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Can took a deep breath to find that wasn’t helping him in the slightest. He tried for the better part of two hours to concentrate enough to answer the dozen email that had come through.
All he could think about was her.
Sanem, drunk in his arms after she’d hit her head, the smile on her face as she poked him in the chest and declared he was hers, and that was all there was to it, before she’d stood on her toes – and how she’d not fallen over and hit her head again was beyond him, frankly – and then she’d kissed him. That kiss.
Can tightened his fist over the stones in his hand and took a deep breath.
She’d bewitched him. And she’d used scent to do it.
He had been close enough to her that the ghost of her perfume, the scent he’d paid nearly a million US dollars to keep his alone, clung to him.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, the scent she’d made for him was there too. Spicy, earthy and not a little wild, just like her wildflower scent. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t think of anything but how he’d trembled in her arms, unable to breathe for her closeness. She’d been so direct, so sure of herself. She’d whispered the story of the shy flower to him as she’d marked him as hers with that scent.
He was going to combust. He needed to get out of the office and take her with him somewhere Cey Cey wouldn’t find them, again.
He’d seriously considered killing the smaller man for perhaps three or four seconds.
Can shifted in his chair and put his forehead on his folded hands. How could he escape?
Beneath his hands, on the desk, was one of the flyers for Compass Sports. He was still angry about that, about this new breach in security, and with the report of Aylin having been in the building was reasonably certain she was somehow to blame. He just hadn’t figured out yet how she’d done it.
Frustrated, he picked up the print copy. It was a good campaign. The team had worked hard, Sanem had been magnificent. He was proud of all of them. This would put the company back on an even keel.
It felt tainted, after Aylin. Allah knew what his brother had ever seen in her. His father had denied their marriage because he knew she was evil and had wanted to spare his son the woman’s darkness. But no, Emre had to do everything his own way. Can sighed. Brothers. What could you do.
Then it hit him.
He picked up the phone and called Gamze, who was not only receptive but delighted with his proposal. She promised to have the equipment ready for him in just over an hour. It had to be gotten out of storage.
Can packed his camera in the travel bag, grabbed his jacket and the vial from Sanem, and went to find her. Guliz directed him to archives. Perfect. He stuck his head in Deren’s office, told her of his plan and that he was taking Sanem, as project coordinator, with him. Deren gave him a funny look, which he ignored. Let her think what she would, he simply needed to get out of the office. That it could be work related was a bonus.
Can dialed the phone as he walked through the agency.
He wasn’t sure Sanem’s father believed his story of a last minute shoot to upgrade the Compass Sport ad, but he promised Sanem would be with him, and safe. He also learned that both of her parents would, blessedly, be at their store the rest of the day.
Sanem was buried in her computer with files spread out across the desk. Can paused in the door to look at her. The light pink she was wearing today was his new favorite color. He could smell her wildflower perfume from where he stood, and it mixed freshly with the spiciness of his own fragrance. He had to bite his lower lip to keep from groaning. He was fortunate that he had put the long sweater on today, it hid his arousal.
“Sanem.”
She looked up at him and Can found himself glad to be leaning against the door still.
“You startled me.”
You unmade me, he thought to himself as her big dark eyes met his. You have claimed me and made me yours and marked me with your scent and I am completely unable to get you out of my mind.
“I had an idea. Gamze is packing equipment for us, we must go now if we are to pick that up, some things, and get to where I want to go before we lose the light for the day.”
She blinked at him in surprise and tilted her head to the side. He found himself lost in the thought of kissing his way down her neck. The fantasy was so strong he missed her question.
“Oh, sorry, what? Yes, I thought that perhaps if we brought them a new, clean image not associated with what Alyin tried to pirate from us that it would boost our credit with them. Confirm that it was us, our team, and that we are capable of this kind of work. We did not do water sports, and they have a solid business in that market.”
She lit up. “Oh! Excellent! Yes, that’s perfect.”
He smiled at her. “Come, come we don’t have a lot of time. We need to pick up things for overnight. It is too far to drive there and back today as well as shooting. We will stop at your house first, then mine. That will give Compass time to get the equipment together. We can pick up take out for the drive, yes?”
She blushed. “My parents may not like that I am planning on being away overnight with you.”
He waved his hand, crossed the room, and held his hand out. “I have explained it to your father. It is work. He agrees. Come, we are short on time.”
His entire world hung in the space between his outstretched hand and her, until Sanem took his hand and let him pull her to her feet. She giggled as he turned pointedly to make sure they were alone before he brushed his lips against her ear.
“I need to be alone with you, Sanem, please. You destroy me.”
Her breath caught in her throat, and it was all Can could do to not trap her against a wall of shelving and kiss her until they were both breathless.
He leaned closer to her. She fit against him like she’d been made for him. Or perhaps he’d been made for her. Who was to know these things.
“Can.” She whispered his name, and his heart paused its rhythm for her. She was going to kill him.
“Come, Sanem. Come with me.”
She looked up at him and it was a mix between the playful Sanem and this newly confident Sanem who knew what she wanted, and that was him.
She nodded, lower lip between her teeth, and he reached out to touch her lip. Her eyes twinkled as she flicked her tongue over the very tip of his finger and he found his jeans suddenly far, far too tight.
They escaped to the relative safety of the truck. Traffic was thick this time of day and he had to concentrate. They were stopped at a light when Sanem put her hand on his thigh and short circuited his mind.
He turned to stare at her. She gave him that smile. That smile. The one that made her eyes sparkle and said very clearly that she was enjoying herself, and him, and that there was perhaps something just a little wicked going on in her mind. Something that concerned him.
Then the honking behind them began.
He grabbed her jacket as she leaned out the window to tell the driver what she thought of the honking.
The driver behind them was unimpressed. Can held onto the jacket across the cab of his truck as he accelerated through the now green light. She settled back into the seat with a huff, crossed her arms over her chest. Can couldn’t help it, he was grinning like an idiot.
“I hope his car explodes.” She grumbled.
He nodded cheerful agreement.
She looked behind them, rolled the window down again, and gestured out the window. He couldn’t help it, he started laughing.
“What?”
“I think he understands your displeasure.”
She sniffed. “Good.”
Can hid the smirk behind his hand.
Sanem turned to look up at him. “What are we eating?”
He shrugged. “Gamze called a place they order to for their office. Panini and soda, she said.”
She smiled brightly. “Oh good. I’m starving.”
“You’re always starving.”
She nodded. “Yes, since I was a child. Leila is never hungry and eats like a bird. I am always hungry and eat like a horse.”
He reached over to tweak her knee. She shrieked and giggled. “Good, I like that you eat like a regular person.”
Sanem grinned at him from the passenger seat and Can decided that the day was perfect already. The combination of their scents wound through his truck, and he hoped that it would linger for some time.
He parked in front of Sanem’s home. She unlocked the door and looked around quickly.
“Your parents are at the store.”
