Page 54 of The Virgin's Dance
He looked at her and she had to hold in a gasp of distress. His usually brilliant green eyes were dulled and he looked like a man broken. “Why? Why would anyone do that?”
Boh shook her head. “I don’t know, baby; I can’t fathom the cruelty. I wish, I so wish, I could take your pain away for you.”
Pilot suddenly leaned into her and she wrapped her arms around him as he laid his head against her chest. “I love you so much, Pilot. Me, Tomi, your Mom and sister … even our little bean inside me. You are so loved.”
“I know, and I’m sorry that this is affecting me so much when I have all the reason in the world to be happy.” He sat up and looked at her. “And I am … I just—”
“—need time to process. Ofcourseyou do.” She stroked his face. “Listen, your mom had a suggestion and I told her I’d talk about with you.”
“Which is?”
“That she keep Tomi for two weeks, like she was planning to anyway, and we go away. Just the two of us, somewhere private, so we can regroup. Heal. Have someustime before the new baby. I think it’s a good idea.”
Pilot was silent for a few moments, and Boh wondered if he felt he was being managed. But then he nodded. “I think that would be good.”
Boh’s body relaxed and she felt as if a weight had been lifted. “Good. I’ll make the arrangements.”
They flew down to the Caribbean the following day, to a secluded private villa on the island of Guadeloupe. They took a cab from the airport and as they traveled, the fresh, warm air of the tropics breezed over them. Pilot drew in a lungful of the air and felt a slight lifting of the pain that had wracked him since Eugenie’s confession.
He’d hardy slept, remembering holding his daughter in his arms, willing her to suddenly open her eyes and live. It had shattered him then, and now he realized, he had never processed what happened.
His arms tightened unconsciously around Boh and she smiled up at him. He knew, without a doubt, that she would be the key to his way through this. He pressed his lips to hers, tasting her sweetness. “I love you,” he whispered, and she grinned.
“Good,” she whispered back, shooting a quick look at the driver, “because I’m going to be doing some very,verydirty things to you when we get to the villa.”
He chuckled. “Glad to hear it.”
The villa was gorgeous. Set on a tiny private beach, it had wall-to-veiling sliding glass windows, which Boh immediately went to and opened, letting the breeze in. Pilot dumped their cases in the large bedroom, a four-poster bed swathed in white mosquito netting. He heard Boh pad into the rom behind him.
She was already naked, her dress in her hand. She grinned as he laughed. “Just thought I’d save some time.”
Pilot slid his hands down her body as she tugged open his shirt. “Have I told you how goddamned beautiful you are today, Mrs. Scamo?”
Boh grinned. “Eighteen months and I still love hearing that name. I’m yours, Pilot, forever and always.”
“Glad to hear it.”
Her hands were at his fly now, and she rubbed the length of his stiffening cock through his pants. “All that for me?”
“Allof it,” he leered playfully and she giggled. Pilot kicked his jeans off and Boh freed his cock from his underwear.
“Want me to suck you, baby?”
Pilot grinned, shaking his head. “No … my turn first.” He swept her onto the bed and kissed her lips, her throat down to her belly. “Open your delicious thighs for me, baby.”
Boh gave a little gasp as his mouth found her sex, his tongue flicking fast around her clit, teasing it, tasting her. “Oh, God, Pilot …Pilot…”
His fingers massaged the soft flesh of her inner thigh as he brought her close to orgasm, his tongue plunging deep into her cunt. Boh’s hand were tangled in his curls, pulling on them slightly as she gave in to the sensations he knew she was feeling. As her back arched and she came, gasping and panting, Pilot moved up her body and plunged his cock deep inside her.
Boh kissed him fiercely. “I love you.I love you,” she gasped, then let out a cry as she came again, tightening her thighs around his hips as he slammed his cock into her again and again, wanting to consume her and give her the ultimate pleasure. He came, murmuring her name, burying his face in her neck as he pumped thick, creamy semen inside her.
Afterward, they lay on the bed, limbs tangled, talking until they fell asleep, tired from the journey.
When Pilot woke, it was early evening and the bed was empty beside him. He tugged on his jeans and went to find Boh. She was in the kitchen, preparing supper, cutting up Asian pears for a fruit salad. Wearing just denim shorts and a white cotton top, her hair loose down her back, she had never looked more beautiful to him.
“The tropics suit you, baby.”
“Hello, gorgeous man. Hungry? There’s a grill outside and I went to the little store to get some fresh tuna steaks.”
