Page 8 of Waiting For Psamathe (Jinx Paranormal Dating Agency)

PSAMATHE

The evening air chilled me as I left the sea, and I was glad that the beach hut we'd left our clothing in wasn't very far from here, and that there were towels inside which meant that I'd be able to get warm and dry.

Zale followed behind me, no longer seeming as bothered by the nudity as before. Maybe it was because we'd just shifted and that was a whole different situation than stripping in the beach house.

Or maybe it was that kiss.

I opened the door and stepped inside, heading straight to the bathroom to grab a couple of towels. They weren't the best, but they also weren't scratchy. Though I'd need to remember to tell my staff that they needed replacing and washing now we'd used them.

I wrapped one around myself and reentered the room, holding one out to Zale.

"Thanks," he said, taking it from me and wrapping it around his waist.

"There's another one for your hair," I said, holding out a smaller towel.

He ran it over his hair, leaving it sticking up all over the place and causing a small laugh to break free from me.

"What?" he asked, a lopsided grin on his face.

"You just look cute like that."

"Cute?"

"Your hair, anyway," I said, realising that a lot of the tension had gone from between us with my laughter.

"And the rest of me?"

Without meaning to, I raked my gaze downwards, admiring his lean but muscled chest, and the strong arms attached. "Really hot," I said without meaning to.

He raised an eyebrow. "All the swimming helps."

"Yes." My heart raced as I tried to work out what I was supposed to do next. Or what I wanted to do.

He stepped closer. "Sama..."

"Yes?" I looked up and met his gaze, realising as soon as I did that there wasn't going to be any escaping from it.

"Be with me," he whispered.

"For tonight?"

"For more than tonight," he responded. "I know it's a risk, and I know you don't want your heart broken..."

"Yes." The word echoed around us, the meaning impossible to ignore.

He didn't need telling twice and pulled me to him, crushing his lips against mine and making me regret that I'd already put a towel on.

I let myself go into the kiss, feeling my worries slip away. I was sure they'd be back, but just for tonight, I was going to forget they'd ever existed. And in the morning, I'd start dealing with them properly.

I pulled back, breaking the kiss.

Concern crossed his face. "Is anything wrong?"

"No, not even slightly." I bit my bottom lip. "I was just thinking about the condoms that are behind the mirror in the bathroom."

He raised an eyebrow. "You expect people to have sex in here?"

I shrugged. "I've been around a long time, I'm well aware that people will have sex wherever they want to. I'd rather they did it safely. So I ask my staff to keep the beach huts stocked with condoms along with the other necessities."

"Such as?"

"Suncream, antiseptic, tampons, that kind of thing." I turned around and headed into the bathroom, leaving the door open so he could see what I was doing. I pulled open the cabinet door and took out a small box, holding it up to him.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked even as he took it from me.

I nodded. "Are you?"

"Very much so."

"Good." I undid my towel and let it fall to the floor in a very deliberate move.

His gaze dipped and his eyes glazed over with desire, making me feel as if every nerve in my body was on fire all at once.

I headed over to the lounger and laid back, feeling exposed but in control at the same time. His eyes darkened even more as he stepped closer to me.

"No towels on the lounger, hotel rules," I teased.

Zale chuckled. "Well, I wouldn't want to get into trouble with the hotel's boss now, would I?" His towel fell to the ground with a soft thud, leaving him exposed to me in a way he'd never been before, even in the lagoon.

My mouth went dry as I took him in, feeling a stirring deep within me. This was a huge risk in terms of my heart, but right now, that wasn't getting much of a say.

He set the box of condoms down and came closer.

I sat up, reaching out to pull him to me. His lips caught mine almost immediately, with an intensity that made me feel as if I could combust at any second.

His hand roamed downwards, cupping my breast. He tweaked my nipple with his thumb and I let out an uncontrollable moan into our kiss.

He repeated the motion, causing more noises to fall from my lips. I tugged him closer, but he had other ideas and pulled me into position so my legs were hanging off the edge of the lounger.

I looked up, seeing my own need reflected in his eyes.

He went to his knees, and my breathing hitched as I realised exactly what he planned. He leaned in and brushed his lips against the inside of my thigh.

My breathing came fast and furious as he moved up my legs, each kiss leaving a mark on my skin that was going to be impossible to forget. I leaned back, enjoying the sensations even before he reached my centre, I couldn't imagine how it would feel once he did. The anticipation only added to the sensations growing within me and the pleasure shooting through my body.

The moment his hot breath brushed across my centre, I let out a loud cry. He took it as a good sign and leaned in further, using his tongue to trace patterns around my most sensitive spot without actually touching it. The teasing was more intense than I expected, with every touch sending the pleasure within me coiling tighter and tighter, but until he decided to use direct pressure, there wasn't going to be any way to release it.

It became too much for me, and I was balancing on the precipice of a release without being able to go over the edge. "I can't..." I murmured. "Please."

He seemed to understand my meaning and his tongue found the precise place it needed to in order to push me over the edge.

I cried out, my body shaking and stars forming behind my eyes. But Zale didn't let up. Instead, he continued to use his tongue to wind me up higher, and just as I thought my release was over, another one snuck up and crashed over me, the waves of pleasure making me forget my own name as they coursed through my body.

I collapsed back onto the sun lounger, panting for breath and almost completely spent. But ready for whatever came next.

Zale grinned at me, looking rather pleased with himself. "Are you all right?" he asked.

"Mmm, never better," I responded. "But I think you might have something that needs tending to."

Feeling bold, I reached out to take him in my hand, watching his face as I stroked back and forth.

His eyes closed and he let out a groan. "I'm not going to last if you keep touching me."

"What would you prefer to do?" I asked.

He opened his eyes and looked down at me. "Anything you want, Sama."

I bit my bottom lip, feeling him grow harder in my hand as a response. "Then I think you should get one of the condoms and come join me."

"I think that can be arranged."

I let go of him and moved back onto the sun lounger properly, my whole body tingling with anticipation.

He grabbed the box and pulled out one of the condoms, accidentally dropping the box to the floor. He bent down to pick it up.

"Just leave it, we'll grab it when we're done," I said.

Zale chuckled and sat down on the lounger so that he could put the condom on. I didn't wait for him to move and straddled him, reaching out to steady myself on the wall.

He guided himself to my entrance and I sank down onto him, letting out a gasp as he filled me.

One of his hands slipped to my hips, urging me to move, while he threaded the fingers of the other through my hair, pulling me closer so he could kiss me.

I could barely focus on that for long enough to think, but luckily, Zale seemed to take over and I gave in to his guidance, already feeling another release building within me. I rested my head on his shoulder and cried out even as I fell over the edge.

Zale followed me, but I was barely able to pay attention to that with my whole body buzzing from my third release.

I came down from the high, breathing heavily and leaning on Zale even as he slumped against the wall.

"Wow," he murmured.

I chuckled and kissed him gently. "Wow is right," I murmured against his lips.

"The question is what to do now?"

"We sneak past the party and go up to my room," I murmured. "And maybe get the chef to send up a post-sex snack."

He laughed, the sound vibrating through me. "A post-sex snack?"

"Mmhmm. If we're going to keep doing this, then you should know that I get snacky post-sex."

"I'll keep that in mind and make sure there are plenty of snacks on hand."

I beamed, pleased I hadn't somehow scared him away.

He leaned in and kissed me, the gesture full of promise. And I knew in that moment that I'd made the right decision, and that I was ready to risk my heart because it was going to be worth it.