She put down her glass and walked to the doorway of the large sunroom off the kitchen. The moon shining in the window cast enough light that she could see him stretched out on the couch. Her heart ached at the sight of him.
Quietly, she stepped into the room. She sat on the armchair kitty-corner to the couch and gazed at his strong, handsome face glazed in moonlight.
* * *
Brent felt her presence. Somehow, he knew Crystal was in the room with him. He opened his eyes and glanced around. She sat on the chair near the couch, only a couple of feet from him.
“Crystal?”
Her wide eyes glimmered in the moonlight. “Brent, I…” Her words choked off and she sucked in a deep breath.
“What is it, sweetheart?” he encouraged.
“I thought you’d left me for good. I thought…” She sucked in a breath again. “I thought you … didn’t love me anymore.”
Her words wrenched his gut. He sat up and took her hand. “Oh, God, sweetheart, no. That would never happen.” He gazed at her, his eyes glittering in the moonlight. “Remember what I said the night I proposed?”
They had taken a winery tour in the Napa Valley and stayed at a quaint little bed-and-breakfast Crystal had heard great things about from a friend.
Crystal’s lips turned up in a tenuous smile and she nodded. “You said you’d do anything for me—to show how much you loved me. And you hoped to show me that as time went on.” She gazed down at her hand, then her smile faded. “Then you asked me to marry you.”
He drew her hand to his mouth. The feel of her soft palm against his lips sent heat thrumming through his body. He pushed himself from the couch and knelt in front of her.
“I love you so much.” He stared at her, willing her to believe him. “I will love you forever.” He cupped her cheeks, then drew her closer and captured her lips. “I’ll never walk out on you again.”
She hesitated at first, then her arms wrapped around him and she returned the kiss, gliding her tongue into his mouth and undulating against his. His groin tightened and he pulled her tighter against him, her breasts crushed against his chest, her nipples thrusting into him as they hardened into pebbles.
Oh, God, he wanted her. To feel the warmth of her body wrapped around him again. To see love shining in her eyes. For him.
He wanted to feel what it was like to make love to her again. Wanted to experience making love in their luxury resort villa, as they’d dreamed of for so many happy months while planning their wedding. Starting their new life together.
Their lips parted and he gazed at her.
“Oh, God, Crystal. I’ve missed you. I thought I’d lost you.”
Eight
The pain in Brent’s warm brown eyes reached deep into Crystal’s soul. She surged forward, kissing him with abandon.
“Brent, I love you, too.”
Her body ached for him. These past couple of days with Evan had been wonderful, but … She wanted everything to be as it was. To feel this man, whom she loved so dearly, making love to her again.
Confusing, tumultuous emotions swirled through her, but she grabbed Brent’s hand and stood up, then tugged him across the room with her.
* * *
Brent wasn’t sure exactly what was going on in Crystal’s head, but he wasn’t going to let this opportunity get away from him. He wanted her to tell him that everything was back to the way it used to be and that she’d still marry him, but the confusion of emotions swirling across her face told him that wasn’t going to happen tonight.
But she did want him. So he would follow her wherever she wanted to go. Once she made love with him again, maybe she would remember how much she loved him … and forgive him.
She slid open the patio door and walked across the grass. Her nightgown slipped from her body and wisped to the ground. Wearing only skimpy panties, she continued toward the pool. She stood on the side and dove into the water. A moment later, she surfaced and clung to the side of the pool with one hand. She curled in the water, and a second later she lifted her dripping panties from the water and tossed them onto the stone deck, then she smiled at him.
Oh, God, he wanted her. His heart ached for her. His body ached for her.
Still wearing his pajama pants, he dove into the water and swam toward her. He grabbed the side of the pool and flicked his head to toss his wet hair from his face. She gazed at him as he faced her, a sweet smile on her lips.
Her fingers entwined in his hair and she drew his face to hers, then pressed her lips to his. He dragged the tip of his tongue across her lips and glided into her mouth. She sucked, pulling his tongue deeper. Heat filled his groin. Her hands stroked down his sides, then around behind him to stroke his buttocks. He clenched, loving the feel of her delicate hands cupping him. Then her fingers curled under his pajama pants and glided over his naked skin as her thumbs pushed his pants downward. She squeezed his butt, then nipped his lips and glided down farther, pushing his pants down more.
