In Deep Waters_Cruising the Seas Page 2

  In the other room, Cyn thought desperately. Somewhere, anywhere, where you're not so close to me. Somewhere where I can't smell your cologne. Somewhere where I can't see you and want to...

  "I think we should make a deal." Rian clasped Cyn's hands and drew her to her feet.

  Cyn made the mistake of looking into Rian's eyes then and found that she couldn't look away. She'd seen Rian under every circumstance imaginable in the last three years, and she knew every nuance of her expressions. She recognized the subtle tightening of the muscles along her jaw when she was angry, and the glint in her eyes when she was about to close a deal that was far more to her advantage than anyone realized, and the slow, lazy way she smiled when she saw a woman she wanted. And once, so painfully briefly, she'd witnessed Rian's look of utter abandon when she'd come. This afternoon, however, the look in Rian's eyes was one she couldn't decipher. A fierceness she'd never seen, even in the heat of corporate battle. Unnerved, Cyn brushed at the chestnut strands that fluttered over the collar of Rian's shirt. "I should have scheduled a haircut for you before we left."

  "The deal," Rian went on, apparently undeterred by Cyn's non sequitur, "is that you don't take care of any details this week. In fact, you don't take care of anything to do with me at all."

  "I don't understand," Cyn whispered, aware that Rian's mouth was mere inches from hers. "If you didn't need me, why did you suggest I come with you?"

  "Because we both needed a vacation and I enjoy your company." Rian shook her head and smiled as if Cyn had missed some very important point. "And because I wanted to be with you when I wasn't your boss."

  Cyn felt her face flaming again and tried to extricate her fingers from Rian's grip. "Well, since I'm here, then it only makes sense that I should do my job."

  "No," Rian said. "I think, since we're on vacation, we should do something completely different."

  "Like what?" Cyn said, thoroughly confused. She couldn't think clearly with Rian's body nearly pressed against hers. Somehow, without her realizing it, Rian had let go of her hands and lightly clasped both arms around her waist. Cyn's legs trembled, and she felt another wash of arousal.

  "This week, you're going to be in charge, and I'm going to take care of you."

  Cyn pulled away and laughed uncomfortably. "I'm afraid you'd find that very boring, very quickly."

  "Really?" Rian leaned against the dresser and put her hands in her pockets while giving Cyn an appraising glance. "So what were you planning to do between now and the reception?"

  "After I unpacked, I was going to—" Cyn broke off, ambushed by an image of herself stretched out in the bathtub, head back, eyes closed, bringing herself to orgasm while she fantasized about Rian making love to her.

  "What?" Rian teased. "You're blushing again."

  "Just the usual things that a girl does before going out to a formal reception," Cyn said haughtily, hoping that Rian would let it drop. "You know."

  "I have no idea. What sort of things?"

  "I'm not going to tell you that!" Cyn pointed toward the adjoining bedroom. "Go in there and read or something, and let me get some work done."

  Rian shook her head. "No, I don't think so." She pushed away from the dresser and caught Cyn's hand. She turned her toward the bathroom. "I told you, I want to take care of you this trip. Starting now."

  When Cyn felt Rian's mouth against the side of her neck, she closed her eyes. Then Rian's arms circled her waist from behind, and she leaned back into the embrace. It was beyond her power to resist when Rian's mouth was on her skin and Rian's hands gently caressed her stomach, but her mind was still functional enough for her to understand the message. You're going to be in charge. I want to take care of you. "I have quite a lot to do to get ready."

  "Tell me." Rian sucked Cyn's earlobe as she carefully loosed Cyn's blouse from her slacks. "Tell me what you need me to do."

  "Why don't you draw a bath for me?" Cyn instructed. "And then, perhaps I will."

  Rian dropped one last kiss onto Cyn's neck. "All right. I'll take care of that right now."

  When Rian disappeared into the bathroom, Cyn quickly shed her clothes, sorted through her luggage until she found a short, aqua-blue silk robe, and pulled it on. She'd chosen it because it was a match to the color of her eyes. She glanced in the mirror and saw the flush of arousal on her neck and chest. Rian would surely see it too, but she couldn't help the fact that her entire body hummed with anticipation. She pulled out the band that held her shoulder length blond hair back and flicked her head to shake out the curls. When she turned toward the bathroom, Rian was framed in the doorway, watching her with an expression Cyn did recognize. Hunger.

