumbled into orgasm. She was vaguely aware that he stroked her bottom and hip while he continued to suckle her clit. She cried out as pleasure blasted through her flesh. The fact that he soothed her even as he demanded complete surrender moved Leah in unexpected ways.

"Enough," she gasped a few moments later when he continued to tongue her labia, licking off the fruits of labor.

"Not nearly." She heard his low rumble as well as felt it vibrating her hyper sensitive sex. He used his hold on her ass to widen her slit. She groaned when he dipped his tongue into her pussy and stroked her slowly. Her heart began to thump again rapidly, despite the fact that it'd been overworked by Embry Call's lovemaking again and again. She firmed her hold on his knees, realizing it was going to be a long, stormy… delicious ride.

It felt decadent; sensually rich beyond her imagination to be poised over him like that while the sun warmed her skin and muscles, the lagoon winking at her like they shared a secret, while he used his tongue to lazily ladle her juices, soothing and exciting her at once. It didn't take him long to become more demanding, tonguing her deeply and vibrating against her until she chanted his name in a soft plea.

Leah's mouth hung agape. She stared sightlessly at eh dancing blue water minutes later when he inserted two thick fingers into her slit and thrust in and out. His tongue on her clit was once again demanding, delicious and impossible to escape.

She exploded, forgetting everything in that sublime moment, existing solely to feel.

Her body still shuddered from the aftershocks of climax when she felt him grab her waist and pull her down to him. She'd likely be sore later from their frequent, strenuous lovemaking, but right now she only felt the dull ache of sustained arousal despite her climaxes. The cool water that filled his lap felt good against her hot core. She whimpered at the sensation of the wet, hard crown of his cock nudging her slit. She turned her head and watched as he positioned himself.

"Lean forward farther onto my knees."

Leah followed his terse demand quickly when she heard the hard edge in his voice. She'd learned by now what that tone meant. As usual, the evidence of his excitement made her feverish with need. He leaned back on the beach, and they found the right angle for his cock.

A moan tore at her throat as he slowly carved his way into her flesh. She melted around his steely strength, Her nerves fired a symphony of chaotic messages—pleasure, throbbing ache, sublime friction and sizzling heat.

"Okay?" his harsh whisper sounded like he spoke through a tunnel. "Leah." He said louder when she didn't respond. He paused with his thick shaft buried three quarters of the way in her body.

Heat flooded her cheeks. She blinked sweat out of her eyes when she realized he was asking about more than her possible physical discomfort. Her facial muscles clenched in anguish. She realized he referred to the fact that he wasn't using a condom—once again.

Was she out of her mind?

She usually was strict about safe sex practices. The knowledge that she had made an exception not once, but several times with Embry, left her feeling disoriented.

She'd been so right to worry about spending this time with him.

"We can't," she said brokenly.

But neither of them moved, their bodies both drawn as tight as a bowstring with an arrow notched in it. She felt his big hand lightly caressing her hip. His cock throbbed furiously inside her.

"I know that," he admitted tightly. "But I want to Leah. And I usually don't let myself get so stupid."

Her vagina flexed inward with naked need. He cursed and grabbed her hips. She gasped when he fully seated himself inside of her with a hard flex of his hips. She didn't have time to revel in the exquisite sensation of him filling her to the brim before he pulled her off him.

His grunt sounded guttural and a little wild. "Come here. I need to come and I can't wait to get back to the boat."

Leah turned around hastily once again responding to the edge of desire in his deep voice as if a cord had tugged inside her and she had no choice but to draw closer to him, soothe him… grant him relief. He scooted back on the beach several feet, still in a sitting position but with his long legs straightened now. She started to recline next to him, but he pulled her up and kissed her ravenously.

When he eventually released her, sipping her lips thirstily, Leah sensed his mixed regret and excitement. She thought she understood. She wanted to give him some measure of the pleasure he had given her, to grant him relief, but she also wanted this moment to linger… to last.

His fingers at the back of her skull urged her down. She reclined next to his lap and lifted his warm, heavy cock from his thigh.

