Resonating Souls (Bermuda Nights #1)(22)

I could not think. I could not speak. All I knew is I wanted him, I wanted this, I was totally and helplessly and fully his. I was drowning in a sea of absolute pleasure and I wanted … I wanted …

His lips brushed my ear, and his voice was hoarse, rough with desire. “I’ve got you, my love. I’ve got you.”

His finger thrummed, spun, and then he lifted me up.

I was released.

I was soaring, flying, completely free, lost in a golden sunrise which knew no end. I was suspended in his arms, and I knew he would never drop me, would never let me go. There was a long, ecstatic cry echoing around me, and I ached with the beauty of it.

Time became lost.

At long, long last, he lowered me onto the crisp sheets, and they felt like the softest clouds I had ever nestled within. His hand was still at my breast, his other against my sex, and I radiated heat against those points, connected in a way I’d never thought possible.


It seemed hours before I could lift my head, could turn to look back at where he stood beside me. He was completely naked, a dark god there for my pleasure.

I soaked him in. “I don’t know how I am going to match that for you.”

His gaze was distant, as if he’d been in a far away land. The corner of his mouth turned up, and he drew his hand from my breast, bringing it around to rest possessively on my ass. His other remained cupped around my sex.

“You won’t.”

My eyes lit up. “Is that a challenge?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I am going to stay just like this until I come for you in Boston.”

I glanced down to the hard cock throbbing in place. “Like that?”

His eyes sparkled. “It won’t always be that visible, but I am going to be in a constant craving for you. This is to remind me of what I am waiting for. Of why I have to get through what is to come, and get back home to you.”

He slid a finger inside me, and I groaned. His cock jerked in response, and his voice became hoarse. “You make sure to remember me, too.”

I could barely speak. “As if I could possibly forget.”

He slid his finger deeper, and his voice became a low growl. “Good.”





Chapter 10


My dress was sea green, the color of our porgie paradise, and when I walked into the club his gaze drew to me as if by a magnet. He soaked me in for a long moment, as if my presence would sustain him like oxygen. And then his gaze firmed, and he took in a deep breath. He dropped his eyes, his fingers deliberately taking the steps to tune his guitar.

My heart thundered against my chest as I made my way over to the table on the side of the stage. If he could do this, then I could as well. He was mine, I was his, and in a few short months we would be able to begin our life together. Until then, I was blessed by being able to see him – even if at a distance – for our few remaining days.

There were thousands of couples in the military striving daily to maintain long distance relationships while dealing with the stress of battle zones and other disasters. Those pairs had it infinitely worse off than I did. I knew my man was in little peril, and he would come home to me. I was sure we could touch base with email and phone calls … maybe even a Skype session or two.

A smile danced on my lips, and my body warmed at the thought of what those might entail.

Kayla bounced over to me, her electric blue dress practically tattooed on her body. She plunked a flute of Champagne in front of me, then drank down half of her own. “Sven’s going to take me to a club onshore once the gig is over,” she announced. “We’ll finally get to dance together! Not that I mind watching him sing, of course, but sometimes I just want to touch him!”

She grinned at me. “You and Evan should come! I hear sometimes the officers even show up, to let loose some steam.”

I took a sip of my Champagne. Evan needed to keep our relationship low key. He had asked for us to stay distant from this point forward. The last thing he’d want was for me to tag along to party and dance where the ship’s officers were present.

For a moment a flash of envy zapped through me. Kayla didn’t even realize how lucky she was, being able to enjoy Sven so openly. Sven’s years of tenure had earned him privileges that Evan could only dream of.

I pushed the thoughts away. Sven might have that one perk – but when Kayla stepped off the ship, Sven would move on. He would find another groupie, sail another tour, and be lost.

My Evan was coming home to me.

I smiled. I could endure anything, last through any short term loss, to reach that happy ending.

I toasted to Kayla. “You two will have a blast,” I assured her. “I think I’ll sleep in tonight. Tomorrow afternoon we leave Bermuda, and I want to be able to spend as much time as possible snorkeling before we sail for home.”

Her eyes danced. “You and those fish,” she teased. “I think you were a mermaid in another life, with all that swimming you do.”

There was movement on stage, and we both turned. Sven stepped up to the microphone, wearing a Boston Red Sox jersey over jeans. His voice billowed across the club, rich and resonate. “Who’s ready to dance!”

The room shook with the resounding cheers.

The drum kicked in, and Sven’s voice snapped out the lyrics from Maroon 5’s Love Somebody.

I looked up at the stage, and Evan’s eyes were right on mine. His fingers moved, his left hand pressed in the chords, and through the music he was connected to me. Connected in a way that nothing would sever.