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Ch17:Heaven Meets the Sea

Leah flopped onto her belly and turned her cheek into the pillow but the source of the thing trying to wake her up persisted.

"Lea' me alone; I'm sleepy Embry." She mumbled sleepily as she snuggled her cheek more into the pillow.

"Come on beautiful it's time to get up."

Leah cracked open one eyelid and saw Embry, fully dressed in board shorts and an un-tucked T-shirt staring down at her with a wide mischievous grin on his face.

Leah glanced outside and groaned. "It's still dark out."

"It better be. It would ruin my plans if it wasn't," he said as he resumed doing something to her ribs that was between a scratch and a tickle.

Leah squirmed and leaned up on her elbows, giving him a disbelieving glare. He looked wide awake, relaxed and dead sexy sitting there on the edge of the bed, tickling her and grinning like a lunatic. He had not only awakened her from a sound sleep, he was forcing her to recall the events of yesterday… of last night.

Forcing her to recall everything.

No, she would much rather seek the oblivion of sleep.

She suggested as much when she turned her head to him and dove back into the pillow.

"Uh-uh babe. Not going to happen. I've got a surprise for you." Leah gasped when he rolled her naked body toward him and hauled her out of bed.

"Embry… I'm not in the mood—"

"You'll be in the mood for this. Trust me." He carried her into the spare bedroom and set her feet on the floor.

Leah blinked to clear her rising disorientation while he rifled through her new clothing, withdrawing the top to the ivory colored bikini she had worn yesterday.

"Here," he muttered, handing her the tiny scraps of fabric. "Put this on."

"He's officially insane," she muttered under her breath as she held it loosely in her hand scowling at it. "We're going swimming? In the middle of the night?"

"It's not the middle of the night. It'll be dawn in an hour or so, and if you don't hurry it up, you're going to ruin my surprise for you."

"What surprise?" she gazed back at him.

He gave her an exasperated look.

"Oh right. It's a surprise. I don't get any hints?" she asked.

"I want to show you just how real paradise can be. I'm going to pack a couple things from the fridge. Hurry that ass up." He tapped her ass before flashing her a grin again and leaving her alone.

Leah's expression clearly told him what she thought of riddles at four thirty in the morning, but she did as he had asked, stepping into the bathroom to clean up and put on the bikini and a sundress. When she stepped into the living room, Embry waited for her impatiently by the front door, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

"Come on babe," he urged, herding her out of the door.

"Embry, where are we going?" Leah asked twenty minutes later as Embry soared down Pali Highway.

But he answered in the same way he had the other five times she had asked him. "You'll see."

That was practically all he had said to her since he had hauled her out of bed, Leah realized. She glanced at his handsome profile, but it remained fixed and unmoving as he drove. Leah bristled in the passenger seat.

She sat upright when Embry turned and entered a small town. It was still dark outside, but Leah saw the shadow of mountains behind them. "Kailua?" she asked when she saw the sign.

"Yeah, you ever come here when you were a kid?"

Leah shook her head. She had never been to the small town, but she knew it was on the windward side of the island. "We're going to the beach?"

"Nah, not to Kailua Beach. We're going to the most beautiful beach on Oahu." He clarified.

Ten minutes later and several narrow, winding roads later; Embry parked the car in what looked like a private, upscale neighborhood. Leah peered out the window in rising confusion. Did he plan to sneak onto a private beach?"

"Come on, we're going to miss it," he urged.

"Miss what?" she narrowed her eyes.

"The sunrise," he replied as he ignored her gaze clambering out of the car.

"Embry, are you bound and determined to get us arrested?" Leah hissed at him seconds later.

He didn't answer; instead he led her down a private path between two enormous houses that she suspected were worth tens of millions of dollars. She shivered in the cool air. The impenetrable black of night that occurs just before dawn shrouded her vision. She could only make out where to walk because of dim lanterns that had been placed along the side of the path.

"No one's going to arrest us." He finally answered a short while later. "This is a public beach. It's just a well-kept secret, that's all. Take off your shoes."