She blinked and looked at him. He shrugged. “I talked to your father. Told him it was a work thing. Begged him not to be angry that I was going to steal you away.”
Sanem blushed and poked him in the chest.
“You, you, talked to my father?” She was incredulous. Can held his hands up.
“Yes, and told the truth, and now we are alone.” He gave her a slow smile and watched as the blush continued down her throat. He wanted very much to know what the blush tasted like. That thought was going to distract him all day.
“Come on then, I need to get things. Come upstairs with me.”
He kicked his shoes off and padded up the stairs behind her. He watched her hips move in the pink skirt, memorized the curve of her ass as the material clung and moved while she did.
He was going to go mad soon with wanting.
She opened the door to her bedroom, and he followed her in. Sanem turned to him and held her hand out and Can took it. She pulled and he laughed as this time she pulled him into her arms.
“So sure of yourself, suddenly.” He whispered.
She bit her lower lip, smiled shyly, and looked up at him. “I told you, Jan Davit, you are mine.”
He brushed a kiss against her hair. The wildflower scent of her filled his world.
“Pack, Sanem. We need to go.”
She moved away from him and closed the bedroom door. She had that look, that Sanem look that meant she was about to turn his life upside down again. She shook her head, hummed under her breath.
“No.”
He sighed in exasperation. “This really is a work trip.”
Sanem glided toward him. Her hands rested on his chest. Can tilted his head to meet her eyes.
“Surely we have a moment or two.”
He gave her a haughty look. “For what?”
Sanem reached up and brushed her fingertips against the back of his neck where she had put the scent on him earlier. Can closed his eyes as her fingers moved slowly over his shoulder, down his throat, and over his chest. She touched every exposed inch of skin on his body, slowly. She was exploring him.
“Oh, I don’t know.” She purred. Her voice was low and soft. Her fingers traced his collarbone above the neck of the shirt. He groaned. “Perhaps I missed the smell of you.”
He gasped as she leaned into him, went on her toes, and brushed her lips against his in a tender, fleeting kiss.
“Perhaps.” She murmured, her lips against his, “I wanted to remind you that you are mine.”
He groaned as she pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth. She was claiming him. He was lost. He was utterly, completely lost.
“Perhaps.” Sanem murmured, her lips undoubtedly leaving that pink lipstick everywhere they touched, “Perhaps I simply wanted to kiss you.”
He was trembling violently in her arms. Can left his eyes closed.
She was bold now. She had seen through him and his statement that they were just friends, and that he wanted to remain just friends. She had seen right through him. Admitting that his soul shook when he looked into her eyes had likely helped that along, he thought, before he couldn’t think any longer.
The woman in his arms stood on her toes, wound her arms around his neck, and kissed him properly. She kissed him like she had in the woods, drunk out of her mind thanks to Deren feeding her spiked fruit juice. But she was sober now, in her right mind, and she wanted him.
The soft curves of her body pressed against his and it robbed him of thought. Can buried a hand in her hair as he held her to himself.
When they parted, he leaned his forehead against hers. Her hair was a mess. He was breathing heavily, and his jeans were far too tight.
And he realized a moment later that she felt his arousal. He flushed, felt himself flush, as her dark eyes moved down and then back up to his face.
She blushed furiously.
“I. Can.”
He shook his head, caught her face between his hands. “It’s ok.”
She looked down and away and he waited. Waited for her to look back to him.
“I’ve never.” She whispered. Her voice was so low he barely heard her in the silence of the empty house. “I don’t know.”
He nodded. “I know.”
She moved closer again and he did moan softly as she leaned back against him. He was so hard.
Sanem wet her lips with the tip of her tongue and Can was going to lose his mind if they didn’t leave the room, the house, soon.
“I’ve never seen or felt…that, before.”
He wondered which of them were blushing harder. He bet it was a tie.
She was shy now. “I. Should pack.”
She moved away but he caught her wrist and pulled her back into his arms. He’d dated women from other countries, but this was Turkey, and this wasn’t how things were done with old fashioned, proper families. He was on fire for her.
His voice was thick when he managed to ask her. “Do you want to?”
Her eyes went wide, and her mouth formed an O.
His heart was in his throat as he waited for her answer.
She bit her lower lip again and met his eyes. Slowly, Sanem nodded. She was shy, uncertain. “Yes.” She breathed. “Yes.”
He shuddered at the desire in her eyes.
Can dipped his head. Sanem tilted hers a little to meet him. Their noses touched. They breathed each other’s breath. Her eyes closed. She trembled against him.
“You can. Sanem, I’m yours.”
She was panting now. He was panting. Slowly, hesitantly, her fingertips slid under his shirt, and he bit his lip. Her hands moved over his ribs, up his torso. It was such delicious torture, having her touch him.
She moved away suddenly. Her eyes were wide, her pupils huge.
“I’ll be back.” She told him. Turned to leave, stopped, came back to him. She stood on her toes and kissed him quickly and Can found himself following her lips with his own as she moved away again. “Stay.” She looked away and then back up at him. “Stay, please.”
All he could do was nod, dumbfounded. She opened the door and stuck her head out to look around. He realized she thought she’d heard something.
She nodded, grabbed a change of clothing, and sprinted down the hall.
He stood, so hard he ached, in her bedroom. Can wondered if he would ever have ten minutes with her that wasn’t interrupted somehow.
He busied himself looking around her room. He’d only been there before the one time and having been allowed inside her personal space was simply too much a temptation. He sat in the desk chair and looked at the things on her desk. Touched a mortar and pestle off to one side and then picked it up and sniffed. It smelled like him, like the fragrance she had made for him.
“There. Much better.”
She’d snuck up on him when he had been breathing in the spicy floral scent.
Her fingers came to rest on his shoulders. He looked up at her in the mirror and she smiled. She’d come back with a brush, shower things.
“You like it.” Her voice was lower than usual.
He nodded, the shy one now. “Very much.”
Sanem grinned down at him. “I’m glad.”
She turned, pulled a backpack out, and put the shower things in it, a shirt and sweatshirt, clean socks and underthings. He tried to get a better look at the underthings, but she kept her body between him and that drawer.
When she turned, there was something slick looking on her fingers, a wetness that hadn’t been there before. She moved closer to him, and he tilted his head back as she leaned close against him.
He rested his head against her shoulder. She reached for something off the desk, and he had no idea what her intent was until fingers coated in the combination of her scented cream and the crushed petals of the flower she’d made his cologne from brushed over his neck. He gasped.
Her eyes twinkled as he leaned back in the chair.
“You.” He couldn’t form more words.
Sanem simply smiled at him and Can somehow had a feeling this was payback for tormenting her previously.
She leaned over and brushed her fingers against his cheek. He leaned into her hand.
“We should go before someone comes home. The entire neighborhood has seen your truck parked out front for a bit now. My parents won’t be able to resist.”
He took a shaky breath.
Can stood, overwhelmed with how much he needed her.
