Chapter Four: Ellie

Chapter Four: Ellie

“A dance. This is a good song.” I can’t argue, and it did give me an excuse to get close to feel his hard body......

I know we agreed on no touching, but just a little couldn’t hurt. Fuel for the imagination.

When DJ's hand settles on my waist, it feels like little waves of lighting going through my skin. I feel the warmth of him reaching to heat my chilled body.

There’s enough space for another person between us, but this is still as close as I’ve been to a man in…..

My pull or follow to his rhythm is making him a little bolder. Each step bringing me a little closer. Mints were after all included with our final ticket, and I’m instantly regretting that no part of me could deny the comfort of being held.

The complement of being looked at. The ache inside me is something a stranger could never understand, and is somehow rubbing away like the water on the sand.

The bitch side of my inner dialogue, when it’s as clear that he wants to kiss me as I do him, is remarkably silent.

It’s not just his hands, not just his body or eyes. It’s the combination of patience, power and desire, flowing over me like a lifetime of tenderness I’d forgotten existed after so long of being starved from human contact.

It truly is pathetic, and the song fading out gives me the excuse to pull away.

“Well played D,” I huff out, stepping back to look at the water rather than him.

His hot hands still keep contact with my skin, “you wanna take a walk with me?” Heat, hunger, all the things as foreign to me as the simplest brush he’s running down my arm to leave a trail of goose flesh in its wake.

It’s so easy, too easy for those nimble fingers to pull me back to him, feeling the power and attraction picking up my heart and nerve endings. He feels like live wire to one half and a magnet to the other….

I know what this place is. I know that half the reason I came was to get over it, and here this guy was looking at me with equal heat to the way I’m looking at him.

Like maybe, he knows or understands….

Lost in those inner inquiries again, I miss his hand cupping my neck, how close our mouths are getting……. If I start, could I stop?

It was obvious we both felt relief in each other. Bad move, my head says, but the other parts of me whisper come on. A bumbling drunkard grabbing my ass pulls my brain back to the forefront.

“Hands off,” I hiss, reigning the dumber parts of myself in.

“Oh come on, baby, we’ll have a great time.” The moron who broke through the moment slurrs from his now sitting position in the sand.

“I’ll have much more fun on my own, guaranteed.” I gripe stiffly before turning to DJ.

“Thank you for the lovely evening,” I dismiss myself with the intruder icing down my body and heart. The whimsical part of me felt the connection, knew there was something there.

A moment before I curse myself.

When was the last time my gut was right about anything? I hear him call after me, but just keep moving.

DJ doesn’t chase me or follow me, thank goodness, and I get back to my suite with just enough energy to strip shower and go to bed.

Crying myself to sleep is a more seventy thirty anymore, but still common enough, that I didn’t fight it at that point. I thought that I’d run out of tears a dozen times over.

No matter how great, how blessed my life is, there’s that pesky wounded heart that always got in the way of it.

Scolding myself for the pity party I was throwing myself didn’t stop the hurt. That empty hole in my heart constantly demanding I fill it with fresh tears to balm the sharp pains and pangs.

The morning came early and with the prior night’s festivities I decide room service is for me. The balcony overlooks the ocean, and why not?

Eggs Benedict was always my favorite, but I was never brave enough to cook it due to the finicky nature of the sauce.

The hotel’s rendition was perfect with fresh fruit, a crisp muffin, juice and the best coffee I’ve ever had. This place did not disappoint.

No wonder people paid so much to be here. After a lazy moment and a content sigh, I make my way to the shower. The double heads had great pressure and feel so good, I can't help but lean back and let them work my muscles.

“You’re hogging all the hot water, Dove,” DJ’s incredible and all too familiar voice breaks my daze.

Hitting me far deeper than the jetting streams can manage, no matter how great the pressure is.

“What the Sam Hill are you doing here?” I sputter with water flushing my face.

“Looks like we have an adjoining suite,” the stranger explains, helping me to my feet.

He must be enjoying the view based on the reaction in his shorts.

I can’t complain, either with those brawny muscles lifting me like a feather.

Good grief.... the view of his bare chest and thick legs alone is increasing my body temperature five degrees.

“Sorry, wasn’t aware of that.” I snatched a towel around me as quickly as I could.

“You are rather conservative for being in a nudist facility.” He smiled amused, casually leaning against the double sink.

“Wh..why do you say that?” Damn it. I haven’t stuttered since I was a kid. What the hell was wrong with me? Why was he so sexy? When did I ever get weak in the knees over a man?

“You’re shy and obviously innocent as hell despite your little tough experienced girl act. Are you a sub, little Dove? Do you have an owner waiting for you,” I was caught between the question and him moving like a predator.