The next several minutes collapsed into an eternal moment as she took him into her mouth and sucked him deeply and thoroughly while the gentle surf rolled in around them and the sun's rays warmed her skin. She blinked open her eyes open in surprise once, her mouth stuffed full of steaming cock, when a wave surged up around Embry's naked testicles and splashed into her face.

When she glanced up at him, she saw that although his facial muscles were as rigid as the rest of his beautiful body, his lips curved into a small smile. She didn't want to take her eyes off his mouth for a second, overwhelmed once again by the combination of fierceness and gentleness in him. But then his hand rose to the back of her head, careful but insistent, and she was lost once again in the voluptuous fullness of the moment.

She sucked him fast and forcefully. As eager as she was, he still overfilled her. She used her pistoning fist to pleasure the flesh she couldn't reach with her mouth. He groaned, his fingers forming claws in her wet hair. She was every bit as ruthless as Embry had been with her, but he was different on the receiving end of pleasure. He never struggled, always seeming ready and hungry for what she had to give him.

She glanced up at him furtively when she slid her tightly clamped lips up the shaft, swirling, slapping, and lashing her tongue against the fat crown of his cock. He looked transfixed by pleasure, but he seemed strangely content as well, as he sat there in the gentle surf, watching her while her head bounced over his lap.

Leah realized with distant amazement that this was what he meant by living in the moment… giving in to the moment. He didn't know what was happening between them… had already professed his uncertainty. But he seemed so calm, so sublimely confident.

She cupped his full balls and gently massaged them while she took his cock as deep as she could. A boat revved its engine in the distance and the waves lapped gently around their bodies, but all Leah had ears for was his blistering curse.

He flexed his hips as she slid down over him one last time, his cock swelling enormously in her mouth.

"Fuck that feel good babe," he grunted, his words sounding far from profane at that heated moment.

Tears slid down her cheeks as he convulsed in orgasm. For a few seconds she couldn't breathe as his cockhead squeezed into her throat, but then she told herself to calm, breathing through her nose, inhaling his musk combined with the clean, salty scent of the ocean.

Embry's semen and the sea. She wondered if the two might be entwined in her memory forever.

He shouted her name as his body shuddered. Cum shot directly into her throat.

His hand on her head relented when she pushed up. She took him fast and furiously while he climaxed. His hands dropped to the beach, and he lifted his hips, giving himself to her again and again.

Even after he'd slowed and the fierce eruptions of semen became small sweet spills on her tongue, she couldn't make herself stop. She remembered what he had said. If you don't decide to stay, this might be my last time with you.

She kept sucking him even when it was clear he was spent and only his flavor lingered on her tongue. Eventually she became aware of him calling to her.

" 'Aileah," he said his fingers caressing her scalp.

Slowly, regretfully, she slid off his length. She glanced up into his face. His damp hair bracketed his forehead, casting his eyes in shadow. He cradled her jaw with his palm. His thumb rubbed against her lower lip, and she realized he was brushing away a drop of whatever remained of him. She thought of him convulsing in her mouth, remembered how he had overfilled her.

Before she could stop herself, she wrapped her lips around his thumb and sucked him clean. He made a low rough sound in his throat and she released him.

She sat up slowly. Something swept through her at that moment, a feeling of sinking shame at her greediness… her neediness.

It was a feeling she had rather not examine too closely.

She had no idea what Embry saw on her face at that moment, but she frequently reflected on what it must have been in the following days, given what he said next.

"You're not going to stay are you?"

She swallowed thickly and looked out at the sparking lagoon, avoiding his stare.

"I can't. I hope you understand…" Her voice trailed off. Did she really want him to understand? Best not to lie. He didn't need to hear about her insecurities or the stupid childhood anxieties activated by being on this island once again.

She became hyperaware of the sound of the soft surf lapping rhythmically on the beach in the silence that followed. Against her will, her gaze was drawn to him again. His expression was unreadable. She studied his handsome face, trying to cast it in her memory.

She drew up her panties, grabbed her snorkel and launched herself into the lagoon with the memory of his face burned into her mind.

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