Sanem cocked her head to the side, reached up again to tangle her fingers in his necklace, run them over his neck, up into his tightly restrained hair.
“You smell wonderful.” She whispered. She was clearly, clearly enjoying this.
“I can’t think.”
Her hand slid under his shirt again. Moved slowly over his abdomen and then over his ribs.
“Good.” She said decisively. “Good, I like when you can’t think.”
She hadn’t washed her hands. More of their combined scents marked his skin.
Anywhere she touched him, she claimed him.
Can moaned into the palm that cupped his cheek.
Her fingers moved hesitantly lower, and he fell to his knees before her as she touched him for the first time, through his jeans.
“Can! Are you ok?” She crouched, worried.
He was breathless and saw stars in his vision.
Can nodded. “Yes, yes. Give me a moment, Sanem you’re going to kill me.”
She looked down and then into his eyes. “Oh. Oh!”
He buried his face in her stomach.
It took him a few moments to be able to stand, and then to think about moving. He caught her hands and held them behind her. She gave him the irrepressible Sanem look that meant she would do whatever she wanted.
“We have two stops to make and a lot of driving.”
She nodded cheerfully. Her eyes moved over his chest, and he was going to be weak and let her go so she could touch him again and then her parents would, undoubtedly, come back home to find him naked in their daughter’s room. That would not end well.
“Please, we need to go.”
Sanem pouted at him. He picked her backpack up, threw it over his own shoulder, and took her hand in his free one.
She followed along more or less quietly which troubled him greatly. Sanem never did anything quietly. She was plotting something.
They made it to the truck just as her parents rounded the corner. He smiled, waved, and got the hell out of the neighborhood. She giggled like a fiend in the passenger seat.
Can growled.
He turned to her as they moved onto the highway. “When we get to my house, for the love of God will you stay in the truck. Please? I can’t think, I can’t control myself, and I have no idea if my brother has made it home yet.”
She pretended to think, with the tip of one finger between her lips.
“Sanem.” He growled.
“Mm? Yes?”
Can navigated the mid-day traffic to the outskirts of the city. “Stay in the truck, Sanem.”
She humphed, settled back with her phone, and waved at him.
Can made it into his room and put his forehead against the cool glass of his shower to catch his breath. He was burning up.
She’d touched him. Allah help him, she’d touched him. It had brought him to his knees, the force of his desire.
He splashed water on his face, but with every beat of his heart he caught more of the combination of perfume and cologne and the scent that had haunted him for months was all over his body.
He dried his face and pulled two thick towels out of the linen closet. He threw a shirt, pants, underthings into the duffle with his towels. Can scooped up his sunglasses he used when he was on the water with his kayak and threw those, in their case, in the bag as well. Added a brush and extra batteries for his camera. After a moment, he reached into the back of the closet and found his favorite sweater. It was cashmere, so old and worn it was entirely shapeless, and so soft he slept in it some nights when it was cold. He zipped the bag, looked around, and nodded. Good, time to go.
Somewhat to his amazement, Sanem was actually still in the truck where he’d asked her to wait. Following instructions wasn’t necessarily one of her best things.
Can threw his duffle bag into the back seat of the truck and started the ignition.
“Find everything?” She was polite. He was suspicious.
“Yes, thanks.”
Sanem nodded. “Mhm.”
He raised an eyebrow as he put his sunglasses on. She was being far too docile. He’d pay for this later, somehow. Of that he had no doubt whatsoever.
Sanem looked up from the phone. “How far are we from Compass’ offices?”
Can shook his head. “Maybe twenty minutes, depending on the damned traffic.”
She was focused intently on him now. “And where are we going we cannot drive back in a day?”
He shook his head. “It isn’t that it’s so far away, really. Traffic willing, we should be there in about an hour and a half.” He paused at the light. It seemed they were hitting every single traffic light in Istanbul today. “You have been to shoots and filming for the agency. Once you begin to shoot, you must review the photos, reshoot. Light is important, especially outside. Quality of light is very important. Some we will reshoot as the sun begins to fall.” He illustrated by lowering his hand. “As the sun gets lower, the light will become warm, golden, and this is the best time of day to shoot outdoors.”
Sanem seemed to be absorbing his words.
“So we will take photos, wait, take photos.”
He shrugged a little as the lights changed. “More or less. We will take things in sequences that make sense, just like we do when we’re filming. It will take several hours to set up, get things in the correct places. We still have to make it through the traffic. Pick up food and equipment, make it through yet more traffic. It’s just a process, that’s all.”
“Oh.” She nodded agreement. He knew that look.
“Oh?”
Sanem nodded. “Oh. You are finding an excuse to be away from the office with me.”
He laughed. “Well, yes.”
She nodded sagely. Leaned across the cab of the truck.
“I do not know how to do watersports, Can.” She whispered.
He reached over, touched her hair. “I know. You would drown yourself somehow. I know this. I have seen you in the outdoors and you scare me. I know how.”
She leaned closer, one hand on his thigh again. He shivered.
“Who is going to do the photos?”
He gave her a confident smile. “You are.”
He had the satisfaction of watching her jaw drop. She waved one hand in front of her face as if waving his words away.
“The last time I held your camera, I broke it into a thousand pieces.”
“Yes, well, this is a far, far less expensive camera. I will show you. You will be fine. It will be beautiful.”
She gave him the first uncertain look of the day. “As you say.”
Can nodded. “As I say. I am your boss.”
She snorted and waved his words away again. “Are you my boss when you invite me to run my hands over you?”
He felt himself blush.
She snickered.
Can concentrated on driving.
“That’s a no then.”
He ignored her.
Sanem leaned across the truck, put her head on his arm, and smiled at him upside down. It was impossible to ignore her as she lounged across his truck.
“No, not then.”
Her impish smile made him smile in return. She reached up, ran her fingers through his beard, and gave him that Sanem look that meant chaos was around the corner, ready to pounce at any second.
Can sighed, shook his head fondly, and switched hands on the wheel. He ran his fingers through her hair and tickled her ribs. “Sit up, we’re there.”
She slid lower in the truck until her head was on his thigh. He managed to swallow the groan that tried to crawl out of his mouth.
“But I like it here.”
He growled as Gamze waved from the front of the building.
“Sanem for the love of God sit up. Gamze can see me. And it will look as if.” He couldn’t say it out loud. She blushed prettily, lay in his lap for another couple of seconds just to prove her point, and then sat up as if she had been looking for something on the floor board of the truck.
Gamze’s face was a study in surprise.
“Here you are, you dropped your phone at the last light.”
He took his phone from her with a barely suppressed smile. “Thank you, Sanem. Gamze, thank you for arranging this on such short notice.”
His old friend did not bother to hide her smirk from him. She knew him too well, knew that he had fallen head over heels in love with Sanem without him saying a single word. She simply knew him that well.