Leah slipped out of her flip flops. Embry pulled her after him. She stepped onto sand so soft it was like walking on cool talcum powder. The sound of waves softly hitting the shore reached her ears; the scent of salt and flowers filled her nose. She had no choice but to trust in Embry's sure stride as he led her down the beach, blinded as she was.

After a moment, he stopped and she plowed into him. He chuckled softly as he put his hands on her shoulders. For some reason his touch knocked her off balance instead of steadying her… emotionally speaking, anyway. He dropped one hand, but the other lowered to cradle her waist, and he drew her against him. He hadn't made love to her last night, insisting she rest after the ordeal at Emma's and Kalakaua Avenue. Leah found herself suddenly breathless with excitement as she pressed against his male warmth.

She heard the zipper on his duffel bag, but she remained pressed against his body. After a moment, he released her. She felt him lower to the beach.

"Come here," he instructed gruffly.

She reached out; locating his upraised hand, and knelt on the blanket he had spread on the sand. Neither of them spoke as he situated her in front of him, his long legs bent at her sides. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest. Leah felt completely, utterly encapsulated by the scent, the touch and the heat of Embry Call.

He pushed aside the strap of her sundress and nuzzled her shoulder with his nose and lips.

"How long before sunrise?" she asked breathlessly, highly aware of his nibbling mouth on the sensitive skin at the back of her shoulder.

"Five, maybe ten minutes, more if we're lucky," he said next to skin he had just made damp with his warm mouth.

He tightened his hold around her when she shivered. "Why if we're lucky? I thought you were all fired up to see the sunrise?"

"Right now, I appreciate the darkness," he whispered near her ear, making goose bumps rise along the back of her neck. Her nipples tightened. As if he had known precisely what effect he'd had on her, he began to unbutton the front of her dress. Leah held her breath when he reached inside her flimsy bikini top with both hands and lifted out her breasts. The predawn air was cool, but his hands were warm as he shaped her to his palms, massaging her softly. She felt his cock stiffen against her back.

"See, I couldn't do this, for instance, once sunrise comes. But here in the darkness, I can play with you all I want," he rumbled near her ear before he kissed it.

Leah sighed as he awakened her desire, his stroking hands on her breasts causing hear and excitement to tingle in her pussy. He plucked at her sensitive nipples with his thumb and forefingers, stiffening them even further. He pushed aside her hair and buried his face in her neck, his mouth trailing across her skin. She whimpered when he kissed her ear again, creating suction. Liquid warmth flooded her pussy at the sensation.

"Prettiest tits I've ever seen. Damn shame to ever cover them," he whispered gruffly as he continued to pleasure her tight nipples. She turned toward him in the darkness and their mouths fused.

She tasted his hunger in that long, hot kiss. The intensity of his arousal surprised and pleased her. She wouldn't have guessed it from his fixed expression and silence on the drive here. Now she realized that he had awakened her to see the sunrise, but this was what he had been waiting for… anticipating.

She moaned into his mouth when he lowered one hand and lifted the hem of her dress. He opened his palm along her thigh, stroking her softly. Leah burned for his touch. She shifted her hips restlessly, lost in the power of his kiss and skillful hands.

"Don't be anxious, Onaona." He slipped two long fingers into the top of her bikini briefs and pressed the ridge of his forefinger between her labia. He bit gently at her damp lips as though he wanted to consume her whimpers of pleasure. He began to stimulate her with eye-crossing precision. "I'm not trying to torture you. I just want to feel you shake in my arms, the sooner the better."

Leah leaned her head forward for a second. "Oh, that feels so good."

"I can tell you're all nice and wet for me."

The waves hit the beach softly, but a roar rose in Leah's ears as Embry stroked her. Despite her pounding heartbeat and swamping pleasure, she still heard Embry's hoarse voice praising her as she came in his arms.

She sighed when she felt his lips on her eyelids a moment later. "Open your eyes beautiful."

Leah lifted her heavy eyelids. He had given her a scalding climax that left her feeling deliciously warm and relaxed in its wake. Her body had melted against his torso.

Wisps of gray streaked through the coal black eastern sky. By slow degrees, she made out the shadows of two hulking shapes against the brightening horizon.

"They're the islands on the Mokula, but we just call them the Mokes. One of them is a bird sanctuary."

"What is this place?"