  "Is it ready?" Cyn asked with a nonchalance she didn't feel. The sensation of silk gliding over her hard nipples as she walked toward Rian turned her liquid inside.

  "Almost."

  "If you're going to help me with my bath..." Cyn stopped in the doorway opposite Rian and traced her fingertip along Rian's jaw and down her neck, enjoying the way Rian tensed and caught her breath. "You should get out of these clothes. In fact, I think you should strip down to your underwear."

  Wordlessly, Rian unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it from her pants. As much as Cyn wanted to watch her undress, ached to see her completely nude when previously she'd only caught glimpses of her, she turned away and walked into the bathroom. She couldn't look at her now without giving away how much she wanted Rian to just take her. Her stomach quivered and her clit throbbed insistently. She was so excited she was afraid if Rian touched her anywhere at all, she'd come.

  "You will not," she whispered fervently to herself. Whatever this was, she was going to make it last as long as she possibly could.

  "What was that?" Rian asked quietly.

  Cyn glanced behind her and almost moaned. Rian wore nothing except a pair of black bikini briefs. Her breasts, high and firm and round, were tipped by small dusky nipples. Small very erect nipples.

  Oh God, she's excited, too—and even more beautiful than I imagined.

  "I said," Cyn said sharply, ignoring the sensation of her clitoris stiffening, "I'd like to get started while the water is still warm. I need to wash my hair."

  "I'll take your robe." Rian slowly and deliberately untied the sash, allowing the robe to fall open and expose the inner surfaces of Cyn's breasts. She skimmed her palms beneath the silk and over Cyn's breasts on her way to easing the robe from Cyn's shoulders.

  Cyn gasped at the fleeting brush of Rian's hot skin and swayed toward Rian. She was forced to brace her hands on Rian's bare shoulders to catch her balance. Aching to ease the painful pressure that centered just beneath her nipples, all she wanted was to rub her breasts over Rian's. She was so aroused her inner thighs were wet. Rian's face was very close, her eyes very intense as they looked into Cyn's. If she kissed Rian now, Cyn knew, she could have Rian inside her within seconds. She remembered the feel of those long, slender fingers filling her, the way Rian circled her clitoris with her thumb as she stroked her, fucking her deeper and harder with each thrust as she masturbated her clitoris, finally making her come with every part of her cunt exploding. How many times had she replayed those few moments, alone in the dark, or once, with a woman who looked very much like Rian? But no memory or stranger could give her what she really needed, the sound of Rian whispering, You feel so wonderful, Cyn. I want to feel you come, come just for me.

  "Better get in," Rian murmured just as Cyn was about to give in to the wild need churning in the pit of her stomach.

  "Yes," Cyn said hoarsely, keeping one hand on Rian's shoulder as she turned and stepped into the hot, soothing water. The steam held a fragrance of vanilla, and she realized that Rian had used some of the complimentary essential oils that she'd noticed on the bathroom counter. The special touch surprised her, although she wasn't certain why. Despite Rian's lethal aggression during business battles, she had always been attentive and kind to Cyn. In fact, she never treated Cyn like an employee. Perhaps if she had, Cyn wouldn't
have fallen... No, that was one place she couldn't afford to go. Cyn tipped her head back and dipped her hair below the surface to wet it. "You can shampoo me now."

  "I'd love to." Rian sat on the wide edge of the built-in tub and poured thick golden liquid into her hand. Then she spread her fingers through Cyn's hair, caressing her scalp.

  Cyn tipped her head back and watched Rian through slitted lids as Rian bent forward, both hands buried in Cyn's hair, her breasts swaying inches from Cyn's face. If Cyn lifted her head just a little, she would be able to capture one of those teasingly tight nipples in her mouth. She wanted to so badly. She wanted to bite down and make Rian whimper, make her ache to come as badly as Cyn ached now. The play of Rian's fingers over her scalp and the back of her neck did nothing to quiet the urgency in her cunt. The warm water lapped around her clitoris, teasing it with every slight movement as if a tongue gently licked her. She imagined Rian's mouth closing around her swollen clitoris, sucking gently, and she moaned.

  "Good?" Rian asked, her voice deeper than Cyn had ever heard it.