Gamze shook her head and gestured for the kayak, paddle, and beach umbrella to be loaded into the back of his truck. Several large associates of their company helped him put the equipment in, tarp it over to keep it clean of road debris and tie it down.
Gamze’s personal assistant ran out with a box of take out. And then they were free.
Then they were alone.
Can turned on GPS on his phone so it would tell him what the traffic was doing and if he needed to reroute.
Sanem made an excellent copilot. She unwrapped and handed him his sandwich, unscrewed the cap from his soda and put it in the cup holder with the lid finger tight but not off so it wouldn’t spill. They chatted amiably as he drove. Can found himself relaxing for the first time in several days. For the first time since Gamze had outed Aylin’s company as having stolen their entire campaign.
“What does not make sense to me, at all.” Sanem said around a mouth full of sandwich, “Is why she steals from us. Does she have no talent of her own?”
He blinked and tilted his head. “What?”
Sanem poked him hard in the thigh with one finger. “Aylin. Haven’t you been listening? Why does she steal? Is she not any good? I swear, I don’t understand.”
Can blinked.
He’d never thought of that.
Why was she stealing? Aylin was a lot of things he didn’t like, but she was also intelligent and had a certain skill for design. Why keep stealing? Why try so HARD at it?
“I admit I was so angry I never thought about it like that.”
Sanem spread her hands. “I cannot stop thinking about it. She just does the same thing. She steals campaigns, to try to steal clients. But if she has any skill, why does she need to do it?”
He took a long slow sip of his soda. “That, Sanem, is an excellent question. I will email my father, maybe he has an idea.”
She picked up her own drink and looked through the windshield.
“Why not bring your own kayak?”
He shook his head. “Mine isn’t the right kind. This is a sea going one. Mine isn’t meant for that. And this one is branded with their logo and colors. We’ll do some all blacked out like the rest of the ads, but some we’ll make sure you see the logos and colors.”
She nodded. Then slid sideways and put her head on his leg again.
He groaned. “What are you doing? Crazy woman.”
She smiled brightly. “I like this. Very comfortable. Good for my back.”
Can snorted. “I see.”
He decided to ignore her as best he could. They weren’t far from their destination.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”
He shook his head.
“Why not?”
“Because it’s a surprise.”
She frowned and pouted at him. “Can.”
“No, I said.”
She took one hand, cool and damp from the soda bottle, and slid it inside his shirt as he drove. Her look was pure mischief.
“Sanem, I will crash the truck.”
She shook her head.
“I will. You drive me to distraction.”
Her palm moved over his chest. He shivered.
“Cold?” She was all innocence now. “Should I turn the heat on?”
“Not cold.”
She nodded sagely. “Too warm? Air conditioning?”
He ground his teeth.
“We’re going somewhere there won’t be people on the beach, somewhere private I can put the kayak in and out as many times as necessary. I don’t want to have to edit too much out, there isn’t enough time. I brought my computer, we can work on it after we lose the light.”
Sanem hummed in his lap, and he sighed and looked down at her. She smiled brightly at him.
“That look on your face worries me every time.”
She gave him an innocent face. “What look?”
Can traced the shape of her cheek with one finger. “That one. The one that makes your eyes dance and your smile change and makes me too warm and too cold and all I want is to be near you.”
She caught his hand and pressed a kiss in to his palm and Can shifted in his seat. His pants were definitely too tight again. Perhaps they had shrunk in the wash.
“We’re nearly there. Sit up so you can see the view.”
Sanem sat up again and he watched as her eyes widened.
“Where are we?”
He got out of the truck, unlocked the gate, drove through, and then locked it behind himself.
“This is my aunt’s house. She lives in Spain with her second husband now, they come now and again. We oversee it for her, which is why I have the keys.”
He watched as Sanem took in the sprawling villa. They wound their way off the paved drive to a gravel road that wound down the hill and toward the sea.
“They have their own beach?”
He nodded. “It’s shared with villas on either side, but this time of year the neighbors aren’t around, they’re older now and these are summer homes. Their grandchildren, who are a little older than I am, should not be around either. Here we are, come on.”
He climbed into the back of the truck, careful of the tie downs. He unhooked them, they unstrapped everything, and Sanem wound them neatly for use later. Can got the tarps off, and she managed to help him get the sea kayak out of the truck without hurting herself or breaking anything. The day was going well so far.
It took several trips to get everything to the edge of the water. He stood on the very edge of the sea with his shoes off and watched waves come in for a few moments.
Sanem came and rested against his back. Her arms came around him and he wrapped his hands around her wrists.
“I wish we could stay here like this forever.” She murmured.
Can leaned his head backward. “Yes.”
Her hands tightened in his loose shirt, and he closed his eyes. The moment was perfect. The salt tang of ocean, the woman behind him, the sun on his face.
“What next?” Sanem asked.
Can sighed. “Now I get wet and very cold.”
She moved away from him. “The water is going to be freezing.”
He nodded. “Yes, but I can’t get into the kayak without getting wet.”
He went back to the truck, put it between them, and changed out of jeans, tshirt, and sneakers to swim trunks. He put on water shoes and his kayak sunglasses with the strap that would keep them in place. Then he reached up and let his hair down. It was odd, a little, she hadn’t seen him with his hair down yet. Even after catching him in the shower more than once.
Towels in hand, he headed toward the water.
Sanem’s mouth opened. He paused, kissed her hard, and then dove into the frigid water.
He came out, reached up to push the hair out of his face, to find her with his camera in her hand, taking photos of him. He’d shown her the basics.
She was taking photos of him. Just him. In the water. He’d look naked, the water was about mid-way up his stomach.
Can froze.
Sanem lowered the camera to look into his eyes. He could see the flush on her skin from where he was. She raised the camera again, deliberately, and took another photo of him.
God. Allah, he prayed, help me. This woman unmakes me with a look.
She brought the camera down again and stood at the edge of the water to watch him. Sanem looked away, shook her head, and then back to him. Can began to move again. He grabbed the nose of the sea kayak and got it into the water. Sanem handed him the paddle and he got in, pushed off with the paddle, and began to row.
She would call out to him from the beach from time to time. Left, right. Can you stay there?
After perhaps fifteen minutes he brought it back to the shore to check the photos. She took more pictures of him getting out of the kayak.
For some reason he did not entirely feel the cold.
Wrapped in a towel he leaned over Sanem’s shoulder to look at the photos.
“You have a natural eye. The artist in your soul has a gift for this.” He murmured. Can tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear as he leaned close. “This one, here is very good. Perfect. Let’s try again, yes?”
She tilted her head back toward him and her shoulders were close to his chest now. He leaned his head forward just a little and tried not to drip on her.
Wildflower and salt air.
“How much longer do you need to be wet and freezing?”
He laughed. “Well, enough to give us choices for photos. Then we will try some on the beach, and then we will hopefully have what we want and can go where it is warm and dry and work on the campaign.”
“Mhm.”
