She turned her face and broke free anyway and looked up at him with frightened eyes. He took a calming breath, realizing he was scaring her. He’d a...so left the mark of his fingers on her delicate cheeks. “Baby, it’s not your fault. I just want to know. God! I didn’t touch you at all last night even though you were crawling all over me, begging—“ At her chagrined look, he stopped that line of thought. “Just tell me why you flush so red every time I ask you what happened last night.” Abigail. "Make it lively girl." he laughs as if he has heard the greatest joke of all."I am called Chronos," I make my voice echo hollowly "Old-man-time." I accentuate the man part of the description.I glance over at Nimrod to see if he has understood my meaning. He pats my behind in response. This is going to be a fun party, now that the negotiations are over. ... The three of us make our way over to the a banks of tables. Food is being put out, but it is still catch as catch can. We put Saul in the. I noticed a blush appearing on her face. At first I thought she was feeling some mild embarrassment about Mark seeing her in a bikini, in which she looked impossibly attractive. However I glanced back at Mark and immediately realised that wasn’t the case.Mark was wearing snugly fitted bathing trunks, not quite as showy as a speedo, but certainly within the realm. Men typically only wear the sort when they are proud of something, and it was obvious that Mark was proud of what he was packing.. He wanted to touch her everywhere, to slide his hands up and down her sides, along her flanks; to slide them around to cup her buttocks; to slide them up again to caress her breasts. He wanted to press his hand into her crotch, into its swirling dark covering, a place where a man could lose himself.He stood. He raised his hands tentatively, dropped them to his sides again, and then timidly placed his sweating palms on the graceful curves of her waist, touching her warily, as if afraid he might.