  "Oh God, yes."

  Rian bent lower, dipped an arm into the water, and circled Cyn's shoulders. "Tilt your head back and rinse."

  Cyn arched and submerged her hair, turning her face as she did and brushing her mouth over Rian's nipple. She heard Rian's swift gasp and smiled with satisfaction. Then she pushed herself upward with her arms outstretched on either side of the tub, lifting her breasts from the water. "Now lather the rest of me."

  Cyn had never been able to come just from breast play, but she feared she might now as Rian's soapy hands massaged her breasts, lingering on her taut nipples, pinching them so lightly she might have imagined it, but she knew she hadn't. Her clitoris twitched in time to the sharp points of pleasure spearing her breasts. A little more, just a little more, just a little harder. Her head fell back and she closed her eyes. She needed to come. It didn't matter that it was too soon, she needed relief. Rian's fingers etched slick circles on her stomach, moving lower. Oh, yes. Just touch me and I'll...

  Rian's hands disappeared at the same instant as her lips skimmed Cyn's mouth. Cyn's eyes flew open, but by the time she focused, Rian was sitting up on the edge of the tub, smiling softly. Her expression was calm, almost casual, but her breasts rose and fell rapidly, and her nipples, if possible, stood out even more than they had before.

  "I was afraid you might fall asleep," Rian said.

  "No," Cyn said weakly. "No, not likely." She reached beside her and opened the drain on the tub. Her legs felt heavy, listless, and she wondered if she could stand. She held up one hand. "Rinse me with the shower massage?"

  Rian's eyes widened for an instant, then she took Cyn's hand and guided her up. "I may have to stand in there with you... to reach everything."

  "Then we're lucky the suites have roomy tubs." Cyn glanced down as Rian climbed into the tub. Rian's arms and chest were wet, and thin rivulets ran down her stomach and dampened the top of her black bikinis. Cyn traced a wandering trail of water with her fingertip and Rian's belly tensed and quivered. "Are you wet?"

  "What?" Looking stunned, Rian bowed her head, her gaze riveted to Cyn's hand.

  Cyn flicked a nail beneath the top edge of Rian's bikinis, and Rian grasped Cyn's wrist with trembling fingers. For one brief second, Cyn thought Rian was going to push her fingers between her legs. She wouldn't have resisted. She had tasted Rian, there on her knees in a limousine. She had felt her grow hard and urgent between her lips, had felt her pulse to the brink of release and then shatter with a rush of sweet come that had filled her mouth and left her hungry ever after.

  "These," Cyn repeated, tugging lightly on the material between Rian's legs. "Did we get you wet?"

  "Soaked," Rian said roughly.

  "Then take them off."

  In seconds they were both naked. When Rian reached around Cyn to turn the dials on the handheld shower massage, their breasts brushed, then melded, and Cyn allowed herself the fleeting indulgence of dragging her mouth down the column of Rian's throat, licking the sweat and scented water from her skin. Rian quivered, and Cyn wanted to beg.

  Finish me now. Fuck me make me come. Fuck me fuck me fuck me.

  Rian leaned back, her thighs brushing Cyn's, and played the spray over Cyn's chest and breasts. "Too hard?"

  Cyn shook her head, her throat too tight for words. The pinpricks of water striking her swollen breasts sent electric echoes to her clit, and she rubbed her needy cunt over Rian's. She couldn't stand it. She was losing control but she didn't care. "Oh God I need to—"

  "Spread your legs," Rian whispered as she knelt in front of Cyn.

  "Rian," Cyn said as she opened her legs and steadied herself with her hand cupped against the side of Rian's face, "be careful."

  "I'll stop whenever you say." Gently, Rian spread Cyn's lips with her thumb and finger and directed a warm, gentle spray over her lips. Cyn twitched and moaned softly.

  "Mmm, wonderful." Cyn's thighs shook and her cunt contracted slowly, then pulsed steadily. "Rian."

  Rian removed her fingers for an instant and Cyn heard her ratchet the dial on the showerhead. Then Rian fingered the hood away from her clit and directed a steady stream against it.

  "Oh God." Cyn shuddered. "Oh, you can't do that. God, Rian. Stop. Stop before you make me come."

  Rian twitched the water away and gazed up. "You're incredibly wet and your clit is so hard. Don't you want to come?"