Sanem turned to look up at him and she was too close, and her wild fragrance filled his world. Can tilted his head, wiped his face and beard again, before he kissed her softly. One small hand came up to caress his face.
When he came away from the kiss, he leaned his forehead against hers. “That will warm me.”
She was trembling against him, and it was delicious, perfect, beautiful. When he was alone with her it was perfect and some part of him was trying to decide how to keep them alone together forever.
But there was nothing for it but to get back into the water. Which was only a little over sixty degrees.
They did two more repetitions of him in the kayak before he was too cold to try for more.
Can toweled off vigorously. He had to get out of the cold, wet trunks.
“Turn around.” He nudged her with his hand. “I need to change.”
Sanem gave him one of her flirty, defiant smiles but turned. His remaining dry towel hung off her hand and he dropped the trunks, grabbed the towel, and dried the rest of himself off as fast as he possibly could. When he came up, she held his sweatpants for him, so they hadn’t gotten full of sand. He head was half turned toward him, eyes closed, and the smile that played over her lips was decidedly impish.
Can took the sweatpants. Or meant to. Sanem’s fingers tightened in the fabric at the same time, and he stumbled in the deep, soft sand. He caught himself against her, one hand on her hip. Naked, pressed against her from behind.
She gasped and he made a noise somewhere between shock and arousal.
“Sanem.” He whispered her name against her ear.
“I. I’m. Sorry.” She murmured.
He wanted to taste the blush on her skin.
Again.
He couldn’t think when he was with her. At all. He turned into this, into this quivering thing that lived for her smile, her touch, and her need.
She released the pants, and he took a step back, wiped his feet off on the towel he’d dropped, and pulled his sweatpants on, quickly. By the time the waistband settled on his hips she had turned around.
His arousal was obvious, pressed against the soft cloth.
Sanem blushed furiously but her eyes moved back and forth from his to his body. Soon there would be a damp stain across the front of the pants.
She looked away and the sea breeze whipped her hair across her cheeks, so he lost sight of her face.
Allah preserve me, Can thought. Allah preserve me.
He pulled his sweatshirt on and caught her hand. He took the camera.
A dozen rapidly shot photos of her against the green and white umbrella with the Compass Sport logo across it, and him posing minus his shirt with their surf board finished their photo shoot for the day.
They packed the equipment up, back into his truck, in uncharacteristic silence. She was wherever he was. Their hands touched. They were too close. He kissed her cheek, the top of her head absently half a dozen times before he knew he’d done it.
She put her head on his chest and just leaned into him after the last one and Can closed his eyes and simply held her.
He was lost.
“Would you like to go up to the cottage? I need to shower and get warm. I smell like low tide and my hair is stiff with the salt.” He moved his fingers through the wild tangle of Sanem’s hair. How she’d get a brush through it he’d no idea.
She nodded against him, but her hands tightened in his sweatshirt.
“So cold.” She murmured, burying closer to him. Her lips moved against his throat, and he wasn’t cold at all.
Can bent, pulled the shapeless sweater out of his bag. “Here, put this on. We need to get you up to the house.”
She pulled back enough to help him pull the sweater down over her head. Can shook himself as the wind picked up and went through the clothing he’d pulled on.
“Come, you’re blue.” She took his hand.
He nodded. Pulled her hard and wrapped his arms around her to steal a kiss.
Sanem melted against him. Her hand came up to tangle in the necklaces he’d left on.
When he needed air more than he needed to keep kissing her, Can pulled back. She looked as dazed as he felt.
“Warmer.” Her mouth twitched.
He gave her a sheepish grin and opened the door to the truck.
The short drive to his aunt’s cottage wasn’t enough time for the engine to produce heat. They shivered until he pulled into the driveway. Can dug the keys out of his bag and let them in. All they brought were their bags and his camera and computer. The equipment was safe enough in his truck for the night.
“Cottage.” Sanem looked around, wide eyed.
He shrugged. “My aunt is a very successful architect. She designed it.”
Light woods, airy open spaces.
“There is a kitchen, a porch that will be too cold for tonight to sit upon, which is a shame. The views are beautiful. There is only one bedroom. When we were children, we would sleep together in the living room. My parents took the big couch.”
He watched her look around. It was a beautiful house. He put his bag down on the table near the fire place. There was wood still, excellent. Can built a fire, and then pulled the sweatshirt off over his head.
“I need to wash the salt out of my hair. There are menus for delivery on the refrigerator. Order whatever you like, I will pay for it when I’m clean and warm.”
Sanem waved acknowledgment. Can took both their bags into the bedroom. He would give her the bed and take the couch in the living room. God knew he had slept there enough years of his life.
He’d come here for a week straight once, after the last explosion with his mother, and had stayed here, alone, and spoken to no one.
He grabbed shampoo and body wash and conditioner out of his bag, a heavy plastic comb, and went to shower.
It took two washes to get all the salt out of his hair and beard. He let the conditioner soak in as hot water ran down his body. He was finally close to warm.
He rested a hand on his abdomen and took a deep breath. All he smelled was the clean scent of the soap. His fingers moved over his ribs and stomach, where she’d marked him with her scent earlier. The sea had washed the scent off, but all traces of it, of her being close in his arms, were now gone and he mourned for it.
Her lips had been against his throat when she’d murmured she was cold. The heat that friction had created in him had made him forget the cold water and the wind that went right through his clothing.
Can sighed and reached for the towel he’d left on the glass door of the shower. He opened his eyes when he didn’t feel it.
He’d forgotten to pick up a towel.
Shit.
He shut the water off and opened the shower door.
He froze as Sanem came into the bedroom from the living room. She stopped cold, her eyes went wide, her mouth dropped open. She waved a hand before her eyes, shook her head, waved her hand again, and then tilted her head to the side to look at him.
For perhaps ten or fifteen seconds they simply stared at one another. Her eyes moved down his body and this time there wasn’t so much as a towel between them.
His arousal was very, very obvious.
She reached one hand out toward him.
Allah, if she touched him now, he would not be able to control his response. Not like this.
Sanem tilted her head to the side. Her lips were parted. Those big dark eyes moved over all of him.
He couldn’t move.
She took a step closer.
Can was trembling. He knew it. He could feel his body shake. She’d never known a man, and he had been too long drowning in his desire for her.
Another step closer.
He closed his eyes as her fingertips grazed his jaw.
He tilted his head to lean into her hand as her palm flattened against his cheek.
His heart thundered in his chest, pounded against his ribs.
He could smell her, the wildflower scent that drove him mad.
Her lips found his.
He was going to explode.
She took a step back and he opened his eyes finally.
“You are very beautiful.” She whispered.
He couldn’t speak. All he could do was want her.
“I’ll, um. Give you a moment.” She looked down again and her fingers twitched as if they wanted to reach out and had not asked her brain for permission. She nodded. “I will give you a moment, to, um, dry. Yes.”
She took a step back.
