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She lifted up and then dropped down over his shaft, harder each time. He kept his thumb on her clit, massaging gently. She reached behind her and cupped his balls in her hands, lightly tugging until he groaned long and loud.
The faster she moved against him, the faster he strummed her clit. The dual sensations of his cock stroking her inside and his fingers plucking at the sensitive bud outside had her reaching the pinnacle in an enormous burst.
She heard the screams but didn't know if they were hers or another woman on the beach. Dax's fingers dug painfully into her hips as he lifted up and released inside her, his groans loud and guttural. She rocked against him and squeezed her pussy, milking the last drop of come from his straining body.
He pulled her alongside him, both of them drenched in sweat and fighting for breath.
Her heart pounded against his chest in time to his own rapid beat. She smiled thinking about how they lay right where they fell together, in the way of anyone wanting to walk up the path, and more than certainly in prime view of every person on the beach.
She should care that they were so visible, but she didn't. She should care that the man she made love with wasn't even human. But she didn't. Completely satiated and enjoying the afterglow of spectacular lovemaking, she'd do a naked table dance in the middle of the hotel lounge right now and it wouldn't faze her a bit.
Dax's origins could plague her later. Right now she wanted to shut off the logical part of her mind and simply enjoy the moment.
"How about a swim to get the sand, sweat and other stuff off?" Dax murmured, kissing the top of her head.
The tiny gesture warmed her and she nodded. "Yes, definitely."
"Then a long, cool drink, and then I promise you we'll talk."
Talk. As in finding out about him. He stood and she admired his body. So perfect, so lean and muscular. He must be some sort of athlete judging from his build. He held out his hand and pulled her up, taking her into his arms for a blistering kiss. When he pulled away, his ocean blue gaze held hers, his expression dark and unfathomable.
What was he thinking? About her, about them, about what they'd just shared? She'd love to know his thoughts. Hell, at this point, she'd be satisfied knowing anything about the mysterious Dax.
Isabelle pondered what would happen next. What secrets did Dax hold? And how much would he reveal to her?
The biologist in her wanted, needed to know. The woman in her feared the revelation, wondering how it would change things between them.
Chapter Eight
"Okay, talk," Isabelle said, leaning back in her chair at the poolside bar. She crossed her arms, giving her the appearance of a detective interrogating a prisoner.
"Did you enjoy what we did earlier, Isabelle?" Dax knew he was stalling, but couldn't help it. Not only did he want to avoid any and all discussions about who he really was, he also wanted to focus on Isabelle, on her reactions to the wild sex they'd just shared.
It had been hot, that much was certain. Hotter than he'd ever imagined sex between two people could be.
"Yes. I enjoyed it very much. Now start talking."
"You're very beautiful." At least on that subject he wouldn't have to lie. Her face glowed with the aftereffects of her orgasm and her eyes glittered like amber jewels in the afternoon light.
"You're trying to distract me."
"Is it working?"
"Not this time. Now spill."
"I just did," he said, winking at her.
Her lips twitched, curving into a sensual smile that shot straight between his legs.
"I'm serious, Dax," she said, the smile leaving her face. "I need to know about you."
He reached for her hand. "Why?"
"Why? Because I'm a biologist. Because there aren't supposed to be people who can do what you do."
"Does the unknown frighten you?"
She paused, then shook her head. "Actually, no. Just makes me curious. And the things I've seen you do defy human biology."
His first thought was to blurt out that he wasn't human and therefore not tied to the rules of human biology. But he didn't. Wouldn't. Some things she was better off not knowing. Which meant he'd have to dream up a pack of lies about who he was and how he could do what he did. This would require some careful thought.
"Not here," he said, once more stalling for time.
"What do you mean, not here?"
"We're in a public place, Isabelle, and there are other people nearby. While I trust you with what I'm going to tell you, I don't want anyone else to hear."
