Chapter 13
I didn’t allow myself to hesitate as I moved through the room to the deck. Calix tilted his head to look up at me, and my breath caught in my throat. This man was the most beautiful I had ever seen. It wasn’t just the external beauty he possessed that knocked inside me, but it was everything. The dark beauty hidden beneath his scars, the gentle touch behind an action of malicious revenge. Calix was beautiful. Completely. But looking down into his face now, seeing the shadows dancing over the lines of his tan skin and hard chest from the candles surrounding the tub, I couldn’t help but think - wow.
“Love,” his lips curled up at the corners and I waited for him to say something else - but he never did.
I shifted on the spot as I tightened my hands around the towel, staring down into the water. When I spoke, my voice was filled with such uncertainty, that I felt my cheeks burn in a blush. “I, I don’t know what to do.”
“Are you naked?” Calix asked calmly. Unlike my voice, his didn’t break. It was confident, firm, and yet it was gentle.
Lifting my eyes to his, I felt my body still. “Yes.”
“Drop your towel.” He ordered softly.
With shaking fingers, I pulled the towel from where I’d wrapped it tight around my body. I didn’t question the fact that we were on the open water, facing the shimmering lights of Athens and I was naked. I knew Calix would never allow me to expose my body if I were being watched. I knew, with him, that I was safe from every external harm.
Standing naked, my weak knees shaking and my hands trembling, I waited for his instruction. Calix didn’t give it to me. Instead, he unfolded himself from where he’d been sitting on the tubs submerged bench to walk across the small pool of warm water. I could see, despite the fact that the water was over his hips, he was naked and erect.
I didn’t allow my eyes to remain on his thick hard length for long. I was too engrossed in watching his hands lift from his sides to grip my waist. His hands guided me into the water, and I found myself standing on the bench, the warm water hitting my knees. He was looking up at me as he pressed his lips to the soft flesh between my breasts. I was nearly certain he could feel my heart beating viciously there, but he didn’t stop, nor did he push for more. He simply tightened his hands on my waist before stepping back, pulling me from the bench I stood on and lowering me to the floor of the tub. The water lapped at the underside of my breasts and I marveled for a moment how deep the tub was.
As Calix moved back, pulling me with him, I felt his swollen desire brush against my stomach and my belly fluttered as my sex clenched in nervous anticipation - but anticipation all the less.
“Would you like a glass of wine?” His voice was so attractive - the husky deep of it made me tingle in the deepest of places.
“Yes please.” I nodded and he guided me to the bench next to where the wine was sitting perched on the edge of the pool. I lowered myself, feeling the water rise to my collarbone. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the lip of the tub.
“Love,” Calix called and my eyes fluttered open to see him handing me a glass of white wine with a strawberry bubbling in the bottom of the glass.
“Thanks.” I took the glass, trying to rid myself the nerves I felt beginning to dance and took a sip.
Calix watched me through those beautiful blue eyes of his as I stared out over the back of the boat. I could hear the gentle waves sloshing against the side of the yacht and there was a stillness to the air that was a quiet kind of lovely. The stars in the black of the night sky were bright and their white light shimmered, the waves catching reflections of light like the prisms of a crystal. From my peripheral vision, I watched Calix lower himself onto the bench beside me. Feeling the need to hide myself from him, I lifted my knees into my chest and placed my wine on my kneecaps.
Calix was having none of that. Not a minute after I’d lifted my knees, I felt his strong fingers curl around my ankle, pulling me across the bench and into his lap.
I gasped, “Calix!” I struggled not to spill my wine into the water and focused on keeping my glass from tipping rather than pulling back from Calix’s stronghold. “What are you doing?” I demanded as I placed my wine on the wood floor of the deck.
“I’m holding my wife.” He replied matter of fact and I felt a heat rise in my body at his words. Mainly, the way he’d called me his wife. Oh, I really liked the way that sounded - so much more than I should.
“But,” I didn’t know what else to say.
Calix grinned at my obvious lack of protest as his hands moved up from my ankles to palm my ass. I was sitting over him, straddling him, on the bench in the hot tub. My legs were spread wide and I knew, that if he pulled me any closer, I would feel him - his length - against my most intimate place. The thought made me shiver and Calix growled low in the back of his throat as he tipped his head back to look into my face.