“Sanem.” His voice was hoarse and lower than usual, and he didn’t sound entirely like himself.
She looked up.
“I do not mind you looking.”
She blinked.
Can found the towel and reached up to dry hair that was now steadily dripping cold water down his back. Sanem sat on the edge of the bed and simply watched.
Her eyes moved down, and he grinned to himself.
“Is that. Um. Is that. Normal?” She squeaked, coughed, and pretended she wasn’t staring at him with desire written openly across her face.
“When I feel like this, yes.” His own voice wasn’t any steadier.
She leaned forward, elbow on her knee, chin in her hand. “And how is it you feel?”
He dried himself the rest of the way and then went to sit opposite her on the bed. He pulled a blanket down across his chest. It was colder in here. Outside the wind picked up, whipped the water below into a froth of white.
Can took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds.
Truth, man, he thought to himself. Give her the truth.
She picked up his camera from where he’d put it on the duvet. He’d checked it briefly before he’d showered to make sure sand hadn’t gotten in. He watched as Sanem fidgeted with the strap.
“I feel like I belong to you. Like my heart has found its home in your hands.”
Her eyes came up from the camera, startled. Warmth came to the surface. She didn’t answer him, and it made him nervous.
Instead, she raised the camera.
“You feel as if you are mine?”
He nodded.
She looked at the camera and then looked up at him. “Perhaps I should capture you then?”
Can swallowed hard as she brought the lens up. The shutter clicked. She. She. She.
Sanem looked at him over the camera for a few heartbeats. Then raised it again.
“Put your hand on your stomach.”
He did as she instructed. His other arm he put behind his head to be comfortable.
Her tongue touched her lips quickly and she took another couple of photos.
“I will wash.” She decided and put his camera down. “You order the food.”
She took her backpack and went into the bathroom.
He was shaking. Slick wetness made his shaft slippery.
She left the door to the bathroom cracked open.
He heard the water turn on and looked just in time to see the lightly frosted glass close behind her. He could see her through the glass, the silhouette of her in the light.
Can stood, pulled his sweatpants back on.
He put his shoulder against the bathroom door and watched. The outline of her through the frosted glass was a tantalizing tease.
When the water shut off, he moved away, went into the kitchen to find menus. He had wanted her alone, wanted her to himself, and he had gotten his wish.
With hands that couldn’t stop trembling, he dialed the phone and placed an order. They were busy, it would be an hour, if that was acceptable. He assured the restaurant it was fine and hung up.
Can put his hands on the counter.
“What did you order?”
When he turned to answer the question, he lost the ability to breathe.
All she wore was his old, soft sweater.
And a smile.
“Do not move. For the love of God, do not move.”
He darted into the bedroom and came back out with the camera.
She raised an eyebrow and titled her head.
“Just like that. Don’t move.”
He took four photos quickly.
“Sit there, please.”
She sunk onto the long, low couch near the fire. Can used just the firelight. Perfect. She was perfect.
“Beautiful. Sanem, you are beautiful.”
She held her hand out to him. There was no way he was getting any work done today.
Can put the camera on the table and went to her. He took her hand and let her pull him down next to her. He pulled the old, worn blanket over them.
Her arms wound around his neck, and she was too close.
“I have never seen a man completely naked before.” Her voice trembled. Her face flamed crimson. Sanem pressed close to him. Her lips rested against his cheek. Can closed his eyes as her wildflower scent filled his reality. He was drowning in her, in his need for her, in his desire to make her his own. Her body shook a little and he rested a hand at the small of her back while the other slid beneath her hair to rest against her neck. He couldn’t get close enough. He couldn’t touch her enough.
“I have no experience.” She whispered.
He licked his lips and nodded.
Her hand moved over his chest. One fingertip traced the tattoo.
“Did you like, earlier, when…” She trailed off, unable to say it.
He nodded, his breath coming harder and faster.
Her hand cupped his cheek, and he raised his head to look into her eyes.
“Yes.” He breathed, his lips moving against hers.
Sanem nodded, her fingers moved over his face, her hand traced the lines of his chest.
Their noses touched. He breathed the same air she breathed.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you, in the shower.” He was babbling and couldn’t stop.
“Oh? How so?”
He nipped her earlobe and grinned in satisfaction at her groan. She pressed closer against him.
“I was sad when I couldn’t smell you on me any longer. I traced where your hands had been, on my skin, marking me with your scent, but it was gone.”
“Is that so?” This tone of voice was playful, teasing, and tender. He nodded, too close to her.
“It is so.” Her jaw was beneath his lips. Can kissed his way along her jaw to her neck and felt her shudder.
“Well, perhaps we could fix it.”
He nodded, nibbled over her shoulder, exposed by the too big neck of his sweater.
Cool slickness moved over his skin, and he paused and groaned into her shoulder. Wildflowers wafted up between them, wildflowers and that earthy spicy scent she had made for him.
“I mixed a little together.” She admitted. Her fingers traced the same path over his abdomen as they had earlier. “I made them to be parts of a whole, separate but better together.”
He nodded.
Her fingertips brushed the waistband of his pants. Can nodded again.
“I. I. Can, I.”
He licked his lips as the back of her knuckles grazed the throbbing part of his body that demanded attention.
“Yes.” He managed to whisper. “Yes. Please.”
She looked up, into his eyes. He could not believe it was happening.
She tugged at the elastic, and he shifted to help her.
He was naked, in her arms.
His heart would break his ribs as it beat itself to shreds trying to get to her.
When she drew a single fingertip along the length of his trembling, shaking erection he groaned out loud.
“Can Divit.” She whispered into his neck. “You are mine, Can Divit.”
He nodded.
Her fingers moved over his shaft slowly, exploring. Marking. The combination of his scent and hers marked him, there. He was going to lose his mind. Everywhere she touched him, she left a trace of the intertwined essences of their scents.
He hissed as her hand closed around him.
His hips bucked against her hand, and she gasped, giggled, buried her face against his throat and kissed him. She sucked his skin into her mouth, and he moaned her name.
“Yes. Sanem. God yes.”
He leaned back to look into her eyes before he kissed her, slowly. Her lips parted for him, and he kissed her long and deep, with all the passion in his soul. All the passion he had for her.
She caressed him until he was ready to explode.
“So wet.” She murmured as her fingertips played with him. “Is this normal?”
Can shook his head. “No, not always no.” He was having a hard time putting words together. “Only when the man is very, very turned on, very much turned on.”
The smile that moved over her face was predatory. He decided that was the only word for it.
“I…see.”
His hips moved on their own. He moaned again.
“Sanem. God! Sanem, I am going to lose control soon.”
He looked into her eyes. Pleaded with her silently to understand that she was making him insane.
“If I continue to do this.” She leaned close and his hands were full of her hair.
“I am going to come for you if you keep doing that.” He breathed.
Her eyes widened still more. “You. Your skin.”
He was panting. “Yes, that. When I am like this, my skin blushes.”
