Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 32

Bella's P.O.V.

Lucien is kissing me so heatedly that all I can think about is wanting to feel his large hands all over my body. I wrap my legs around his waist and try to grind my center against his...yep, he's feeling this intangible force that keeps pushing us together too.

Despite him telling me otherwise, I feel like this is finally it. I'm not afraid or nervous, nor am I drawing any parallels to my previously horrific experience. Since I know Lucien has expertise in this area, he's the perfect man to indoctrinate me into the world of consensual sex. I ask him if he has a condom, and his eyes glaze over for a second. I can tell he's going to say no by that reaction, and he looks as disappointed as I am. My inner goddess smiles wickedly at me, and then winks knowingly. When he confirms my suspicions, I tell him it's okay, that we can wait a few days, and he tries to make me feel better with a promise of things to come. Then we grab our gear and head out.

Once we reach the swimming hole, we split up to change, the girls turn left and the boys right. I'm suddenly glad I decided to bring my red bikini instead of my speedo one piece...Trish, Harmony, Liz and Scarlet all have bikini's they're putting on too, and the thought of what Lucien is going to look like in just swim trunks sends a rush of anticipation fluttering though my body. I better prepare my friends for the spectacle they are about to behold.

"You guys are not going to believe how good Lucien looks without a shirt on," I tell them conspiratorially. "He's cut from head to toe, but not like a body builder. Everything is lean and in perfect proportion, I seriously think he's been sent from Heaven to taunt us with his perfect body," I finish, giggling when they look at me eagerly.

Liz says, "I always knew he must be spectacular under his clothes by the way they fit him. I am all about ogling eye candy, so if you can get him to flex or something, it would be worth the wait!"

We all laugh and then Scarlet says, "I may be engaged, but I'm not dead, so move over girls. I want to see what all the fuss is about!" She pushes past me, marching toward the boys, and we fall in step behind her, laughing as we head towards the water.

The guys are already there, and I feel a little guilty when I see Lucien in the river rinsing out his towel. I walk over to the rivers edge and say, "If it's not dry when we get out, we can share mine." My inner Goddess performs a few cartwheels when he pauses scrubbing his towel, looks over at me, and stops moving. I giggle and start walking toward him, wading into the cold water. I can hear the quiet gasps of my girlfriends when they finally get an eyeful of what I warned them about, and smile to myself at the thought that I get to touch and examine his unbelievable body. When I get about five feet from him, I can see him swallow, and then he says, his voice straining, "Holy Hell you look divine Bella."

My insides drop at his compliment, and I take a moment to inspect him too. I've seen him without his shirt, but it was in the moonlight and somehow the sun makes everything more acutely obvious. Every muscle, and I mean EVERY single one, is defined, casting interesting shadows down his torso. His eight pack emphasizes his sexy V line, his shoulders are broad, arms chorded with muscles and his thighs are thick and powerful. If he turned around, I know I would be just as enthralled with his back and ass. His square jaw has stubble on it, casting an otherworldly masculine glow about him, and his deep blue eyes take my breath away when he looks at me. There has never been a more beautiful creature than Lucien standing thigh deep in the river, washing his soiled towel out, I'm convinced of it.

I'm startled out of my reverie when I hear him quietly ask to take his towel and hang it up for him. I walk closer and hold my hand out, wondering why he doesn't take it himself. Ahh, I see. His desire is evident, tenting his swim trunks, so he wades farther into the water until he's waist deep. The smile he gives me makes my knees weak, and I turn around to give my heart a moment to stop racing. I walk out of the water to hang his towel up to drip dry in the sun and grab a couple of beers before making my way back to him.