He kicked them away as he stroked her hair with one hand. Her warm hands wrapped around his growing cock, then she grinned at him and disappeared under the water, descending his body as if climbing down a tree, then she hooked her legs around his calves to anchor herself. A second later, he felt her warm lips caress the tip of his hard cock, then she opened and took him into the warmth of her mouth.
He stroked her hair, almost gasping at the tender, erotic treatment of her mouth. She dragged her tongue over the tip of him, then squeezed him inside her mouth. When she began to suck, he did gasp.
Then her mouth slipped away and she surged to the surface to suck in air.
She grinned. “Maybe you should sit on the side for me, so I don’t drown.”
He chuckled and kissed her. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
He grabbed the side of the pool and hiked himself up, then sat in the corner. His erection bobbed up and down. He could hardly wait for her to touch him again.
She propped her elbows on his thighs and wrapped her hands around him. She stroked, then grinned and swallowed his cockhead. She squeezed and sucked a few times, then released him and licked down his shaft. She lowered into the water and turned her head. From her position beneath him, she licked his balls. A moment later, she drew one of the soft, shaven sacs into her mouth. He groaned as she sucked on him gently, her hand lightly massaging the other sac.
“Oh, God, Crystal. I love that.”
She released him from her mouth. “I know.”
She shifted and pushed herself upward again, then nibbled his shaft with her lips, traveling to the tip again. She swallowed him inside, then glided up and down.
He couldn’t believe he was here like this with Crystal again. After the despair of believing he’d lost her forever, this was sheer heaven. She touched him with such loving tenderness. Such concern for his pleasure.
She dove down deep, sending heat flooding through him. His balls tightened, and he knew he couldn’t last.
“Honey, I’m going to…” He slid his hand along the crown of her head as she moved. “Oh, damn, that’s…”
He sucked in air as she gazed up at him, nodding, his cock protruding from her mouth as she glided away. Then she surged forward again. He clutched her head and twitched forward, succumbing to the sensational heat of her mouth around him, squeezing him. He exploded, filling her mouth, the heat of his semen surrounding his cock. Then she swallowed and drew away.
“Sweetheart, that was mind-blowing.” He leaned down and kissed the top of her head.
She grinned. “Well, I certainly was blowing.”
She offered her hand, and he took it and pulled her from the water. He stood up and drew her to the grass, then sat down. She pressed him onto his back and prowled over him, then sat on his stomach as if holding him captive. He laughed and tugged her to his body, claiming her mouth. Then he rolled her over, trapping her between his hands.
“Now I think it’s your turn.”
“You think?” Her blue eyes glittered in the light of the full moon.
He chuckled again, then nuzzled the base of her neck and watched the goose bumps trail along her skin.
He kissed along her shoulder, then down her chest. When he reached her lovely breast, he kissed up the mound of softness, then licked the hard nub at the summit. She wrapped her hands around his upper arms and pulled him closer. He obeyed and drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked. Her sweet moan echoed through him. He licked, then sucked again.
She arched her pelvis upward. He kissed to her other nipple while his hand stroked down her rib cage to her stomach. She arched again, and he slid to the soft folds between her thighs. His fingers found the slick opening and he glided inside her.
“God, you’re wet.”
“Well, I was”—she sucked in air as he pushed in deeper and stroked her tight passage—“in the pool.”
“Yeah.” He nipped her nub again. “I don’t think that’s the reason.” He grinned at her. “But maybe I should take a closer look.”
He kissed down her torso and stopped at her navel.
“Have I ever told you how adorable this is?” He pushed his tongue into the cute little indentation.
“Yes, many times.”
He could hear the smile in her voice. He kissed downward, loving the feel of her skin beneath his lips. God, it was as if she were made of warm, soft silk. When he reached her clean-shaven pussy, he paused, staring in awe. His fingers were still inside her, enclosed in the moist warmth of her, but it thrilled him to be this close to her lovely pink folds. He drew his fingers from inside her and pressed her thighs apart. To see her glistening opening up close. To be able to reach forward, as he did now, and run his tongue along her.
