In Paradise (4 page)

It was only about thirty steps to his lanai, where a
luxurious chaise awaited them. He knew he couldn't make it. He turned and leaned back against the seat, with her gyrating against him. He reached down to release his cock. She grabbed for the roll bar. At the same time, he lifted her against him.

She wrapped her legs around him. Her wet heat
enticed him. Even better, his hard cock dipping into the warm velvet made him want to shout. She wiggled, trying to get him deeper, where they both wanted to be. It had been so long since he'd experienced skin against skin. Irresponsible of him, but he only wanted a second inside her...just a moment of paradise.

Then he was there. She
opened to him, allowing him to squeeze into her tight pussy...so hot and inviting.

His conscience prevailed. "Wait. I need protection."

He could feel her freeze and then moan. "I'll be quick."

She released the grip she had on him with her legs and he
lowered her to her feet. "Can I help?"

Jake didn't know. He'd used the condom he carried in his
wallet on the plane and hadn't replaced it. Once upon a time he had some extras in his glove box, but he wasn't sure they were there now. After opening it, he reached in to sweep everything onto the floor of the Jeep.

Sure enough he found a
couple of shining foil packages in the heap. He retrieved one, holding his prize between them.

Di reached for it. "I always wanted to see if I could do
this. I'd like to touch you."

Her words surprised him. Just how inexperienced was she?

Most women didn't ask, they just dove right in. "Go for it."

She tore open the package, then hesitated. The rise and
fall of her shapely chest reminded him he'd yet to see her breasts. He wanted to see them...touch them. But more than that, as she reached a shaky hand toward him, he wanted her fingers wrapped around him.

Her contact was tentative at first. She ran a single finger
down the length of him. "So soft, velvety."

She grabbed hold, wrapping her fingers firmly around him.
"At the same time, like steel. If I had one of these, I'd be touching it all the time. It feels wonderful."

"Oh, Lord, you're killing me."

She dropped little Jake like a hot potato. "Sorry. Did I hurt you?"

"No. I was about to embarrass myself and I want to show
you a good time. How about we get you out of this dress before I have to go shopping for another one? Turn around."

Her compelling glance communicated how much she
wanted him and then she complied. His world shifted, just enough for him to recognize he might be headed for trouble. Jake ignored the warning and forged ahead.

He lifted her hair aside to get to her zipper. When he
peeled the dress over her shoulders, he had the distinct sensation of being kicked in the gut. Her pale skin glimmered in the sun, and the view of her from behind as he let the dress drop to the sand nearly undid him.

She was a sight to
behold. One he'd never forget. A perfect hourglass shape, with skin so perfect and translucent she humbled him. While he tried to collect himself she turned to face him. Her breasts stood high, each more than a handful. He wanted to reach for them.

"Damn."

"What did I do now?" Her voice was shaky and unsure.

"You didn't do anything. It's what looking at your gorgeous
body does to me." Her full, rounded body was perfection. The woman he’d once believed was plain was now the most spectacular lady he'd ever had the privilege to see, let alone touch.

He leaned back against the seat of the Jeep feeling
unworthy. "I wish I'd started this someplace more comfortable, but frankly I don't think I can walk."

She made a trembling attempt to sheath him and then
handed back the rubber. "You better do this. My hands are shaking."

Her hands were shaking? Suddenly, so were his. Somehow
he managed to sheathe his throbbing cock, while not taking his eyes off of her. "How about the back seat?" he asked, feeling like a simpleton. What about this woman made him so green?

Jake
was suddenly regressing to his teenage years. Not waiting for her answer, he swung into the back of his Jeep. He needed to be inside her. A fierce desire consumed him. No sooner did he sit in the middle than she leaped into arms.

He
lifted and her long legs spread on either side of him. She wiggled against his erection until he entered her, ready to plunge all the way. He thrust upward the same time as she dropped down onto him. The result nearly sent him over the edge.

"Don't—
don't move." Jake turned inside out as he fought not to release and prayed she took him literally. He leaned back against the seat and she reached up to the roll bar. She didn't budge or ask for an explanation. It could have been hours or seconds. Jake couldn't be sure before he began to move inside her.

