Blossom in Winter (Blossom in Winter #1)(73)

His heartbeat is loud, craving my answer.

“Yes,” I whisper, my face flushing, my heart fluttering. “I’m entirely yours.” His lips twitch into a smile. “And you?”

He chuckles at my question, but his smile gets wider. “I’m all yours, Ms. Van Gatt.” He presses his lips against mine in a kiss filled with so much passion and desire that it takes my breath away. Holy shit, it’s getting so warm here. “Do you still want to get in the pool?”





Alexander Van Dieren





Bossa nova is crooning in the background. I know she’s got no bikini or swimwear on underneath. I go to the bar area to serve myself a Macallan, giving her some privacy to remove her dress, shoes, and jewelry. I’d have undressed any other woman in a heartbeat, but not her. Not Petra Van Gatt. I hear the water splashing, and see the little miss swimming. A glass in hand, I move slowly back to the terrace and lean against the doorway, contemplating the dearest woman in my life happily floating like a kid in my pool. I take a sip. I can’t help but notice her black lace lingerie—more precisely, her strapless bra.

“You know, the pool is big enough for two.” I smile at her comment. “C’mon!” she commands playfully, splashing water in my direction to wet me. “We are in Brazil, and you didn’t even go to the sea with me.” But I don’t react. “C’mon, Alex. Are you intimidated, or what?”

I burst into laughter. “Absolutely. You’re terrifying.” I empty my glass before putting it on the table, and start to unbutton my shirt.





Petra Van Gatt





I’ve never seen him in his underwear before—in fact, not even shirtless! He is the one who is terrifying, and I am the one feeling intimidated. I decide to turn my back, looking at the view before me while he’s undressing. I hear him unzip his pants. My heart pounds faster with every beat.

The water splashes as he enters the pool. Oh God. My nerves are boiling down in my stomach. He surprises me by coming up from behind, kissing my shoulder. I turn again to wrap my arms around his neck. I try to focus on his face, but my curiosity causes my eyes to dart down to his chest—his skin sun-kissed and smooth, his pectorals toned and firm. And before I can look further down, he moves to meet my lips, holding me by the waist. But I feel him containing himself, keeping a safe distance between our pelvises.

While kissing him, I bring his hands up to the clasps of my bra. He knows what I want. He looks down at my face, studying me. My lips are spread apart, breathing in short gasps. His fingers slowly touch the closures of my bra, taunting me for a few more seconds. I don’t say a word, but my stare is begging him to remove the last piece of garment covering my tits. He presses his lips against mine, and while devouring me, he finally unclasps my bra, letting it fall to the water. Then he moves down to my neck.

“Ahh…” I moan between heavy breaths, while his mouth is sucking my skin like he did in Rome. My brain feels intoxicated, growing desperate to feel more of him. He looks further down, this time shamelessly staring at my untouched breasts, as he caresses them for the first time. My tits fit perfectly in his palm. While he observes them attentively, his lips part in excitement—I know he’s growing harder at every touch.

“You are so perfect,” he whispers, gently rubbing my nipple with his thumb.

“Touch me,” I beg.

He doesn’t protest. He knows I’m desperate and soaking. He turns me around, my back against his chest, my sight on the horizon.

“Do you like the view?” he whispers in my ear.

“Yes,” I breathe.

While his left hand is over my chest, his right one slides from my stomach down to my pelvis. “Then you should enjoy it…” And without waiting any longer, into my panties.

“Ahhh...” I moan at the feel of him caressing my clit. I lay the back of my head on his shoulder, letting him possess me entirely. I hear him groaning, his warm breath coming in short gasps just like mine. “Oh, Alex...” Fuck. I’m so drenched. I want to touch him too, feel his erection arching into my palm. I bring my hand up behind me, to the front of his boxers.

But he stops me immediately. “Petra, if we go further, I won’t be able to control myself.”

“Then don’t…” I turn to face him, wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his lips. Then, almost with a hint of desperation, I whisper, “I want to do it tonight. I want to feel you inside...”

He swallows hard. “I can’t do it tonight. I’m sorry.”

Needless to say, the air cools instantly. “Why? Why not?”

I see him hesitating, probably fearful I won’t like his answer. “I need to talk to Roy first.”

“What?” My eyes open wide. “Are you kidding? I don’t need his permission.” My heart and jaw drop at such an outdated attitude. “We don’t need his permission.”

“Hey,” he murmurs, his fingers caressing my jawline. “Your father needs to know about us. I love you too much to…” He breaks eye contact, looking down, visibly embarrassed.

“To…?”

The words seem difficult for him to say. He blushes and swallows nervously, finally meeting my eyes again… And I’m still waiting for an answer!