Fated(30)

“Uh-uh, Romeo. No naked mediation,” I whispered, opening my eyes to admire his naked body again. “Put on some clothes and then you can join me. Otherwise we won't be meditating.”

“Explain why this would be a problem, Josephine,” Stefan said, his eyebrow arching in humor.

“Clothes. Go. Now.” I commanded and closed my eyes again.

Stefan muttered under his breath as he stalked away. He was back in less than 30 seconds, loudly clearing his throat to get my attention. I reopened my eyes and he was standing in front of me wearing a pair of tight black boxer briefs. I bit my lip to stop a moan from escaping.

“This is better, yes?”

He was obviously trying to kill me this morning. His choice of 'clothing' really wasn't much better since the snug boxers left little to the imagination.

I could only watch with lustful eyes as he dropped down on the mat to face me and folded his long legs into the half lotus position. His knees were barely touching mine and his eyes slowly closed. He began to inhale and exhale softly, the rhythm of his breathing almost hypnotic. My lids lowered again, instinctively slowing my breath to match his. The energy passing between us was charged and overwhelming in its power.

I'd just started to relax again when I heard Stefan's voice enter my mind, soft and heavily accented. "You are sexy when you meditate. Watching your breasts tighten against your top is making me want to fuck you.”

My eyes flew open in surprise at hearing his mental voice. I swallowed the lump in my throat as an irresistibly devastating smile broke over his face. “Ah, you heard me Josephine. Talk to me. Not with your sexy mouth but with your beautiful mind.”

I felt by brow furrow as I concentrated on opening my mind to him and decided to tease him about his choice of clothing. “You and your fuckhot boxer briefs. Are you trying to kill me today?”

I heard his audible chuckle, then his quiet, lilting voice entered my mind again. “No, Josephine. I only want to fuck your beautiful pussy and feel your hot little mouth on my body.”

The humor and sexiness was even present in his mental voice. Our eyes locked and his blue eyes were piercing as they stared into mine, filled with a mixture of longing and satisfaction. He obviously was trying to kill me with extreme sexiness this morning.

“Your mental voice has a heavy accent. Did you know that?” I shoved the thought to him again. I was starting to sweat, not only with the effort it took to communicate telepathically, but from his mental sexy talk. It was causing ripples of warmth to spread through me, the heat deepening to linger between my legs.

He laughed in earnest, deep and melodic. “Obviously my 'dirty talk' is not working if you are focusing on my accent, Josephine.”

“Oh, it's working. I'm simply trying to concentrate,” I retorted playfully, halfheartedly swatting his leg with my hand. “Now I can hear your sexy voice in my head and with my ears. It's not easy to do, trust me.”

Stefan hesitated, obviously choosing his next words carefully. “I told you this would be an asset if we could learn to talk to each other in this manner. With work, it will be effortless.”

“I know what you said. It's going to take time to get used to hearing someone talk in my head. That's not something that happens every day,” I replied pointedly, raising an eyebrow playfully. “Kind of like running into a vampire on the beach.”

Stretching lazily, I languidly stood up. “I'm getting in the shower. You keep working on finding your center, Romeo.”

Heading quickly into the bathroom, I turned on the taps and adjusted the water temperature. I undressed and quickly stepped under the hot spray, closing the shower door behind me. I was just reaching for the shampoo when I heard the door open behind me.

Stefan moved to step underneath the water beside of me. It was impossible for me to move my eyes away from his naked body as the water streamed over his lean, muscular form. I wasn't a religious person but I could have sworn I heard angels singing as his hand reached for the bar of soap, slowly rubbing it over his long arms and sculpted chest.

I'd never been so envious of a bar of soap until now.

He lathered the soap in his hands and I stood in reverent silence as he ran his soapy hands down his body, stopping to stroke his generous cock with his soapy hands. He looked up at me mischievously, his eyes like black fire. One side of his lip turned up in a crooked smile as I continued to watch him in awed silence.

Jerking back to reality, my hands fumbled with the shampoo bottle. I tried to focus on opening the lid, my shaking fingers betraying my outward display of calm.

“Allow me.” Stefan took the bottle from my fingers, squeezing shampoo in his hand. He motioned for me to turn around and he began gently massaging my scalp with his strong fingers.