Serenity (Inevitable #5)(47)

       
         
       
        


Early November



Matthew resisted the urge to run his hand along the gentle curve of Sasha's bare hip as she continued to doze lightly. In the month since they'd become lovers, he had yet to stop marveling at the perfection of her lithe, graceful body. He loved the smoothness of her pale gold skin, the concave tautness of her belly, the lean muscles of her arms and legs. She was strong and toned and extremely fit, and she'd come by all of that without ever having lifted a single weight or using any cardio equipment at a gym.

He had watched her go through her yoga practice a few times, having moved several pieces of furniture aside in his seldom used living room so that she would have enough space, and had been in awe at just how flexible and skilled she was. Just the other night, in fact, he'd stared in disbelief as she had executed a series of poses that he would have sworn only a performer from Cirque du Soleil would have been capable of doing - like kicking up smoothly into a handstand, then bending her legs over her head until her toes touched her forehead into a pose she'd called Scorpion. She'd finished the sequence by lowering her feet all the way to the floor into a backbend. And that had been just one of the mind boggling poses she'd twisted, bended, and otherwise contorted her limber, toned body into over the course of an hour or so. It had also been very obvious during her practice that she was a trained dancer, her movements so graceful and in sync with the accompanying music that he had felt he was watching a dance performance of some sort.

Naturally, he'd quickly grown aroused watching her, especially considering how closely her yoga pants and tank top clung to her curves. It didn't matter in the slightest to Matthew that her breasts were on the small side, especially since they were perfectly shaped and very firm. He found them far sexier than the ridiculously large implants that Lindsey strutted around with.

In general, he considered Sasha a much sexier, and far more sensual woman, than his soon to be ex-wife could ever aspire to be. Despite the fact that she didn't wear makeup or paint her nails and was more often than not barefoot, Sasha's sensuality couldn't be denied, and was simply a part of who she was. She was earthy and natural and entirely comfortable in her skin, and he'd never met anyone who turned him on the way she did.

Matthew glanced at the digital bedside clock and sighed. It was Saturday morning, and Sasha would need to be at the yoga studio sooner than later. Fortunately, the class she taught today didn't begin until eleven a.m., a full two hours later than tomorrow's start time, but she also had three massage appointments scheduled this afternoon. Syncing their schedules had been a little frustrating for him, especially on weekends like this one when he didn't have Hayley and Casey. He didn't get to see nearly as much of Sasha as he would have liked, given his own packed schedule at work, but recognized that it would hardly be fair to expect her to cancel client appointments simply to accommodate him. 

And she remained steadfast in her resolve not to accept a penny from him for the massages she gave him on a weekly basis. He felt badly that she was losing potential income from the times she devoted to him, but that didn't seem to bother Sasha. He'd never come right out and asked her how much money she made, or if she had any savings. They hadn't been together nearly long enough for her to confide such things in him, and he already knew how fiercely she cherished her independence and self-reliance.

And she had no idea, none at all, about just how much he was worth. She had asked him about his work and the company, and confessed that she knew practically nothing about computers or electronics in general. She'd seemed a little taken aback to learn that he owned four cars, each one a top of the line luxury model. He had taken her out to dinner several times, though the fact that she was a vegetarian had limited some of his choices in restaurants, further complicated by the fact that she had seemed a bit uncomfortable at a couple of the fancier places he'd chosen.

But Matthew knew instinctively that even if he told her exactly how much money he had, down to the last penny, that her attitude towards him wouldn't change a lick. She would still be the same easygoing, down to earth woman that she always was, the sort who would never ask him for a thing, or expect anything from him. It seemed that all she really wanted was to enjoy the times they spent together, whether that was watching a movie, going for a long walk, or making love.

And the sex had been truly amazing between them, certainly the best he'd ever known. Sasha was a quiet lover, not feeling the need to talk very much during their lovemaking, but she was adept all the same at communicating her feelings - with a caress, a kiss, a low moan of pleasure. He knew without having to ask that he pleased her, and that she enjoyed their encounters every bit as much as he did. And she had made him feel good about himself again, had given his male ego a much needed boost after it had taken a severe beating after Lindsey's complete disregard for his feelings. Matthew felt much more confident about himself as a lover, even after a scant month with Sasha, and found that she'd awakened a passion within himself that he would have never suspected he possessed.