He
reached down between them to touch her clit and applied pressure to her protruding, little friend. "Come on, baby," he told her as he gently massaged and hoped she'd catch up before he left her behind.

"Coming," she squeaked.

She milked him with her contractions until every thought left his brain. Everything was about the explosion he knew was coming. With each thrust he delivered, he wondered if it would be his last. Miraculously his balls loosened, but the sensation of being ready to detonate with each pump didn't lessen.

Exhilaration carried the momentum to a feverish
pitch. She cried out a second time and he lost it. He entered a place he'd never been, more mental than physical, more emotional than he'd ever known sex could be. As good—no better than good, as great as it was, it scared the shit out of him.

When a languid, boneless peace eventually settled on his
spent body, he leaned forward to kiss her. The curve of her plump lower lip invited him to nibble before she opened her mouth to receive his tongue.

Once he began exploring
deeper, a curious event occurred. He had the sense of sinking, deeper and deeper. Almost like a dream, he took a lethargic free-fall into a euphoric state of...what?

A niggling thought was on the tip of his tongue. He could
almost identify the mysterious spiraling sensation, when a second curious event occurred. He began to harden inside her.

What power did this woman possess to make him go
from completely spent to rock hard in seconds?

The heat of
her sex and warmth of her mouth escalated his desire to an unprecedented high. Whatever power over him she had, he would think about it later. Hopefully, much later.

CHAPTER 4

By the time they'd made love in the Jeep, on a chaise lounge in a beachfront lanai
, and then in the water with the surf crashing over them, Di could hardly move, let alone walk. She wasn't certain, but she thought her bones had melted and floated out to sea with the final orgasm Jake had given her.

How she'd ever be satisfied returning to her boring, staid life she didn't want to consider. In a single afternoon he'd manage to shatter her existence, then pieced her back together in an upside down and backward sort of way.

"Would you like a glass of wine?"

Di
was too busy admiring the way he comfortably moved half-naked about his gleaming stainless steel kitchen to respond until he cleared his throat.

"Sorry, I don't get out much. Yes, please. I would love a glass of wine."

"The kitchen stays so shiny because I don't cook, not even a little. I do, however, pop a mean cork." Then Jake laughed. "God, I sound pretentious and corny."

"Not at all. When I said I didn't get out much I wasn't exaggerating."

The look in his striking hazel eyes asked her to explain. Could she? She wasn't certain. "My mother is almost an invalid and very difficult. I live with her and care for her in the behemoth family house older than some states."

"And now you're my neighbor. As it turns out, I don't think I've had a better one. You'll be a hard act to follow." He held a glass of wine toward her and lifted his in the air. "Here's to neighbors. Who knew?"

She took the full glass, clinking it against his before she took a sip. "The neighbors where I live walk on the opposite side of the street to avoid me."

"That would be because?"

"They think our house is haunted. Some say my great-great grandfather murdered his second wife and hid her body in the attic, but it's never been proven. Of course it would take weeks of uninterrupted searching to discover all the secrets the attic holds. It’s a hoarder’s paradise. And the attic alone is a couple thousand square feet. And it’s filled to capacity with years of ancestral junk. I mean treasures."

"You're kidding. Right?"

Di wished she was. The family home was an albatross causing her no end of mental disturbance to her since she was old enough to walk. To make a bad situation worse, she paid through the nose for the privilege of the pain. The taxes alone kept her broke. Repairs and maintenance were down on the list of needs to be met on a regular basis.

"On paper one might assume my mother and I are wealthy. In reality, we're paupers, tied to an expensive and burdensome piece of real estate
, and a lot of material things with too much sentimental value to part with. My mother says one day I'll appreciate all the sacrifices we've made to keep it all."

"How wealthy on paper? Or is that too personal?"

Di gave a glance around the expensive and very spacious kitchen. She'd already experienced the exclusive beachfront he owned and could only imagine the price tag of his property. Even with all that, she didn't think it would come close to the price of her miserable prison.

"We haven't had it appraised for a long time. Mom is hoping not to do anything
to cause the county assessor to raise our taxes. I think if we were to sell we could probably ask about fifteen million, maybe more. However, Mom will never sell since the house would more than likely be torn down."