"Lanikai," he answered softly. "It means 'where heaven meets the sea."

Leah watched in growing wonder as gray turned to light pink, and she could better see the black, cone shaped Mokes thrusting out of the dark ocean. The sun turned the sky to striking shades of burnt orange, crimson, and gold. Birds sang, welcoming the new day. By the time the rim of the sun peaked over the horizon the sky was a kaleidoscope of vivid color.

Now she saw that the beach where Embry held her was a striking pale good. The Mokes stood like sentinels in a blue serene lagoon, their stark, volcanic appearance only highlighting the gentle beauty of everything else: the caressing breeze, powder soft sand, and soothing surf.

The sun swelled on the horizon, dazzling her eyes with its fiery splendor.

"It's too perfect to be real," she murmured.

"It's real babe." He nuzzled her cheek and caressed each of her breasts before he pulled her bikini top back into place. "Take off your dress and come on."

Leah heard the gruff quality of his voice. Regret lanced through her when she realized he had brought her so much pleasure—and an exquisite experience—and yet he was still aroused. She stood with him on the blanket and removed her dress. Embry whipped his T-shirt over his head with a fascinating flex of muscle. He shook off the blanket, slung the duffel bag over his shoulder, and took her hand.

She thought they'd swim in the picture perfect lagoon so she was surprised when he led her down the beach. "Where are we going?"

Embry paused a few seconds later in front of a row of kayaks. He approached a sleek red craft and set down his bag. He lifted the kayak over his head like it weighed no more than a tree branch. "I have a friend who lives nearby. He lets me keep a kayak here. Grab a couple of those," he ordered, referring to a rack of assorted double ended paddles. "We're going out to the Mokes. There's something I want you to see."

Carrying two paddles, Leah followed him to the ocean. Once Embry had deposited the kayak in the water, he had her hold on to it while he retrieved his duffel bag.

The sun flamed brilliantly on the horizon, making the lagoon look like an aquamarine gem as they paddled out to the island. The water was so clam and clear it was like the kayak glided across ice. She could see all the way to the bottom of the ocean floor.

"Look," Embry murmured behind her. She squinted to where he pointed and saw a distant island in the ocean.

"Is it Molokai?" Leah asked in a hush tone, recalling her childhood geography on the island.

"Yeah, you can only see it on the clearest of days." Embry told her to steer to the island on her right, which he called Moku Nui.

At one point, as they neared the island, Leah saw a dark shape moving near the surface of the crystalline water. She spun around to look at Embry in excitement.

His slow smile was just as potent to her heightened senses as the Lanikai sunrise had been.

More so.

Embry directed them to the back of the tiny island.

"It's beautiful," Leah exclaimed as they lifted the kayak onto a white beach dotted with large black volcanic rock. The only other likely inhabitants on the island were the Wedge-tailed Shearwater birds—the true locals on the protected seabird sanctuary.

"It's called Shark's Cove." He saw her expression and laughed. "Don't worry. It's a misnomer. I've never seen so much as a tiny shark out here. But there's something else swimming around in this cove."

"I know," Leah said, grinning in response to his small smile. She nodded at his duffel bag. "Did you bring the snorkels?"

"And what would make you think I would bring the snorkels?" he teased.

Leah laughed and grabbed for the bag.

They stood in the warm shallows of the cove to adjust their masks and snorkels. Leah looked up at him in growing excitement to see if he was ready and saw that his mouthpiece still hung around his neck.

He reached behind her and unfastened her swimsuit top. "You won't be needing this. There is no one here but us and the birds."

"And the turtles," Leah added as he untied the strings around her neck and bared her breasts to the balmy breeze.

Embry's teeth flashed white in his face. He balled up her bikini top and threw it up onto the beach. "They won't mind."

She went utterly still when he reached up and caressed her right breast with a feather light touch. He stared at his hand cradling her flesh for a spellbound moment. He looked like he was about to say something but then he nodded toward the cove and they plunged into the warm waters.