She traced the dusky pink his face and chest had blushed.
“I am doing this to you?”
He gasped as she ran her thumb over the sensitive head of his cock. “Yes. Sanem, God, please, yes. Yes, like that. Sanem, I can’t. I can’t.”
Can wrapped his fingers over hers, showed her how to touch him, how to stroke him, what felt good to him. He moaned as she got the rhythm, as her fingers tightened around him.
She kissed him, and he fisted a hand in her hair as orgasm crashed over him. He whimpered into her mouth and her fingers closed instinctively over his shaft. She squeezed him, rhythmically, as he came and it prolonged and intensified his orgasm.
Can floated. God how had it been that good?
She looked down at him in wonder as he came back to himself, covered in the sticky slickness of his orgasm.
Dark eyes watched him hungrily. He reached a shaking hand up to touch her face.
She blushed but held his eyes, leaned into his touch.
“You’ve never?” Can whispered. She shook her head, looked away.
“Sanem.”
Her eyes came back to him.
“Can I make you feel good like this?”
Her eyes went wide.
The doorbell rang and he cursed the delivery driver.
“You stay. I’ll get it.”
He cleaned himself up with a kitchen towel, grabbed his wallet off the counter, and went to pay for dinner.
The driver nodded thanks for the tip and left with a bit of a smirk on his face.
He smelled like perfume and sex. Can sighed.
They ate, leaning into one another, feeding each other from their respective dinners, backs to the fire.
He couldn’t remember when he’d been happier in all his life.
Outside the wind had picked up to a howl like some great creature. Sanem leaned into him, and he wrapped an arm around her. The temperature was dropping, and he was glad of the fire. The heat system was designed mostly to keep anything from freezing in the winter, and for mild spring and fall cool days. It wasn’t designed for winter temperatures.
“It is all right.” He murmured. “We are high up on the hill and the ocean winds whip by here.”
She nodded and took another bite of fish before a crash shook the house. All the electric light went with it. They huddled together instinctively.
“What happened?” Her voice was small and frightened.
Can shook his head. “I do not know. Stay here. Stay by the fire. I will go look.”
He found his sneakers, wished he had boots with him, and pulled his jacket on. Outside the door wind howled, pulled at his jacket, his hair. It went right through his sweatpants, as did the rain, and he was wet and chilled nearly immediately. Can shivered, tied his hair back, and edged cautiously out of the house. His truck was unharmed, so the problem was further up the driveway. With a sigh, he tugged the hood to his jacket closed and began to work his way beyond the gate. He shoved his hands as far into the pockets of the jacket as they would go and made his way further down the hill. He had rounded the corner so that the sea and house were behind him when the problem became visible. Can shook his head. There was nothing for it, then, he thought, they were stuck for a little while. A tree, a big one, had come down the hill with the wind. He could see that it had taken power lines with it. And it blocked the driveway. There was no way around it, the road and drive had been cut into the mountain.
He shrugged. They couldn’t go near it until the power company shut the lines off. He retreated to the house and pulled the door securely shut behind himself.
“What was it?”
He shook his head and went to the counter where he’d left his phone. With the power out there was no wifi. He had one bar. Terrific.
He texted Deren quickly. Told her where they were, asked her to tell Sanem’s sister they were all right, but may be stuck more than overnight. Asked her to contact the property management company to handle it tomorrow. He hit send and didn’t know if it had gone through. One bar quickly became no signal. Can was suspicious that towers had gone down in the wind as well.
“A tree took the power lines down and has blocked the road. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me until the property management companies come to check on the houses.”
Sanem’s eyes went wild.
“Stuck? We can’t get out? Can!”
He was soaked and frozen.
“The lines are live, and the tree has pinned them to the blacktop. It is preventing fire, but it is trapping us here. We are safe, the fire will give us light and heat.”
She stood and went to him. Her hands on his face were scalding. Sanem shook her head. She went to the fire and picked up a blanket and came back.
“I have seen all of you, and you are frozen. Quickly. Take the wet things off. I will get your bag with the dry things. And towels.”
He started to protest but she untied his sweatpants. She muttered to herself under her breath as the sodden string fought her.
“Sanem, it’s not.”
Dark eyes looked up at him calmly in the candlelight. “You are shivering so hard you shake and don’t even know you’re doing it. You need to get dry and warm.”
When she got the knot in his sweatpants undone and they hit the tile floor with a wet splat he decided she was right, and that he was both colder and wetter than he had realized.
“Ugh.” Sanem made a face. “I was going to hang them by the fire but they’ll destroy the floor, wet like this. We’ll hang them in the shower until they drip a bit. Get your shirt off, it’s not any drier. Didn’t you zip the jacket?”
She was mothering him, and it was both frustrating and endearing. He handed her the shirt and watched as she took the sodden pile into the bedroom. He moved closer to the fire, wrapped in the warm blanket. Before long Sanem returned with her cell phone in one hand on flashlight, an armload of towels and her brush in the other hand.
“Sit, sit. You’re still shivering.”
Can sank to the nest of blankets she’d made in front of the fireplace and let his breath out slowly as he began to warm, finally. His back, neck, and shoulders had locked into a single great knot of muscle in the cold, and it felt as if he were beginning to thaw slowly. Behind him, Sanem knelt and worked the brush patiently through his wind tangled hair. The damp towel she’d already hung near to the fire. Warm and dry, he began to doze with her hands in his hair.
This was bliss, he was convinced. This was a perfect moment.
Her fingers were deft and skilled and nearly lulled him to sleep.
“I like this.” She murmured. “I like having you to myself. I like being able to do something silly like this. My sister used to brush my hair for me, when we were children, and it always made me so happy.”
He hummed softly in agreement.
“There. All better.”
He leaned his head backward against her shoulder. Sanem draped her arms around him.
Her lips brushed his throat and he groaned softly. Her lips were warm, not searingly so. He decided he’d thawed most of the way out. He didn’t want to move. Having been that chilled the warmth had made him very tired.
Truthfully, he didn’t want to leave her arms. He was at peace with her in a way he’d never been with anyone else. The moment stretched on, bathed in golden firelight, and he was content to float in the warmth of her touch. Her breath was hot against his shoulder.
Sanem kissed his neck again, then worked her way down his shoulder. Small, gentle kisses. Each one heated his blood more. He shifted and the blanket fell open across his chest.
Sanem made a soft noise as her fingertips moved to trace the albatross tattoo. Her fingernails on his skin made him squirm. He had no idea how long they’d been like this, how long they’d cuddled and luxuriated in blankets and each other without a word.
She cleared her throat.
“Is there food in the house anywhere?”
Can nodded. “Yes, there are canned goods in the pantry. And there is sufficient firewood for several days. Power outages aren’t uncommon here. There should be enough bottled water. I think there’s a tea pot too, we can put it near the fire to boil.”
He craned his neck backward to find her smile at the thought of hot tea.
