Chapter 3
The sky was a clear blue. Cloudless but opaque in its clarity. I drifted along lazily on my back drinking in the refreshing colour of the skies totally in contrast to the heat that was all around us. Heat that was not solely radiating off an overbright sun. I turned to look at the man drifting alongside me. Choosing with deliberate care to ignore his nudity. Keeping my eyes carefully averted from that part of him.
But he was beautiful to behold.
Was it simply my being absconded in the country that made me think so or was it truly so? I couldn't tell.
The sun drifted as lazily across the skies, taking its own sweet time about settling in for the night and deliberately holding away that time of the day in the process. I needed the dark. Something the long days of summer did well at keeping at bay. I was all but naked in a lake with a naked man and yet, seduction was as far away from his drunken mind as the night is from day. Perhaps, it was all this sunny brightness. Perhaps, seduction was better suited to the darkness of night. Had I showed my hand too soon?
Would all of this go to waste?
I closed my eyes against the glare of the skies and emitted a soft resigned sigh. Perhaps I was just not attractive enough. Sure I had filled out my swim suit a little more than when I first gotten it. But that wasn't by much. I was still skinny. And too tall. I took boyishly long loping strides when I walked. And I was clad day in day out mostly in jeans or skins. And when not in that- in shorts. It was hardly a feminine look.
"I am the jolly prince of ale,
Ranting, roaring, pigs swine a goring,
A rutting man in lost in his ale!
I am the jolly prince of ale,
Scanting and scouring, most certainly devouring,
A fuddling man of ale,
Get your tankards full,
Take the barrel in ....."
Nope. Henry Collins Niklaus the third, the Prince of ale was not at all in the state of mine to entice and seduce. His British accents never sounded better and his voice was especially entrancing when singing. As if I needed more reasons to want to get into his pants. Especially, when he was not even wearing any.
Life could be dashedly unfair. To put temptation just so within reach then tease and tantalise me unfeelingly. I groaned out loud, already beyond caring.
The singing stopped. The water lurched to splash over me as Henry rightened his horizontal body. He thread the water drawing near me. I opened my eyes to find a new shade of blue far more alluring than that of the skies above stare down at me with a concerned furrow in their midst. Could the man get any cuter?
This time I bit back my groan.
"Are you alright? Too much sun?"
His concerned questions only elicited more groans I had trouble burying. Perhaps, it was too much sun. Or just too much Henry. Why did I put myself in temptations path? It was obviously he found me as alluring as a driftwood. He was not about to be getting down on this body, not in this lifetime anyhow.
"Yes," I agreed sadly. "Too much sun."
I allowed my legs to fall and then struggled when I found no footing. His hands reached around me to swiftly reel me in. I stared into his darkening eyes. No longer did I feel like the one doing the fishing. Instead one intently blue gaze later and I was the trout bent on doing the fleeing. He was too much for me. Too virile.
But those were my only last thoughts before his head bent and his lips closed hungrily over my own famished for me. I struggled some more to keep up but just as this was my first time I a naked man's arms, so too was it my first real kiss. I found only a brush or two of his lips against mine later, that I was having far more trouble keeping my head out of dangerous waters than my feet uselessly threading the waters deemed me be.
His lips left mine only to return to it again. Again and again. Drinking in greedy sips and then slurping deep thirstily. I was becoming more and more parched with each returning brush of his lips. My hands grappled over his supple wet chest, to slide clumsily over his shoulders and burry my fingers into his water darkened hair.
My legs lifted to wrap about his torso, letting him support us both completely. His hands shifted from around my tiny waist to slip down over my bum making me arch and shift closer against him. His long lean fingers slid beneath the slit of bikini bottom and that was when I tore our lips apart and gasped out loud.
I panted hard staring down at him and he panted back just as hard. Struggling harder still to thread the water and keep his hold on me at the same time. But staring down into his bright blue eyes, I knew the moment was lost for it was not acute hunger that was staring me in the face but guilt.
Henry Collins was not free to return my lustful attentions and that was clear enough in the expressive glint of regret in his blue blue eyes. I released my hold on him and without a word leaned out of his hold to dive back into the water. I took off with a strong under water flip, using my legs to kick away far and fast, feeling more than a little stupid.
Of course a man of Henry Collins calibre would not be free for the taking. Even for a one night stand. He would clearly belong to somebody. I was stupid to not think of that first. Stupid to think, that even tipsy from drink, he could be mine for the taking, Envy rose its ugly head. Jealousy over that girl, I knew nothing of, who had such a strong hold over him. I wondered if she was with him here in Australia. Even now waiting for his return in a luxurious Gold Coast Penthouse suite.
I worked off my steam a little before reluctantly threading the waters back. The sun was starting to oblige in dipping low across the horizon. Just when I no longer wanted a romantic ambiance to plague me, dusk chose to fall all around us. The orange-ish glow of the darkening skies only made it all that much more painful to bear. I rose out of the waters, making for the stack of towels I had laid out, unseeingly... only to walk right into Henry Collin's outstretched arms.
"I am sorry. I should have said something," he murmured regretfully. His arms wrapped tight about my frame, warming me up with the heat of his body and setting my eyes to water-up with yet more regrets. As if, I needed even more reasons to curse the woman who held his heart.
I shrugged with an indifference I was far from feeling and sniffed hard before resolutely pushing past him. I reached down to grab a towel off the ground and without looking back handed it on to him. And then I took the other and scrubbed the tears off my face with it.
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