  "Yes, yes. So much."

  "Then tell me. Tell me, Cyn, tell me what you want."

  Cyn rubbed her thumb over Rian's mouth. "This. I've dreamed of your mouth on me."

  Wordlessly, Rian leaned forward and delicately kissed Cyn's clit. Just a brush of her lips and then she was gone. Cyn whimpered. Standing, Rian whispered, "I want to take my time."

  Quickly, Rian turned off the water and stepped out of the tub. She rotated the dial for the overhead heat light and spread out a large fluffy bath sheet on the edge of the tiled tub surround. She held out her hand to Cyn. "Sit here."

  Cyn settled onto the warm, soft towel as Rian knelt between her legs. She couldn't think of anything except Rian's mouth and how much she ached. She curved one hand behind Rian's head and pressed the fingertips of her other hand against her mons, bearing down until her clit rose up. "There. I need you there."

  Rian moaned and rubbed her check against Cyn's thigh. "What would you like?"

  "Lick me," Cyn said, her voice breaking. "Lick me and . . ." The first sweep of Rian's slick, hot tongue sent shivers along her spine and her vision immediately blurred. She felt the pull of Rian sucking on her clit, and her cunt clenched painfully. "Yes, yes, your tongue feels so nice. Oh... slow down. Slow down or you'll make me finish right this second. I don't want to."

  Cyn pulled Rian away from her clit with a hand in her hair. Rian looked dazed, her mouth swollen and wet.

  "I need you," Rian groaned. "Please."

  "Go slow. I'm almost ready to come."

  Cyn guided Rian's mouth back to her clit, whimpering as soft lips closed around her. Her clit stiffened with the constant attention, and she fought not to let go. Rian's mouth was hot and her tongue worked Cyn's clit back and forth, faster and faster, just the way she needed it manipulated to come. She couldn't help herself. She had to come.

  "I'm going to ..." Cyn tried to warn her, but her hips lurched and her clit spasmed, and she couldn't do anything to stop it now. "Oh, it's so good."

  Cyn closed her eyes as pleasure erupted deep in her belly and flooded through her. She cried out, writhing against Rian's face with each wrenching beat of her cunt. When she sagged forward Rian stood quickly and cradled her against her body. Gasping, still trembling with aftershocks, Cyn rubbed her face over Rian's breasts and caught a nipple in her mouth. She sucked it as her clit continued to twitch.

  "Cyn," Rian groaned. "Oh Cyn. I need..."

  Cyn pressed her palm to Rian's stomach, felt her body jerk, and slipped her fingers lower. Rian groaned again when C
yn found her clitoris and began to fondle her. Within seconds, Rian's thighs turned to stone.

  "That's it," Cyn crooned, "come."

  Rian shuddered and came in a hot gush on Cyn's hand.

  "I like this trip already," Rian sighed.

  "The itinerary isn't quite what I expected," Cyn said, searching Rian's eyes.

  "Just a slight change of course." Rian kissed her softly. "I've been wanting to do that for the last six weeks."

  Cyn rested her cheek against Rian's belly. "What, give me a bath?"

  "Make love with you again when we were just us." Rian laughed. "But now that I know how enjoyable a bath can be, that too."

  "I'm glad you liked it." Cyn kissed Rian's stomach, then grinned up at her. "Wait until you see how much fun it will be to shave my legs."

  Music on the Wind

  Radclyffe

  Anna woke in the dark to the sensation of a cool, damp wind blowing across her face. She reached for Graham and when she didn't find her, shot upright, her heart racing. The cabin glowed with the eerie blue-gray cast of moonlight in the midnight sky, and it took her only a second of glancing frantically around the strange space to realize that the doors to the balcony were open, and she was completely alone.

  "Oh my God." She lurched from bed, grasped her robe in one hand and hastily pulled it on as she ran outside. "Graham!"

  Graham Yardley turned her face away from the ocean and toward the sound of Anna's voice. "Anna? What's the matter?"

  "I couldn't find you," Anna gasped, pressing her hands to Graham's chest. With the moon and ocean behind her and her face in shadow, Graham's chiseled profile and blade-thin form appeared like a rent in the fabric of a dark and dangerous painting. Searching for something to say that wouldn't betray her terror, Anna said, "Darling, your shirt is soaked."