“I should be afraid. Normally I would be afraid. I don’t like the dark.” Sanem grinned at him, shook her head. “But I am here with you, so I am not afraid.”
He reached up to tangle his fingers in her hair.
Her smile changed.
“You are different.” He whispered as he brushed his lips over her collar bone. Sanem shivered and it wasn’t from cold. “You’re confident. With me, I mean.”
She moved a little, tilted her head in that way she had. She looked into his eyes for a while.
“You never said you weren’t mine.”
He blinked and then felt the slow smile spread across his face. Sanem trailed her thumb over his lower lip.
“No, I didn’t.”
The pad of her thumb moved over his cheek bone. She cradled his face in her hand. He leaned into her without thinking.
“You act like you’re mine.” He had to strain to hear her voice.
He didn’t have anything else to say. Sanem’s eyes glittered in the firelight. She had him. She’d seen through him. Here, alone, together, she saw his soul. He reached up and back and pulled her lips down to his and she kissed him back with passion that stirred his soul. And other things. The blanket fell away and he felt the fire’s warmth on his skin.
When he broke the kiss, her eyes moved over him hungrily. She wasn’t the only one who wanted more.
“May I?” He whispered. She took a shaky breath and nodded. Can moved around so she knelt facing him.
He trailed his fingertips up her leg, over her hip. He brought the sweater with it and exposed more skin as he did.
When the swell of her hip was visible, he had to taste her skin.
His lips brushed that sensitive skin and she moaned.
He kissed her ribs next.
And then her belly button, which made her giggle and squirm.
He smelled her arousal. He smelled how much she wanted him.
He looked up, his fingertips danced just above her sex.
“Sanem?”
She nodded. A little afraid, like he was, that something would ruin this moment. She slowly, slowly, slid out of his sweater.
Can pulled the blanket around them.
“I want to make you feel good.” He whispered to her.
Her fingers moved through his hair, and she nodded. Sanem, who spoke constantly, had run out of words.
His fingers moved over her skin, and everywhere he touched her, he trailed kisses along behind. Her quiet gasps and moans drove him on.
When her breath hitched in her throat as he brushed fingers over the damp folds of her sex for the first time, it almost made him lose control completely.
She moaned his name.
Very, very slowly he began to rub his thumb over her clit. Her hips squirmed under his fingers.
He kissed her when she moaned again, told him she couldn’t, it was too much. He slowed his attentions and kissed her until she calmed and then began again. He built her up, cooled her, built her up again, over and over until the smell of her arousal was so thick in the room he could taste it.
She begged him, begged him to stop, not to stop. Begged and he didn’t think she knew what she was begging for, but she begged, sobbed his name.
Very gently, he lay her back in the pile of blankets and kissed his way down to her nipples. She cried out, her spine bowed for him as he placed a gentle kiss over one.
He didn’t need words.
He needed her.
All he needed was her.
He nibbled on the hard, hot point. Sucked it between his lips and scraped it with his teeth as she keened for him.
When she shook in his arms, he switched, moved his lips to the other nipple.
Sanem writhed beneath him.
Can moved back up, nibbled her throat. Her arms went around him and he very slowly lowered himself so his hips pressed between her legs. She cried out as his shaft rubbed between the slick wet folds of her sex.
“Do you want me to stop?” His mouth moved against her throat.
She shook her head frantically.
“No?”
Her fingernails scored his back. Can chuckled to himself.
Then he moved slowly down between her legs and began to lick.
She threw her head back and the moan she gave him was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. He sucked the nub of nerves between his lips as he’d done with her nipples and began to move his tongue over it. Over and over and over until his chin was drenched in her juices and she trembled on the edge of a cataclysmic orgasm.
When he slid a finger into her, slowly at first, Sanem screamed.
He looked up in surprise as he felt her walls clench around his finger.
She was flushed. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open, and she was rigid in his arms.
Allah. Oh God.
She came down slowly. Her eyes were dazed, glazed over with lust.
He leaned on his elbow above her.
“Are you all right?”
She gave him a loopy, smug, satisfied smile and nodded.
He found the towel she’d hung near the fire and dried his face a little.
She reached up and tangled her hand in his hair, drew him down to her.
“Hm?”
Her lips were against his ear as she breathed what she wanted from him.
He swallowed.
All of him. She wanted him. She wanted all of him.
“Sanem, I don’t have a condom.”
She shook her head. Waved a hand before her face before she touched him. It was tender, it was a lover’s touch.
“Pills.”
He shook his head.
“I. The doctor put me on birth control pills. I had.” She paused and then took a deep breath and gathered her courage. “I had awful cramps. Couldn’t stand. They put me on birth control to even it out. Three years ago. It’s ok.”
“Oh.”
She reached up.
“Love you.” She whispered. “Love you, Can, so much. Please. Please, I want you.”
He fit himself to her body.
“Breathe.”
She nodded.
He flexed his hips slowly. Allah, she was so tight. So tight.
Can clenched his teeth. He would not last long, not the way she felt around him.
He butted up against something and blinked in surprise. She dug her nails into his shoulders and he leaned his forehead against the top of her head.
“It will hurt, but only for a moment. Are you sure?”
“Yes. Can, yes.”
He flexed his hips again and broke the barrier. She cried out and he held her, reached down to play with her clit again as her body registered pain.
Her fingers dug harder into his shoulder.
“Sanem, ok?”
She nodded. “Yes. Yes, it’s better.”
Can moaned into her ear as he flexed his hips slowly. Her hands dug into him, scored his back. He would be bleeding before long but he didn’t care.
Allah. Oh, Allah.
Sanem brought her legs around his hips and he rocked himself into her. It took ever bit of self control he had not to pound himself into her. He rocked into her. Can pulled himself up on his forearms, held her face between his hands, and watched bliss move over her face as he moved inside her.
“Mine.” He whispered. “Sanem Aydin, you are mine.”
She gave him a smile that would have stopped his heart had it not been beating so hard.
Her hand reached up, tangled in his hair. She was close again, he could feel her body as it shook beneath him.
She cried out, her hips arched up hard against his and her body fluttered around his shaft as she climaxed.
“Can!”
He bit his lower lip. She was so tight. So tight. So hot.
He moaned as he flooded her with his seed.
Claimed. He panted as the thought echoed through his mind. Claimed. She was his.
He lay still in her arms, her hands tight against his back, her legs locked around his hips.
They gasped for breath.
She pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him hard and deep. It was a slow, sure, confident kiss.
“Mine.” She whispered against his lips. He couldn’t move away from her. He couldn’t be so much as a hair’s breadth away from her. “Can Divit, you are mine. You are mine.”
He buried his face against her neck.
“Yes.” He whispered. “Yes, Sanem.” He rocked his hips again, pressed himself against her. “Yes, I am yours.”
She laughed quietly. He pulled back to see the fierce joy on her face.
Outside the storm raged. He hoped it lasted a long time.