Page 133 of Bewitched By the Sea Monster
Because in the half a second between me finishing the question and him answering it, I’d started to feel mighty stupid. And almost predatory,propositioning him.
What was I thinking?
“But I want you in the water,” Alistair continued.
“Oh.”
“These rocks are n-n-narrow. I don’t want you to fall.”
“I mean.” I gulped. “We don’t actuallyhaveto do anything. I was…”
Wishing out loud.
Letting my ravaged emotions turn me into a horndog.
Alistair barked a pained-sounding laugh. “Iwantto. More than anything. I want tot-t-tasteyou.”
A tinnyeeeeepsqueaked out of me.
He chuckled.
“You can’tsaystuff like that,” I muttered.
“Why?”
And I had no answer for him. Because if I told him I liked it—too much—he’d milk it for all it was worth.
But I think he knew anyway, with the way his delight coursed through me.
“The waters are calm.” Alistair rubbed his nose soothingly against me. “There are rocks you can hold on to. I can p-p-p-pleasure you. Like in your dream. In the water—you’ll be safe, Pippi. I promise.”
Safe.
He never needed to remind me of that. The security was there with him, always, wrapped around me like a cushy blanket. It was the only reason I clambered down the side of the cliffs, holding on to his nose for balance.
But some uncertainty snuck into that security blanket as I neared the bottom, where the water sploshed against the rocks.
I shook. My legs trembling, fingers numb, as I slid my panties down my leg. Not teasing or putting on a strip show, just fighting for composure and balance.
Alistair groaned softly.
I felt like the sexist stripper in the world, with the way Alistair watched me. With the soft noises he made. With the way his breathing deepened.
He rubbed his nose against me once the panties were gone, in a sweet, affectionate pet.
I folded my panties—actually took the time to tuck them into a neat little square—before I placed them on a rock. It was the few seconds I needed to convince myself that I reallydidwant this. That Alistair really wanted it too.
And when guilt started circling my heart, reminding me that I’d only just broken things off with Jackson, I told it to stuff itself.
I decideIdohate Onyx.
For filling my head with words and taking them back.
For leaving me in this moment without a way to…expressmyself.
“Would you want tonothave them be dreams?”
“Make them real?”
