She gave a perceptible start. Winter turned her head, the dark expanses of her sunglasses reflecting the waning light. “I’m sorry. Did you say something, Michael?”
He tightened his jaw. That does it, he thought grimly. He was not going to sit here and let her waste their remaining time together. He should send her home now. Her mind was obviously too preoccupied for her to fully appreciate the effort he had made to be conciliating. He had intended a leisurely, relaxing time of sun and swimming and sex. He had never liked just climbing on top of a warm body to get his rocks off. He liked his partner to be fully engaged. It was far more satisfying for both of them.
If he was going to salvage his plans, he needed to reengage her attention. A novel idea flashed through his mind. He said slowly, “I want you to do something for me, Winter.” The fantasy he was structuring in his imagination was already stirring his body, wiping away his irritation.
Winter shrugged as she smiled over at him. “Okay.”
“I want you to go upstairs to the bedroom. I want you to take the chair from beside the bed and place it in the middle of the room with its back to the door. Then I want you to find something to blindfold yourself with, sit down in the chair, and wait for me.” He waited, curious to see her reaction to his suggestion. She was sitting immobile, seemingly frozen, her face still turned in his direction. He could not see her eyes through the dark lens of the sunglasses, but he could see the quickened pulse beating strongly in her throat. She was definitely refocused on him.
After a moment, she asked quietly, “What are you going to do?”
Michael narrowed his eyes. He smiled, deliberately using his business-bastard smile. “You have ten minutes, Winter.”
Without saying another word, she got up and walked inside. He looked down. She had left her canvas bag beside the chaise lounge, so he felt fairly confident that she hadn’t got up just to leave.
Michael glanced at his wrist watch to mark the time and settled more comfortably in the chaise lounge. She wasn’t thinking about her problems with the ex now, he thought with satisfaction. He tasted his drink, rolling the liquor over his tongue, and put his head back. He slowly finished the drink, a couple of times checking his watch.
When the ten minutes were up, Michael discarded his wet swim trunks. His thickened penis hung heavy between his thighs. He stooped to snag up the large bottle of suntan lotion lying beside Winter’s deserted chaise. She had used it generously on her pale-skinned body. He strolled into the house, his anticipation ratcheting up, along with his shaft.
When he stepped across the bedroom threshold, he abruptly stopped. He sucked in his breath, amazed. Winter had done exactly what he had told her. She was sitting in the chair, her narrow back partially to him, and she had found his silk winter scarf to tie over her eyes. She sat stiffly upright, her slender hands resting on her knees, her long bare legs pressed together. Her head was tilted on one side as though she was listening. Michael looked at the way her plump full breasts jutted out, how they quivered with every one of her quickened breaths. Her beauty made him ache. At the appealing picture she made, Michael felt his semierection lengthen and rise toward his belly.