Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 33

Lucien's P.O.V.

Holy shit, Bella is wearing a skimpy red bikini that accentuates all her natural curves. I knew she was beautiful under all her baggy clothes, and her suit compliments her skin tone perfectly. Red is suddenly my new favorite color...I had always been partial to black, but not anymore. I feel myself harden at the vision standing in front of me, and I'm gonna need help with my towel because I'm not getting out of the water any time soon. In fact, I'm going to have to take care of this...situation...before everyone knows what's traipsing through my mind. I wade deeper, hoping the cold water will help soothe my aching desire, but there is not a chance in Hell it's going to work. At this point, I don't know what is going to calm the insistent need I have for her to touch me...everywhere. I'm in trouble and I know it.

Bella returns with two beers and glides toward me, holding one out for me to take. I nod my thanks and take a deep drag from the can, hoping a little time will help alleviate the unrelenting strain in my swim trunks. Nope, not helping. Her proximity is intoxicating, more so than any alcohol or drug I've ever taken, and the way she's looking at me makes me start to believe I'm never going to be able to get out of this water. Her lips quirk because she knows exactly what she's doing to me, her feminine instincts are screaming at her like a feral cat. It's something that always irritated me about women - the idea implanted in them since birth that they can control men with their bodies, but somehow Bella makes me want to embrace that notion and relinquish everything I am to her. She wades closer, sipping from her beer and reaches out to trace the outline of my bicep with her index finger. I'm positive she can hear the staccato rhythm of my heart, so I try to tease her a little, let her know how I'm feeling. "It's going to be very HARD," I emphasize the word, "to keep my hands off you until I can get to the pharmacy," I murmur in her ear, captivated by the goose bumps that erupt over her skin. She giggles softly, causing an overpowering surge of testosterone to swarm into my blood. I have an indescribable need to nurture and protect her, to lay the universe at her feet if she'll let me. This is a feeling I have never encountered with any woman before, and I take a moment to relish the pleasure it brings me. "What you do to me," I murmur, reaching for her so I can give her a sultry kiss.

"Get a room you two!" I hear over my shoulder. Bella smiles against my mouth and I groan in frustration, pulling her flush against me.

"Mmm, I could kiss you for days on end," I whisper, nibbling the shell of her ear. I feel her shiver against me, so I continue kissing her neck, reveling in her responses to my touch. When she moans softly, I rub my aching heat against her. "Please don't make those sounds...I only have so much control here," I whisper as trace her jaw with my lips. She looks at me with her fathomless eyes that have moss and emerald green, brown, gold and yellow dispersed throughout her irises, and reaches for me with her free hand. When I feel her encompass my erection through my swim trunks, I have to grit my teeth so our friends don't figure out what we're doing.

"Do you want to help me?" I ask quietly, praying she says yes, but hoping she says no. How am I going to control myself around her if she continues touching me? When she shyly nods her head, I have to close my eyes to try and gain a little composure. "Come here," I tell her, holding out my hand.

I wade farther into the water with Bella clinging to my arm. I find a divergent part of the river where a small landmass has separated the rushing water from the quietly moving current we are now standing in. This is a nice spot, the water here is warmer and deep enough to swim in, but shallow enough to stand in. Plus, we are now out of sight of our friends.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask, looking at a now nervous Bella. I can see her gather her courage, but the last thing I want to do is frighten her. "You don't have to do anything, you can just watch," I tell her, waggling my eyebrows which makes her giggle, "or give me a few minutes alone." She finishes her beer in three swallows, tosses the can toward the river bank and wades slowly toward me with a feral grin on her face.