Jake's eyes widened and he whistled. "You never did say what you do to earn a living."

"I teach at a small private university. Art appreciation, art history and sometimes I lecture for a consulting fee. That's how I got the opportunity to come to Hawaii."

"I'm glad you did." He raised his glass a second time.
"Here's to two weeks in paradise and making the most of every moment. No strings attached, like you said."

"If we make the most of every moment, I don't know if I'll be able to walk."

"It could have something to do with those high heels."

"No, it's definitely you. I'm sure of it."

"Then here's to your chances of survival because I intend to do all within my power to make this memorable for you."

Di
clicked her glass against his. "Trust me. You already have. I'll never be the same."

For a second his eyes narrowed and darkened as though she'd said something he didn't trust. In the next moment a smile spread across his handsome face. "It's only the
beginning. Now on to the main course."

Di
's breath hitched. She didn't think he spoke of feeding her, but maybe she misread him. "I thought you said you couldn't cook. I'm not about to mess up this kitchen. My mother says I can even ruin oatmeal."

"I can't cook, but I damned well can eat. I want you to jump up here on the counter after we get that dress off of you again." At the same
time, he reached to unzip her. She'd had it off more than she'd had it on.

After the dress fell to the floor at her feet, he patted the counter.

Surely he didn't mean...? "What did you have in mind?"

"Something to soothe away the pain I've inflicted on you with my rutting behavior."

Di had always wondered what it would feel like to have someone give her oral sex. She wished she could have a shower to wash away the taste of the sea that surely clung to her. At least Raul had made sure she was properly waxed for the occasion.

Jake's eyes darkened again as she wiggled onto the
counter in front of him. It seemed a little unsanitary, but what choice did she have? A sexy, sinfully delicious smile guaranteed she'd enjoy herself.

"Lay back and relax."

"Relax? I've never done this."

"Never?"

"I'd never made love on a plane, in a Jeep, on a chaise lounge outside in broad daylight or in the ocean either. Everything we've done together has been a first for me."

"Then, hopefully, I'll be able to make this memorable for
you. I like being someone's first. Lean back on your elbows and watch me."

Watch him?
Di leaped toward a climax just thinking about it.

Every fiber of her body thrummed with anticipation of what
he would do. Was this normal? Did this kind of thing happen to women every day? Di closed her eyes and made a wish. More than a wish, she took an oath. No matter what happened on her vacation in paradise, she wouldn't go back to her mundane existence.

And somehow she'd survive
without him in her life if she had to. No regrets, no recriminations. Just like she'd promised him...no strings attached.

"Am I scaring you?"

Di opened her eyes to look at him. "No. I was making myself a promise that I'd try to do this more often. I mean not let so much time go by before I—"

The frown on his face stopped her.
"I think it's customary to pretend to love the one you're with, not be thinking about when the next one will come along."

"I wasn't thinking that at all. I'm just being realistic. I'll
probably never see you again after I leave here. I think you've changed me. Shown me what I've been missing. You have no one to blame but yourself. If you weren't so good, it wouldn’t have entered my mind."

When his frown deepened, she stopped talking. He shook
his head as if to rid his brain of an unwelcome thought.

"Right." The sound was
more air than volume. "I don't know. That house of yours sounds intriguing. Maybe I'd like to come for a visit next time I'm in New York. I'm there fairly often."

"Are we supposed to be talking right now?" As much as
she wanted to think she had a future with him, the thought of Jake seeing her home was like stepping into a cold shower.

She much preferred to concentrate on what he said he
wanted to do to her.

He finally laughed and then his hazel eyes deepened to
green. She'd only known him a short while, but long enough to know what that meant. His gaze left hers to burn into her elsewhere.

Jake leaned over her to kiss her stomach. "You smell of
the ocean and some of that just me I found so irresistible on the plane."

Then he quit talking to rain kisses downward to
the place she wanted him to be.

When he delivered an open mouthed kiss to her clit,
Di wasn't certain she'd survive. She watched his head bob between her thighs and began to come.

He stopped to raise his head and grin. "
You didn’t even make me work for it. You can do better than that. Let me show you."