She turned her head to one side, then the other. Apparently she just now noticed they weren't alone. The poolside bar was filled with people, many of them couples they'd watched during this morning's beach sexfest. She blushed, her skin coloring a crimson gold. "Sorry. I hadn't noticed."
He beamed, for some reason pleased that he had her full attention.
"Then let's go back to my bungalow," she suggested.
They stood and headed for Isabelle's golf cart. Dax stayed silent during the drive, trying to manufacture the lies he was about to spout.
"I need a shower first," she said as soon as they arrived at the bungalows.
Dax nodded. "Me too. I'll be back after I've cleaned some of the sand off."
Among other things. Remnants of Isabelle still clung to him, her sweet and musky scent lingering on his skin. Although loath to wash her off, he went to his bungalow and quickly showered, his body relaxing under the warm spray.
After he dried off and donned a pair of swim shorts, his first thought was to head to the beach and dive down to his sanctuary, altogether avoiding having to invent bogus explanations for his existence. Hiding out seemed like a very attractive option.
Coward. This was his doing in the first place. He'd made himself visible to her, then did a dive without an oxygen tank. Had he thought she wouldn't notice?
Heaving a disgusted sigh, he walked across the sand and rapped on the door to Isabelle's bungalow. She yelled out for him to come in, but when he entered she was nowhere to be found.
"I'm just finishing up with my shower, Dax. I'll be right out."
Intrigued, he walked toward the sound of her voice. He smiled and leaned against the open doorway to her bedroom. Isabelle stepped out of the bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror on her dresser. She was clad only in a towel tucked around her body, her dark hair streaming in long, wet strands down her back.
His cock leaped to life at the vision before him. She still hadn't spotted him. She was focused on her reflection in the mirror, busily brushing out her wet hair. The white towel was a stark contrast to her golden skin, which was still damp from her shower. He longed to kiss the lingering droplets on her shoulders and arms, then move down her body and lick every inch of her until his mouth settled on the sweet spot between her legs.
He dragged a ragged breath out of his lungs, his shaft rigid and pulsing with an ache that seemed a constant presence whenever Isabelle was around.
Finally, she caught sight of him in the mirror and turned. He expected her to yell for him to get out, but she merely smiled. A seductive, sensuous smile that tripped down his nerve endings and exacerbated his already pounding erection.
Now that she faced him, his gaze caught the knot of the towel tucked between her breasts. Without a word he stepped toward her, noting how she placed the brush on the dresser and stood there, waiting for him. Anticipating maybe? He hoped so. Their minds were connected in some way. Perhaps their desires were the same, too.
He stopped an inch or so in front of her, breathing in the fresh scent of peaches, watching her breasts swell above the towel with every deep breath. Her eyes darkened, her pupils dilated rapidly and he knew she felt the same vibrations of desire that swept through his body like a lightning storm.
Would she ask him to leave her bedroom, remind him that they needed to talk? She'd seemed adamant about nothing getting in the way of their discussion.
What coursed through his mind ri
ght now would definitely interrupt their discussion about him.
She stepped into that inch of space he'd left open between them, threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled his mouth down to hers.
Shock electrified his heart as her tongue dipped inside his mouth, sliding against his teeth and curling alongside his tongue. This he hadn't expected. She'd wanted answers to her questions, not more sex. At least that's what he'd thought.
Quit questioning the why of things. Put your arms around her and take what she's offering. He pulled her fully against him, his cock nestling against her mound. Blood roared through his ears like a crashing surf as she yielded to him, her body pliant and inviting. Her whimpers and moans led him to believe she was as eager as he, that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
At this rate they'd never have that conversation he was dreading. It seemed as if they couldn't occupy a room or location together for more than a few minutes without passion erupting between them and taking over completely.
Not that he minded. In fact, he preferred it this way. If they didn't talk about it, they could simply enjoy each other until...until what? Until he got called away and had to leave her? Or even worse, until he told her about himself and she ran, unable to face who and what he was?