It was magical. They snorkeled all over the serene, sunlit cove. Leah saw a myriad of marine life through the crystalline twenty five foot depths, but it was the turtles she followed. Despite her excitement at seeing her childhood favorites, she was constantly aware of Embry swimming beside her, hyperaware of every brush of their water lubricated skin and his light caresses. He touched her everywhere while they swam, but he made it clear that he had bared her breasts for a reason, occasionally gliding his fingers along the sensitive skin at the sides of the mounds or skimming over her sensitized nipples. After almost an hour of swimming in the idyllic, sun dappled cover with him, Leah's entire body hummed pleasantly with sexual arousal.

Most of the turtles saw way below the surface, but once, one large green one ventured up into relatively shallow waters. Embry surprised her by quickly sliding his snorkel off his mask and pushing it into her hand. He shot into the depths with a powerful kick, pushing the water aside with his strong arms. Leah watched him approach the wary turtle—which must have been close to five feet in length. She thought for sure the animal would swim away from him, but it must have recognized a fellow inhabitant of the sea.

She watched, spellbound, as he put one hand on the enormous shell, and the ancient creature obliged him with a short ride.

Leah surfaced when she saw Embry swim up for air. He broke the surface, flipped his nags out of his eyes, and found her with his gaze.

He laughed.

"That was amazing," Leah said as she swam toward him.

"I think I recognize him," Embry said referring to the green turtle. "He's been here before. Give me the snorkels and you take a dive. He's still down there."

Leah opened her mouth to reply when something caught her eye. Her grin widened. "No, he's not."

She removed her snorkel and pushed it along with the other one toward Embry's outstretched hand. The turtle paddled its huge clawed feet not three feet below, looking for all the world as if it patiently waited for her. She flipped just below the surface and stretched out her hand. The area between the thick ridges of the shell felt surprisingly smooth despite its weathered, ancient appearance. The turtle's feet moves, taking her on an exhilarating, surprisingly swift ride.

Embry and Leah walked onto the warm white sand minutes later. He spread out the beach blanket and they sat on it side by side.

"You're still grinning," he said.

"I can't help it. That was wonderful. It was as if he knew exactly what he was doing, like he was fully conscious of us… like he was playing."

"Does that surprise you?"

"Yeah it does. How could something seem ancient and innocent and young at the same time?" She laughed, still under the spell of the enchanted morning. She caught Embry's eye. "Thank you for bringing me here."

"Welcome to our paradise 'Aileah. I love you." He turned toward her, his hand opening over her damp ribcage. "You don't have to say anything. But if I didn't tell you that and you actually left me I would feel like the biggest fool for letting you go without you knowing."

The early morning sunlight magnified the amber flecks in his dark eyes. He was serious. Leah stared up at him, her mouth hanging open as her heart began to pick up speed. She knew deep down inside she loved him in return. When had it happened? She had no idea, nor did she care. She couldn't bring the words to come out of her mouth though. So she figured maybe she would just show him and tell him when she could finally voice the words.

His hand moved on her wet skin. All of the repressed desire she had been feeling all morning flooded to the surface. He kissed her, his lips cool from the ocean water. Inside, his mouth was warm, minty and sweet. Leah shut her eyes and lost herself in him.

He lifted his head a moment late. Leah opened her eyes, dazed by the sight of Embry cast in golden sunlight and shadow.

He cupped a breast. "I've been hard as a rock for the past two hours straight," he mused as he stroked her.

"Well, why don't we do something about that?"

He held her wrist, restraining her, when she reached for the fastening of his board shorts. "I'm like a bomb that's about to explode. I don't want to do anything that I'll regret, like I did the other night."

The silence stretched.

"I'm the one who should be regretful. Not you," she finally murmured.

He studied her intently for several seconds, still shaping her breast to his palm and finessing her nipple, making it difficult for Leah to concentrate. His other hand lowered. He cupped her sex. "Are you sore at all?"

She blinked surprised by his question. It took her a moment to comprehend what he meant. "No, it was two nights ago Embry."

"I fucked you hard enough to make you sore until next week."

Her pussy throbbed against his hand. Leave it to Embry to say something like that and turn her on instead of repulse her. She pressed closer. "I'm fine."

"Right," he said doubtfully. He came down over her, forcing her to lie back on the blanket. He shifted his weight until they were belly to belly, groin to groin, and Leah knew first hand that he hadn't been exaggerating about his state of readiness. She stroked his muscular back, reveling in the weight, his power… the sheer maleness of him.

