Mikhail Redfern Arsenault

Chapter 5

Maraiah's POV

What a sight! I thought to myself, mesmerized as I watched Mikhail every move. I was lounging on the divan scattered on the beach while Mikhail went to get drinks.

It was a good thing I was wearing dark shades, it wasn't obvious that I was staring. Mikhail was wearing black trunks, and she was one sexy woman. There wasn't an ounce of excess fat on her body. Her physique was toned, firm but not stiff.

She had a six-pack, and dear, it was truly captivating. Her limbs were long and displayed impressive strength. She was fair-skinned, but that only seemed to enhance her strong appeal.

Mikhail Redfern Arsenault was a certified hunk with a gorgeous face. The epitome of the cliché tall, white, and handsome. In fact, my eyes weren't the only ones focused on her. Many women gave her a second glance, while some couldn't hide their admiration.

Even the female foreign tourists showed their appreciation for her. I took a deep breath before rising from my seat. I removed my sarong and ran into the sea. I was about to take a dip. Maybe the sea would wash away my thoughts about her.

A random thought I'd had since I saw her. And that peculiar feeling every time she was near… Does that mean I'm attracted to her?

"Who wouldn't be attracted? She's gorgeous from head to toe." I justified to myself. I sighed. In that case, I admit I'm attracted to her.

Was it just a simple attraction I felt or something deeper? During the three days we'd been together, I seemed to be instantly comfortable with her, even though she often teased me with her playful eyes.

She had expressive eyes, so I knew when she was serious and when she was flirting. Oh well, the truth is, she's somehow thrilling.

The water was up to my neck when I thought about diving. Saltwater got into my eyes, so I immediately surfaced. To my surprise, I appeared right in front of her, who was messing with my mind.

"Mikhail!" I gasped.

"You're like a mushroom." I forgot the irritated eyes.

"Why are you still surprised by me? Honey, I'll do my very best, so you should too, huh?" She held me by the waist.

I instinctively blocked my palms against her chest. I swallowed. Our wet bodies didn't help me not feel the strangeness, the tension between us, a sexual tension. She'd be a hypocrite if she didn't admit she wanted to feel my breasts.

"Come on, Quin; stop thinking, why don't you act on instinct?" I looked into her eyes. She was inviting me. I didn't know why I nodded. The next thing I knew, my hands were wandering on her hardness, feeling its tautness and enjoying the pleasure. Her fingers lightly nipped my nipples.

But Mikhail said "stop thinking and act on instinct". So close, we were almost chest to chest, and the soft flesh of my chest was crashing against hers.

"Did you know that every action has an equivalent reaction?" I didn't know. But dear, it was one sexy tone. I looked at her curiously.

"Can't you feel what you did to me?" She asked teasingly. I got what she meant when she took my palm and brought it to her full body.

"Mikhail!" I blushed as I pulled back her palm when I felt its presence. That's why I seemed to feel something strange in my body. She laughed. It was good that we were far away from the other couples who were taking a bath. I hit her chest.

"It's you, you're such a-"

"I'm a woman, a woman with hot blood." She said with a smile. I was left with my hands on my seat.