Page 92 of Mr. Aster
More than once, his humored eyes would darken when they locked with mine, sending my insides into a crackling spasm as I recalled how he’d made me nearly climb the walls in orgasmic pleasure this morning when he switched up his sex game.
His more dominant sexual side had shifted into a smooth and gentler manner where passion was igniting those dark brown irises of his, making it obvious he was hanging onto each whimper of satisfaction coming out of my mouth with every exhale. It was completely intense in the most passionate of ways. His eyes wouldn’t leave mine, and his lips were concentrated and tender, with their moist caresses all over the bare skin of my body. Those probing and intense brown eyes were the same ones that locked with mine throughout the night, and even though Ishould’ve been sexed out by now, here I was, wet and wanting more.
Everything about this was terrifying to me, and why I had to talk with Nat earlier because the idea that I could possibly become addicted to this man in one way or another, knowing that I could never have him, meant huge trouble for me. But as Nat said, so long as we kept it at physical passion, not taking things to a more emotional place, it shouldn’t be a problem to move on after all was said and done. I’d already torpedoed myself by screwing the guy, something I would kick myself in the ass for later, but knowing I wasn’t in danger of slipping into some horrible depression after a bad break-up made it easy to enjoy things.
He snatched my hand once the group had parted ways, and we walked along the beach back to our villa, “Gorgeous night, eh?”
“Lucky for us, the storm moved in a different direction,” I said. “But I’m sure if the clouds were gone and we could see the stars, it would be even prettier than it is now.”
“Did you spend a lot of evenings staring at the stars when you lived here?” he asked.
“Not really. We occasionally went night surfing, which was probably the only time I was out to admire the stars. I’m not necessarily a huge stargazer,” I chuckled.
“You went night surfing?” he said, gently gripping my hand tighter. “That’s impressive.”
“I’m an impressive person,” I teased. “But yeah, to see the stars out here on a pitch-black night makes you feel closer to God, you know?”
“I guess it would,” he answered. “I suppose a guy like me could use a dose of closeness to God.”
His words were a little too sincere for my liking. I couldn’t allow this conversation to go deep because that would lead to confiding in each other. We weren’t doing that.
“Ah, you’re fine,” I said, downplaying things. “If you ask my mother, she’d tell you that no matter where you are in life, you can find closeness to whatever spirituality you choose. The Universe is always watching out. So is karma, for that matter.”
“I believe that,” he said, and the tone of his voice made me look up at him, trying to gauge his whole new personality. “I’m a firm believer in karma being a bitch, too,” he chuckled, and I relaxed some with his lighthearted humor.
“Oh, look at you,” I said teasingly, “talking about things likekarma. It’s almost as if you had a couple of spiritual yoga sessions with my mother.”
“Well, not that, but I had my morning coffee with her while you were pointedly avoiding me,” he said, stopping and guiding me to turn and face him. “Listen, I want to tell you I am truly sorry if I’ve ever offended you with any?—”
“It’s all good,” I interrupted him, nervous about how this man was talking and moving the conversation in another direction. “Seriously, I’m over it.”
“Well, I’m sorry anyway. Here, sit with me,” and I couldn’t resist to follow his lead.
I wanted to blame drinking with friends for my inability to keep this man moving toward the villa, but my buzz wore off after I pigged out on fish tacos all night, so that was no excuse. Honestly, I liked the way things were organically progressing. I was inclined to enjoy his company now that we were on a better level of friendship and seeing that he was more agreeable drew me into this moment like a moth to a flame.
I could manage this. I had plenty of male friends, and that’s how I intended to treat this man. But I wouldn’t be goingall inwithout maintaining some control.
“What are we doing?” I asked.
“We’re enjoying the beautiful ocean at night,” he said, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me closer.
“As nice as this feels,” I teased, “you and I shouldn’t be acting like a couple, especially when no one is around.”
“Are you scared?” he said playfully.
“No, I’m just not stupid,” I answered, feeling great about keeping things where I wanted them.
“I get it,” he said, pulling back his arm from where he’d drawn me in with a half-hug, “but I have to say, we could definitely be a power couple, you know that?”
“Cute. I can see it all now,” I returned my attention to where the night sky illuminated the white foam waves as they glowed on the shoreline, “the vineyard girl takes the place of Sebastian’s late wife, who came from wealth and power, proving that anyone can snatch an influential man like Sebastian Aster and make him look good.”
“Funny you say that. I never would’ve imagined it months ago, but now,” he glanced at me, “I could see that.”
“Well, it doesn’t take money and a powerful family to make a woman strong,” I said, knowing that to be true.
“You’re right about that. I believed my wife was strong, but now I see she had weak spots, too.”
“How so?”
