charming, amazing men that God had put on this earth really interested in Helen Miller? His kiss and his hands caressing her body would indicate he really was attracted to her. That was too shocking for someone as desperately in love with a man she’d dreamed about for so long, she thought she might still be in a perpetual state of sleep. Should she pinch herself to find out if this could really be reality? If she was dreaming, did she want to wake up?
Flopping down onto her bed, her eyes stared up at the ceiling and she smiled, her fingers gently touching her lips where he had ravished them. He certainly was a passionate man, she thought and smiled, noting the tenderness on her lips with a shiver of desire. She wished she’d had the nerve to tell him what she’d wanted but even now, she wasn’t exactly sure what that was. She wanted him, definitely. She wanted him to show her how to make love and what to do, what excited him more and less.
She wanted to see his body and discover what the towel had hidden him from her curious eyes yesterday. She’d seen naked men before both in the movies and in real life, having taken an art class where she’d been required to draw the human form. At the time, she’d studied the man curiously, but she remembered not feeling a moment of embarrassment or even curiosity in drawing him so many years ago. That was definitely not the case with Dimitri. She wanted to touch and explore every inch of him, find out what he tasted like and felt like. Her mind whirled at the possibilities.
Sighing, she shook her head and tried to rid it of thoughts that would only keep her awake tonight. And she suspected that she would definitely need sleep tonight. If she was going snorkeling with Dimitri and the rest of the group, she would be hard pressed to keep up with them. They all looked fit and tanned whereas she spent most of her days sitting in front of a computer, only going to the gym after work three or four days a week for cardiovascular exercise.
Snorkeling, eh? Pulling herself upright on the luxurious bed, she thought about what she might need to wear and his last comment struck her. A bikini? Around him? The idea definitely had appeal but she knew it would be difficult for her to fight against her natural shyness. She wasn’t one to walk around in skimpy clothes but what was the alternative? She was in the middle of the ocean and had no idea how to obtain another bathing suit other than the ones hanging in that closet. She didn’t think Marie or Amie would have anything less revealing, knowing that both women were very proud of their figures and showed them off at every opportunity.
She looked into the closet and considered her choices, pulling out the least revealing one and setting it aside. This one was yellow with small charms underneath the bikini top and on the top edge of the bottom. It was still tiny compared to what she was used to but at least she thought this one would cover more of the requisite parts than the two he’d shown her yesterday morning.
Preparing for bed, her eyes were drawn constantly to the bathing suit. Each time her eyes hit upon it, she became more excited, wondering if Dimitri would like the way she looked in it.
As she climbed into bed, she was exhausted, but couldn’t sleep. She knew that her body was still caught up in the feelings Dimitri had stirred within her earlier. She rolled over onto her stomach, willing the ache to go away. But nothing worked. She considered getting up and finding the cinema room to watch a movie, but didn’t want to bother anyone on the ship – most of which were probably asleep.
By dawn, she finally drifted off to sleep, restless and hungry, but not for food. Her body was hungry for Dimitri’s touch and for the feelings she knew he would be able to stir in her body. She was desperate for him and wished she had the courage to walk down the hallway and ask him for what she was craving.
She woke up angry for some reason. Showering and dressing, she stomped up the stairs to the breakfast room, a scowl on her face. Already, the other four members of the party were