stared at the way the moon, almost too bright to look at, hung over the
ocean; its light creating twin kling stars on the
water.
“You should throw it in the ocean.”
She glanced over to where Adam was now
seating next to her. “What?”
“Your
engagement ring. Throw it in the ocean and let go of the
pain.”
Funny. Only a few minutes ago, the same thought had cro ssed
her mind but she’d dismissed it. No woman in her right mind would throw a ring
worth thousands of dollars into the ocean.
Adam hoisted back to his feet and
extended a hand to her. “Let’s do it. I’ll hold your hand the whole time. And
maybe after I’ll kiss you,” he finished with a smile.
He was teasing, of course. He’d been
doing that since they first met. Slowly, Lily placed her hands in his and came
to her feet. In silence they inched closer to the waves. He leaned into her and
removed the necklace ho lding the ring and slipped it
into her palm.
“I’ll be throwing away thousands of
dollars.” Really, she was trying to talk some sense into herself.
“It will make you feel better.”
She inhaled the fresh salt air, and
without giving it much thought threw the ring as far
as she could. A fleck of water jumped in the dark and swallowed the weight that
had been holding her prisoner. Lily stood, spellbound by the cleansing feeling
that swept through her. The sea shimmered with indomitable power, granting her
joy, f reedom.
She turned to Adam. “Let’s go skinny
dipping.”
Adam’s laughter rang into the night like
the strong currents of the uncontrollable waves of the ocean. “That good, huh?”
“I’m serious.” Lily persisted and
watched as the humor faded from his face.
“We would be
naked,” he said, his tone filled with sexual tension.
She nodded, well aware what skinny
dipping implied. “Scared?”
“Liliana,” he rasped, “I can’t promise
not to touch you.”
Lily smiled. “Then don’t promise.”
With her gaze locked on Adam, she stri pped out of her shorts, threw off her tank top and stood
before him in her thong and bra. His eyes darkened, burning her skin. He
muttered something in Italian; whatever he said, she could tell he was losing
the battle with control. He removed the crisp wh ite
tee, stepped out of his jeans and stood before her in white boxer briefs. Her
breath quickened, fingers aching with the need to touch every one of his hard
muscles.
“You might as well take those off too.” Her eyes lowered to the fitted briefs
that look ed oh so delicious on him. “Once wet, I’ll
be able to see everything.”
He arched a brow. “You’re playing with
fire.”
“I’m aware.” And to prove just how aware
she was, she unsnapped her bra, wiggled out of her matching panties, and stood
completely naked b efore him.
He sucked in a deep breath as his eyes
took in every inch of her.
“Liliana, I need to know you’re sure of
this,” he said, his voice very quiet.
She stared back at him. “I’m sure.”
Absolute silence settled between them.
She watched Adam’s face , and her heart clenched at
the raw desire in his eyes. Without a word, he removed his T-shirt and slipped
out of the boxers and stood gloriously naked in front of her with the most
impressive erection. Now that they had officially crossed the line they ha d been teetering around the last few days, Lily found
herself uncertain of what to do next. So she gawked at the perfection before
her.
“First one in the water gets two
orgasms,” he shouted over his shoulders as he ran toward the ocean, giving her
full vie w of his perfect ass.
She laughed softly. She heard the rush
of the waves and caught Adam’s silhouette floating. What the hell! She owed him
two orgasms. She sprinted toward the ocean, the grainy sand tickling her toes.
The second the water touched her fe et, she felt a
healing coming little by little over her body and soul. She dove in and let the
cool waves embrace her.
“You owe me two orgasms,” Adam