Let the Games Begin

     “Nice place you have here. I love what you’ve done with the scenery.” Malcolm knew her eyes never stopped eating him up. He could feel her gaze and it went straight to his head. That wasn’t the one on shoulders either. Gods, she had him hard just getting out of her car and looking at him. The electric excitement of this new encounter had him walking down the stair to her almost bowl legged. When he finally stood before her, his fingers tore that bun from her hair and tangled there while his lips came down on hers, demanding a deep, longing kiss. Malcolm didn’t rush it. No, he savoured her sweetness. That lavender and vanilla curled around him, hopping up his need to explore every inch of her. His memory went back to her words in his office this afternoon. She’d let him find out if her panties matched her bra.

    “That’s better. No more buns here, and that was an improvement to that first greeting.”

    “Really? You won’t just take me against the warm hood of my car? Just flip my skirt up and tear my panties away. Then screw me to an inch of my sanity?”

     “Later, I want you inside. Dinner is ready. We’ll fortify ourselves before we truly begin.” Malcolm took her bag and her hand. Melody saw it. He ran the show, on his schedule. But if she played along, he wouldn’t disappoint her. So, she let him lead her into the luxury cabin. He dropped her bag off in the master bedroom with its king-size bed and wall of windows. The scenery was breathtaking inside and out. Once that was done, Malcolm wrapped an arm around her and tucked her against his hot, hard body. She could feel his wild strength and she eagerly awaited experiencing it unleash on her willing body. She wanted to lose her panties because they were in the way and so wet with her eager anticipation. Gods, every minute without him going at her felt like forever.

     The only thing she did on the long drive here was imagine encounter after encounter with him. Gods, she had it bad. Malcolm would be the only one to cure her of it.

    The cottage was a far cry from a cabin. It was a second home. In the dining area, he had the doors open to the outside and the cool evening breeze filtered in over a beautifully set table. The fireplace across the room was lit, as were several candles. He’d set the scene and now he was playing with her.

    “Have a seat. We’ll eat first. Maybe go for a walk and I’ll show you the beach.” They sat at the table, but being so close to him and breathing in his scent, Melody couldn’t sit still for long. It was like a punishment. Her body ached for his touch already and she’d barely been there ten minutes. Now she needed to compose herself and get through dinner.

     Local fish cooked to perfection, greens and a crusty bread dipped in olive oil. The tastes were divine, and he got close, insisting he feed her. His hands were always touching her, stroking her bare skin.

     Melody returned the favour by feeding him, too. Slipping from her jacket and opening more that a few buttons on her shirt. The once tailors shirt now gaped open seductively, welcoming him to gaze at her breasts longingly. Anyone but an Alpha would have been distracted. But Malcolm had a plan, and he was on a mission. Though he stopped long enough to touch the top of her tanned breasts.

    They finally got to dessert. It felt like time stood still. A lush sponge cake with fresh berries and whipped cream. In the process of feeding the cake to Melody, Malcolm dropped some on her breasts. With an apology, he smiled, and his lips raked the rich creamy morsel from the tanned curve of her breast, and he slowly ate it. Melody arched toward his hot breath and tender lips, whimpering softly when his lips left her wanting flesh. “I want to show you the beach, then we can come back here and perhaps revisit that.” He meant his teasing her breasts.

     “Hm… Sounds intriguing. I’ll follow you wherever you wish.” Melody didn’t want to see the beach, but if that was what it took to get his pants off. She stood and slowly stretched like a cat, her open shirt momentarily let her bra covered breast free for his viewing as he still sat, and her breasts were at his eye level.

     Melody found his face back at her breasts, feasting like he’d not eaten in days. “Thought you wanted to show me the beach.” She smiled fondly at Malcolm, where his cheek was pillowed by her breast.

     “Yes, the beach at sunset. My favourite time of day. Come. He didn’t wait for her. She couldn’t walk because he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

    Laughing, he left the cottage for the nearby beach. There was a boathouse and a dock. Adirondack chairs sat there for their viewing pleasure.

    There, he placed her in a chair before he took the other. “If we’re lucky, we’ll see a loon go by.”

     “The sound they make is so haunting I always get shivers. It reminds me why people believe Canada is so haunted. It’s set up like that.”

    “Yeah, like anything could be out there just past the tree line and we’d never know.”

    “Hmm… Just like anything could happen here and they would never know. So what have got planned for this weekend?”

    “That depends on how well we get along. I figured long walks, swimming, bubble baths, a private boat tour, and anything else our hearts desire.”

    “Hmm… that sounds wonderful. I hope you don’t mind if I get more comfortable.” She wanted to tease him a little.

    “Go ahead.” He took his shoes off and stripped off his socks. Gods, even his feet were strong and sexy.

    Once he was done, Melody stood and slowly raised her skirt. “I figure I should thank you for the lovely dinner.” She slipped her passion soaked panties from her body and with one finger she gifted them to him.

    He put them to his nose and drew in the scent of her passion. The smile he gave her was well worth it. “I believe the sun is down and it’s time to return to the cabin.”

    “I’ll follow you anywhere.” With her own shoes in her hand, she directed him to lead the way. It wasn’t far and as soon as they were inside, the shoes hit the floor and he was embracing her in a passionate kiss. The evidence of his desire stabbed her belly, insistently seeking the depths of her passions.