She exhaled sharply and then gripped his hair desperately when he lowered his mouth to a nipple. Her vagina clamped tightly when she glanced down and saw his cheeks hollow out as he suckled. Pure pleasure lanced through her core like lightening strike, leaving a sharp ache of longing in its wake.

As aware as she was of her own acute desire, it was Embry's need that motivated her first and foremost. She could feel the long, straining pillar of his cock along his right thigh… could sense how much he had been hurting. The fact that she had wanted him to suffer with that ache just two nights ago made her all the more wild to alleviate it now.

She burrowed her hand beneath the low waistline of his board shorts, pausing to sink her fingers into a smooth, muscular ass cheek, before she trailed around to his front. Despite his earlier attempt to restrain her, he lifted his hips, granting her access to him. A low groan of excitement and impatience vibrated into her breast. Leah tugged at the drawstring and tore open the Velcro fastening of his trunks. She shoved them down over his hips and reached for his cock.

He lifted his head and hissed against her damp, distended nipple when she stroked his length. Her excitement mounted when she felt how hard he was in her palm, when her fingertips trached the swollen veins that ran along the stalk.

He hadn't been kidding. He really was about to explode.

"I don't want to make love to you while you're sore. Can I make love to your breasts? They've been driving me crazy," he muttered tightly.

"'Course you can baby," she whispered, more moved by the evidence of his need than she'd known she had the power to be. She regretfully released his erection, flinching in stark arousal when it fell heavily against her swollen, naked labia. She transferred her hands to her breasts pushing the firm flesh up and together.

His gaze shot to her face, and Leah knew he recalled, like she did, the moment when she had played with herself to torture him, held up her breasts and pinched the nipples, taunted him with what he couldn't possess.

"Come here, I'm all yours." She whispered.

His hot eyes lowered to what she offered. She squeezed her breasts lightly and ran her fingertips over the stiff crests. He stood and shucked off his damp shorts. Her pussy tingled and burned at the awesome sight of his bronzed, muscular body lowering over her. She bit her bottom lip and squeezed her thighs tightly together to contain the excitement that throbbed in her pussy. He lifted his heavy erection into his hand and rubbed his thumb over the fleshy cockhead, smearing it with a coating of pre-cum.

"I'm going to last about three strokes," he admitted gruffly as he positioned himself.

"I didn't last much more than that when you touched me on the beach this morning." She said nothing more, just parted her beasts so that he could slide his cock in the valley between them.

He felt hot, heavy and unbearably exciting resting there on her chest. He made a low, growling sound in his throat when she pushed her breasts around him, burying him in her flesh.

"Fuck," he muttered as he thrust. His eyelids clamped closed for a few seconds before he opened them again, his gaze zeroing on her breasts. "You're so amazing babe. I really wish I could be inside you right now."

He plunged his cock between her breasts in mounting excitement.

Leah loved his fixed, glazed expression as he watched himself thrust between her breasts again and again. His penis looked dark and flushed next to her lighter colored breasts. He lasted longer than he predicted, but his arousal was too great and of too extended of a duration to last for long. He put his weight on his hands behind her head and thrust hard enough to make her breasts bounce up again and again as his pelvis smacked against the underside of them.

He thrust one last time and grunted gutturally. He kept his hips flexed, his testicles pressed tightly to her breasts, the cockhead reaching all the way to her neck.

Leah closed her eyes, overwhelmed with a desire so immense it felt tangible. His warm cum spurted on her skin. She lowered her chin in an instinctive gesture, allowing the warm fluid to gush on her jaw. A fat globule landed on her lower lip.

She sought blindly with her mouth, coating her lips, tongue and throat in his taste.

She kept her eyes closed when he sank down next to her and pulled her into his overheated body. She listened to the sound his rough breath blending with the gentle surf hitting the beach. Her fingers delved into his tousled hair while she caressed his perspiration damp skin with her other hand, soothing him. "I love you Embry," she whispered softly.

A full, potent feeling surged in her breast. For a moment, she thought it was panic. She relaxed by slow degrees when her heart continued to beat, slow even and strong with their love.