Chapter 88 Steam and Desire
Jasmine shot to her feet, water cascading off her body in sheets.
"Bianca, I'm suddenly burning up. The truffle soup should be ready by now. I'll wait for you inside."
She wrapped herself in a white towel and stumbled toward the house, her steps unsteady.
Bianca draped herself over the smooth stone edge of the spring, watching Jasmine's retreating figure with mild confusion.
But moments like this were rare. She wanted to savor it.
She leaned back against the cool rock, letting the heated water envelop everything below her neck. Her eyes drifted shut, a contented sigh escaping her lips.
Maybe it was the relaxation. Maybe it was the false sense of security the resort's reputation provided. Either way, Bianca didn't notice the figure approaching from behind.
Without warning, a hand clamped over her mouth. Another seized her breast, fingers sinking into the soft flesh with practiced precision.
Panic flared. Her hands flew up, clawing at the hand covering her mouth.
Then a familiar scent hit her. She froze. Tilted her head back.
Terrence's face came into view.
Her fear morphed into indignation. She slapped his hand away. "What the hell are you doing here? You scared me!"
"I missed you." His smile was lazy, unapologetic. "Saw you were alone. Thought I'd have a little fun."
Bianca turned to face him fully, one hand pressed to her racing heart. "That wasn't funny. I thought someone was attacking me!"
Then her eyes narrowed. A wicked gleam sparked in them as she took in his perfectly tailored suit.
Before he could react, she grabbed his collar and yanked.
The splash was massive. Water erupted around them, drenching them both from head to toe.
Terrence surfaced slowly, pushing his wet hair back from his face. His expression remained neutral. No anger. No embarrassment.
His suit clung to his frame like a second skin. The fabric outlined every muscle. His forearms were corded with lean strength, the kind that came from discipline, not vanity. Power held in check.
Bianca swallowed hard, her gaze locked on the lines of his body.
Terrence moved toward her, water dripping from his lashes. Each drop fell in slow motion, hitting the surface and sending out ripples.
Despite his blank expression, something about him felt dangerous.
Her appreciation for the view evaporated. "Actually, I'm feeling a bit overheated. Jasmine's waiting. I should go."
Yesterday's aches flashed through her memory. She wasn't eager for a repeat performance.
She scrambled toward the edge, but Terrence caught her ankle and pulled her back under.
Her robe came loose, floating away like a ghost on the water's surface.
The spring was crystal clear. Sunlight pierced straight through. She was completely exposed, every inch of her visible under his gaze.
The brightness made it worse. There was nowhere to hide.
Bianca squeezed her thighs together and tried to retreat. "Mr. Anderson, I'm sorry. I won't mess with you again, I swear."
When in doubt, beg for mercy.
Terrence caught both her wrists, pinning them. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, his tongue tracing a slow path along her skin.
The heat of his mouth. The cool brush of his wet hair. The contrast sent her pulse racing, a tingling sensation spreading downward.
His thumb skimmed across the water's surface, the movement so light it felt like the water itself was touching her. The sensation blurred the line between his hand and the spring.
Her breath hitched. Her chest rose and fell with each shallow gasp.
His hand moved to her breast, cupping it beneath the water. His palm pressed and kneaded with deliberate slowness, the rhythm hypnotic. The water seemed to move with him, amplifying every touch.
Each subtle shift created a faint sound, barely audible but impossible to ignore. Bianca's nerves were on fire. She knew what was coming but couldn't predict where his hands would go next.
The water changed everything. Made every sensation deeper, heavier, more intense.
"Terrence, not here. Please. Jasmine's waiting for me." Her voice was soft, pleading, hoping to trigger some shred of sympathy.
Terrence lifted his head. Water droplets flew from his hair and landed on her face.
He brushed his lips against hers, his voice low. "I missed you so much. I'm used to being with you. I'm lonely without you."
Bianca froze.
She hadn't expected those words. Not from him.
Before she could process it, his mouth was on hers, kissing her with surprising tenderness.
Her hands settled on his shoulders. She let out a resigned sigh.
She hadn't given him enough reassurance. This was on her.
"Make it quick. Jasmine will get suspicious if I'm gone too long." Her tone was exasperated but indulgent.
Terrence lifted her onto the stone ledge, his eyes bright with anticipation. "I'll be fast."
Then he buried his face between her thighs, his mouth closing over her pussy.
His tongue flicked rapidly against her clit. His hands gripped her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh, forcing her legs apart. She couldn't close them. Couldn't escape.
The pressure was relentless. Bianca's fingers tangled in his thick hair, gripping tight.
Desire surged through her like a wave. Her head fell back, a moan building in her throat. But she couldn't let it out. Not here. She bit down on her lip, swallowing the sound. Her breathing turned ragged, each exhale a struggle.
"Ah… Terrence, slow down!"
Terrence finally looked up, his expression innocent. His lips glistened with her arousal.
"Your cousin's waiting."
Bianca realized she'd just shot herself in the foot.
"That's not what I meant…"
The rest of her protest dissolved into gasps as Terrence went back to work, his tongue relentless against her clit. His grip on her thighs kept her pinned, unable to close her legs or pull away.
Her lower body burned with sensation. Her upper body ached with neglect.
Her nipples hardened in the cool air, trembling, desperate for attention.
Bianca reached up and touched them herself, rolling them between her fingers.
It wasn't the same as Terrence's touch, but it was better than nothing.
Terrence focused entirely on one spot, ignoring everything else. The intensity only made the emptiness worse.
She wanted more. Needed more.
Finally, the pressure peaked. A sharp cry tore from her throat. White light flashed behind her eyes. Her toes curled. Her thighs clamped around his head.
Terrence took the full force of her release, swallowing everything. He didn't pull away. If anything, he seemed to enjoy it, licking her clean with deliberate care.
When he finally looked up, his eyes were bright, locked on her face, drinking in every detail of her undone expression. Satisfaction radiated from him.