Her bed was now empty. Dread and fear prickling through him, he lunged from the sofa, and sprinted toward the bathroom. It, too, was empty. His breaths coming rapidly, he materialized in each of the bedrooms first. Finding them empty, he searched the first floor living room, bathroom, study and kitchen. It took mere seconds but already full-blown panic seized him. She left you again, his conscience sneered. He materialized outside; instantly scenting her, his nerves began to soothe. Still, he sprinted toward the sandy beach. There, he found her lying on the sand, sunbathing—topless. Mouth gaping open, his eyes devoured her inch by breathtaking inch. Unable to help himself, he stopped dead and stared at her perfectly rounded, plump breasts. His gaze then trailed down her flat stomach to her legs, admiring her smooth, unblemished skin. Only a skimpy hot-pink bikini bottom covered her and barely. Mine, he thought, adjusting the bulge in his pants. He glanced around the beach wondering who else had been privileged enough to enjoy watching what was only his to see.