His heart soared. Soon he would hear the delightful soft sounds she made as he brought her to bliss. He would taste her honey sweetness as she erupted in orgasm.
He parted her folds with his thumbs and gazed at her slickness.
She shifted a little. “Hey, what are you doing down there?”
“I’m admiring you.”
“That’s not my best angle.”
“Are you kidding?” He chuckled. “Anyway, is there somewhere you’d rather I be looking right now?”
“Well … no.”
“Good.”
At that, he stroked his finger along her opening, then licked again. She sighed. He glided his thumbs forward and opened to peer at the little button swelling inside the petals of moist flesh. He ran his fingertip over it, and she gasped.
* * *
Crystal threw back her head as she sucked in air. Brent’s finger stroked her sensitive nub, then his tongue flicked against it. She murmured deep in her throat. Then he sucked. She forked her fingers through his hair and clung to him. He flicked her clit again and drew his head back, peering at her in the moonlight. She arched upward.
It had been wonderful touching him again, especially after believing she’d lost him forever. Feeling his hard cock in her hands and mouth … knowing she turned him on so thoroughly … sent her over the moon.
Now, with him touching her, his tongue driving her wild … she was in heaven.
His fingers glided inside her slick passage as his lips nibbled her tender flesh. He licked, then sucked again. Heat swelled through her and pleasure skittered along her nerve endings.
“Oh, God, sweetheart, you taste so good.”
His fingers stroked faster and she arched again, then heat blasted through her. He sucked on her clit and she moaned as her whole body seemed to vibrate with intense energy. She gasped as blissful waves shuddered through her. She sucked in air and moaned again, clutching his head to her as an intense orgasm flung her to paradise.
Brent flopped down beside her. He took her hand and they lay there, staring up at the starry sky.
* * *
Evan watched out the window at Crystal lying flat on the grass, totally naked, Brent stretched out beside her. His heart ached. He hadn’t meant to watch. Didn’t want to see what he’d seen. But he’d been mesmerized. Hypnotized watching the woman he loved being drawn back to the man she should be with.
Guilt sidled through him at the thought that he never should have told her how he felt about her. Not only had it betrayed his best friend, Brent, but it had put Crystal in turmoil and caused the resulting pain of Brent leaving her at the altar. That wouldn’t have happened if Brent hadn’t seen Crystal kissing Evan.
If Evan hadn’t told Crystal about his love, she wouldn’t have suffered the pain of the last couple of days. She would be married to Brent now and they would be enjoying their honeymoon.
As he watched the two lovers stretched out on the grass under the stars, he realized that the universe had put everything right again. Brent had arrived to win back Crystal, and it appeared he had succeeded.
Evan’s heart ached. But when he’d told Crystal how he felt, she’d kissed him with passion and … love. He was sure Crystal had feelings for him. He could tell by the way she looked at him. The tenderness in her eyes. The loving way she’d touched him. The passionate way she’d made love with him.
It wasn’t his imagination. She had feelings for him. Sure Brent had found her first, but that didn’t mean she might not love Evan more.
Except that there they were. Two lovers enjoying the delightful afterglow of their lovemaking.
He’d heard the splash earlier and had gazed out his window to see Brent surfacing from a dive, then swim to Crystal. He’d watched, his heart sinking, unable to look away as they’d given each other pleasure.
They hadn’t actually made love yet, with a full-out joining of their bodies. He was tempted to fly out there, to seduce her away or offer to get involved. Anything to stop Brent from claiming her again. But he knew that didn’t make any sense. It was just the urge of a desperate man.
He wanted Crystal to be his so bad, he couldn’t just stand here and watch Brent steal her back. But … he really didn’t have any choice.
* * *
As Crystal gazed at the stars, warmth still flowing through her body, Brent pushed himself up on an elbow. The moonlight glazed his handsome features as he leaned toward her and captured her lips. His tongue swirled into her mouth and she opened to him, pressing her tongue tight to his and undulating. She felt herself swept up in his arms and he carried her toward the house and inside, then down the hall.