Free healing-hearts by Yvette Hines Page B

gliding up her back where the bathing suit left her bare. Her body quivered with excitement at electric touch of his hands.
    Her breath became labored as the tip of his tongue traced the edge of her suit from hip to the crease of her thighs. The lips of her core were full and throbbing. Her butt arched into his touch.
    “Spread your thighs.”
    She wanted to object. She was fully aroused and wet. If she parted her legs she knew it would be evident to him. She could feel the moist seat of the suit as it molded against her, clinging to her sex. But neither could she resist.
    “Wider.” It was a command. The deep timbre of his voice commanded obedience.
    She obeyed.
    Her legs parted until they touched the edge of the poolside lounger. She knew he could see how much she wanted this…wanted him. Turned on and swollen.
    He was looking. Staring.
    She could feel his intense gaze on her heated sex, she was seconds away from an orgasm.
    But, he wanted more. His hands pushed at her thighs until her feet fell over the sides to the cement surface, causing the core of her desire to lift in blatant display.
    “Yes.” His voice hissed with passionate approval.
    She wanted to turn over. See his face. Know what desire looked like on him.
    Before she could assuage her curiosity, firm masculine hands grasped her hips and a hot kiss seized her pulsating sex. The first stroke of his tongue against her covered clitoris catapulted her into a body-shuddering climax.
    The knock at Yasmine’s door awakened her. She sat up with a start, her body still shaking as the memories or the erotic dream ebbed away. She had been dreaming about Jason.
    Rubbing her hand briskly over her face, she looked at her clock to make sure she had not overslept. It was twilight outside, her room filled with shadows, so she turned on her bedside lamp.
    As she got up from her bed, she noticed the book was lying on the floor.
    “Thanks a lot.” Yasmine aimed an accusing finger at the book.
    Another knock sounded at the door, reminding her about what awakened her. Better yet, saved her from a fruitless fantasy.
    Yasmine trotted to the door and checked her peephole, then opened it.
    “Hey, Yassi-girl.” Leigh breezed into the room.
    Yasmine stifled a yawn as she closed the door behind her friend. “I thought we were going to meet in an hour—if you’re already hungry give me a few minutes and I’ll get dressed.”
    Guilt etched across Leigh’s face. “Well, I am famished, but I just wanted to see how your day went while I was out.”
    “What’s up?” Yasmine was curious.
    “How was your day?” Leigh went around the room turning on lights and avoiding the question.
    That made Yasmine even more nervous. “Fine, I went swimming.”
    “Good.” Leigh sat down on the couch, picked up a magazine off the table and began flipping through it.
    Sitting down on the other end of the couch, she tucked her feet under her hips. “Spill it.”
    Looking innocent, Leigh asked, “Spill what?”
    “Whatever it is you have to tell me. You know I hate suspense.”
    Placing the magazine on the table, Leigh looked at her. “While I was out shopping for this great blouse with a matching pair of pants that I’m going to look so good in—”
    “So, who is he?” Yasmine redirected her friend.
    Leigh fell silent for a moment. “His name is Devin. I met him on my way back to the hotel; he was lost and asked me for directions. He’s so cute and resembles one of those young guys from that group B2K—hmm. Anyway, we talked for a moment, he’s here for his high school reunion and he asked me to their social gathering tonight, he just couldn’t bear showing up by himself.” Leigh stuck out her lips in a pout.
    Yasmine observed her friend. “You can go if that’s how you want to spend our girls’ weekend retreat.” Then leaned over to the table and picked up the same magazine Leigh had just put down.
    “Fine, I’ll stay.”
    “Leigh, don’t feel guilty on my account. I