RC.

Ch7 .......... K

R:"Don't move."

He steps out of the car and walks around to open the passenger door. Ryan and his usual class.

As I step out, a soft breeze, caresses my face and I take a deep breath.

Ryan puts both hands on my waist as he lays a delicate kiss on my lips.

The intensity of his gaze and what it provokes in me is enough to make my cheeks pink.

His lips stretch slightly, like every time he realises the effect he has on me.

He then goes to the small trunk from which he pulls out towels and a brown paper bag, tightly closed.

He presses a hand against my lower back, inviting me to start walking on the sand.

As his arm slides a long mine and his hand comes to take mine, it's like soda popping in my veins.

Is it love?

He halts and spreads the towels out on the hot sand. He pulls his sleeves up a little, and sits cross-legged, letting out a sigh of satisfaction.

I watch him as he sits. The great Ryan Carter is showing me a different facet of his persionality, quite far from the ruthless businessman.

Even if I put all the will of the world into restraining my feelings, I'm sensitive to him.

I smile at him letting myself drop down onto the towel next to him.

T:"Aaaah ... How lovely it is here."

Lying on my back, I look up at the clear blue sky, hands folded across my belly.

He leans over on his elbow, turning his body towards me. I pull my knees up a little letting my head drop to the side, admiring him. He's sieving the sand through his fingers.

It's so touching ...

(What's going on in that beautiful head of yours, Mr. Carter?)

He's so sexy ...

(His fingers so agile...)

He remains silent ,his eyes fixed on the grains of sand slipping through his fingers. I have all the time in the world to stare at him and appreciate what I see.

His shirt slightly open, gives me a glimpse of his sculpted pecs. A slight breeze blows through his hair and a few locks fall out of place.

He's even more beautiful like this. So beautiful that I wonder what he's doing with me

I'm neither one of those very fit surfer girls, to whom he's not paying any attention, nor one of the supermodels whom he usually dates.

T:"Ryan ... Why?"

His eyes are almost translucent as they set on me.

R:"Why what?"

I sigh, looking for a moment beyond our towels.

T:"Why me? When with a snap of your fingers you can have any woman you want."

He comes closer to me and his fingers snake through my hair. I close my eyes for a second, soaking up the tenderness of his gesture.

R:"First, you're a beautiful woman, look at yourself, your curves are taunting, demanding to be explored, caressed, possessed."

(He's really turning me on ...)

I try to control the warm tingle of desire that is spreading in my gut.

R:"And secondly ... I don't like things when they're easy, darling."