Chapter 9
Calista stared at the pile of food on the small countertop, her mind trying to take it all in but a niggling sensation of panic grew inside of her.
Goran stepped into the cabana, wiping off the water from the pool.
Calista turned her eyes towards him, glaring at the man. “What’s all of this?” she asked, waving her hand over the pile. There were fruits, vegetables, odd-looking grains, small bottles of oil, vinegar and some spices.
“That is your meal challenge for tonight,” he told her, walking over and kissing her neck before heading into the bathroom to shower.
“But…!”
He turned, his dark eyes brightening with amusement. “Payback, my dear,” he told her, then disappeared.
She turned and stared down at the food. “I hadn’t planned on this kind of payback,” she muttered under her breath.
“What kind of payback were you anticipating?” he asked, sliding in behind her.
Calista had thought he’d gone into the bathroom and that she was alone! His voice caused her to jump in surprise. “I thought you were in the shower!” she exclaimed, peering at him over her shoulder.
“I was, but then I forgot this,” he said, turning her around and pulling her into his arms. Calista protested for perhaps half a second. But then his mouth moved over hers and she was lost once again to the magic of his kisses.
When he lifted his mouth, they were clinging to each other. “What do you think you might make?” he asked, sliding his hands along her waist, stopping just under her breasts.
Calista opened her mouth, trying to reply. But in her mind, all she could think about were his hands…so close!
“No idea,” she replied honestly.
“There’s some chicken in the fridge.”
“Ah!” she moaned, but was that because of his announcement about the chicken? Or the fact that his big, strong hands were now cupping her breasts. When his thumb flicked over her nipple, she didn’t care! Her whole mind was focused on those thumbs and what he might do next.
“The resort also sent over some flour and sugar and a few spices,” he told her, his neck bending so that his lips could nibble on her neck.
“That’s good,” she whispered, leaning her head over to the right so that his lips could tease the skin there.
“I’ll even be generous and teach you how to use the oven.”
“Ah!” Once again, that sound was all she could manage.
He laughed softly, then spun her around. Calista gasped, startled by the move. But his hands slid down her arms, holding her hands as he carefully, slowly, placed her palms flat on the countertop.
“I don’t think you’re paying a great deal of attention to the dinner possibilities.”
She almost smiled, but he leaned against her, the wet bathing suit he had on was now pressed against her derriere. But she didn’t care about the bathing suit or the wetness. Her mind was only paying attention to the long, enticing erection now evident against her back.
Calista wiggled, trying to tell him to hurry up.
“I was going to shower.”
She made a protesting sound, then pressed her bottom against that throbbing erection, silently begging him to change his plans.
She sighed with relief when she felt his warm hands slide underneath her shirt. A moment later, that piece of clothing was whipped off, out of the way.
“Bend over, habibi,” he urged, pressing a hand to her back between her shoulder blades.
“What?” she whispered, looking at him over her shoulder.
“Trust me,” he soothed, his hands moving to her breasts once more, those thumbs doing things to her nipples that she couldn’t fight.