Prying Eyes (2 page)

Chapter Two

“Smile,” Amelia told Michael as he posed beside a silver palm tree. The sun was just beginning to set and its rays made a beautiful backdrop, adding highlights to Michael’s blond hair and making those baby blue eyes twinkle.

“Isn’t it odd for a model to practice photography as a hobby?”

Amelia took a few more pictures of him with her expensive digital camera. “No, I don’t think so.” She chuckled. “Maybe.” She’d been into photography since childhood when she had got her first camera for Christmas. “Maybe that’s the reason I became a model.” Michael had such good cheekbones and he was really very photogenic. “What about you? Why did you become a model?”

“Because I’m lousy at basketball.”

“Huh?” she asked, lowering the camera.

“I’m over six feet tall, thin and wiry. What other job could be more fitting? And the pay is good.”

So true
, she thought. But there wasn’t anything thin or wiry about his body. Michael put a sandaled foot against the palm.

Amelia raised the camera, capturing his handsome face, his muscular physique and well-muscled legs that showed beneath the unbuttoned cotton shirt and white shorts. Her eyes lingered around his midsection. Michael had really great abs, a narrow waist and…oh, an erection. She clicked the button. That shot she planned to keep to herself.

“Let’s go for a walk,” he suggested.

Amelia lowered her camera again. “Okay. I need to walk off all that barbeque.” And she needed to get her mind off of him. She had wanted him from the moment they’d met at the modelling agency seven years ago. The manager had taken one look at them together and decided to couple them up and promote them as America’s sexiest couple. Of course, there was nothing like that going on between them…not that she would mind. But he treated her like one of the boys, a friend…or like a kid sister.

The view was spectacular as they walked along the shore of the deep, blue water. The Kamalame Cay Resort was tucked away on nine hundred acres of white sandy beach, with swaying palms and flowering tropical foliage. There were colourful coral gardens and waters teeming with parrotfish, manta rays and blue tangs…a perfect setting for romance.

The barbecue had been cleared away and most of the guests had gone back to their rooms, while a few remained and took advantage of the free cocktails at the al fresco beach bar.

Their neighbours had also left the area and had likely disappeared into their bungalow, hopefully keeping out of trouble.

“Look, they’re bone fishing,” Michael said. He pointed toward the water.

Amelia held her hand up to her eyes to block out some of the setting sun so she could see. There were several boats on the water containing fishermen and one or two brave souls waterskiing from the backs of small motor boats.

“How would you like to do that?” he asked, pointing toward the skiers.

“No way,” Amelia replied. “There is no way I am going anywhere near that water because it would just be my luck to be eaten by a shark.”

Michael laughed, took her hand and walked her towards their bungalows. The sun had finally set and the stars were starting to peek out.

“Are you getting tired?” Amelia asked, wondering why he’d cut their walk short.

“No,” Michael answered, still holding her hand. “Just anxious for a swim. This might be the last time we get to relax for a while.”

That was true. The photo shoot was scheduled to begin at ten tomorrow and it would last well into the night. This would go on for the next couple of days until Ralph had got all the pictures he needed for magazines, billboards and other advertisements.

They arrived back at Michael’s bungalow much too quickly. She had been getting used to the feel of his warm soft hand around hers.

“Come over in one hour,” he told her. “I have a few phone calls to make first before we swim.”

Amelia nodded. She also needed to call home to check on her parents and to check in with the agency to see what they had planned for her after the photo shoot was over. “Okay, I’ll knock in an hour.”

Michael released her hand, smiled and walked through his door.

Amelia smiled too and walked back to her bungalow, allowing her eyes to casually glance over at the neighbours’ door before entering her own.

* * * *

Michael’s heart nearly stopped when he opened his door and found a bikini-clad Amelia standing before him. He had expected her to at least wear the terry-cloth robe she had carelessly slung over her shoulder, but no, the princess was baring enough skin to make the dead wake up and take notice.

“Am I too early?” she asked.

Michael stepped aside and let her enter. “No, you’re right on time,” he said watching her behind bounce in the black bikini bottoms as she passed him.
Be still my heart
. He was in love with that ass. Michael closed and locked the door. “Right this way,” he said, directing her to the back door. He stepped aside and allowed her to exit first.

“Wow,” Amelia said, stepping out on to the backyard patio. “This is nice and cosy.”

She spoke of the table set for two, the bottle of Champagne chilling in a silver ice bucket and the covered trays of food.

“When did you have time to do all this?” She stepped out further, walked over to the table and lifted the covers, revealing shrimp linguini, strawberries dipped in chocolate and a cantaloupe and honey-dew melon salad.

“I had an hour. The phone calls didn’t take that long.”

“I’m impressed,” she said walking away from the table and dipping a toe into the pool. “It’s warm.”

It wasn’t the only thing. His body was on fire and hers was smoking.

Michael followed her over towards the water. He sat down first and then stepped into the water. “Come on in,” he said extending his hand out to her.

* * * *

“You’re really going to spoil me,” Amelia said as Michael fed her chocolate-dipped strawberries after they had got out of the water about an hour later.

“Sometimes a girl needs a bit of spoiling,” Michael said, using a napkin to wipe a bit of chocolate from her full pink lips. He was just about to attempt a kiss when he heard the door to the bungalow next door open. Michael put his finger to his lips to silence Amelia and pointed to the chain-link fence that separated them.

Amelia looked towards the fence and stifled a gasp.

Michael nodded. The two newlywed neighbours were back to their old tricks and very visible through the fence.

“Should we leave?” Amelia whispered.

Michael shook his head. “No. It would embarrass them to know we’ve seen them.”

“What are we going to do?”

“Watch,” Michael whispered to her.

Amelia’s eyes widened and he just smiled and nodded.

It didn’t take the newlyweds long to get busy. The bride was on her knees with her face buried between his legs, giving him head, before Amelia could protest. Michael looked over at her, expecting to find her repelled by the entire situation, but instead he found her watching with fascination. A few minutes later, the woman straddled the man and moaned loudly as she sank down on to him.

Amelia whimpered.

Michael reached over and touched her hand and she gripped his tightly. Was she nervous? Embarrassed?

No, the look in her eyes told the truth…she was turned on.

Michael switched his gaze back to the couple. They had changed positions again. This time the guy was on his knees servicing the woman, who thrashed around on the chair, moaning quite loudly.

Amelia’s finger rubbed the top of Michael’s hand slowly while she worried her bottom lip with her teeth. The couple moaned loudly again, and Amelia dug her nails into his hand. She scooted to the end of her chair, staring straight ahead, mesmerised by the sight. By the time the woman reached a climax, Amelia was damn near off of the seat. Michael touched her hand and Amelia blushed and sat back quietly.

Michael turned his attention back to the performers who had once again changed position—the man had moved the woman on to her knees and was taking her from behind. By now, it was obvious to him that the couple were aware of their presence and liked being watched. He knew about those types of people.

His gaze was glued on the woman’s breasts, which moved with each powerful thrust of her lover. Amelia looked like she was about to faint or come—which, he couldn’t be sure of but he was dying to find out. The couple finally finished up and sauntered back inside their room, holding hands.

Amelia rose. “I think I’d better go.”

“Why?” Michael asked, standing up and pulling her over to him. “Please stay with me tonight.”

Chapter Three

Michael took her hand and pulled her towards him, her breasts against his chest. Amelia stared at him as he pressed his lips to hers.

Her kiss was soft and sweet and not too demanding. Michael ran his tongue around her lips and allowed it to dart inside. She tasted sweet, like the strawberries and chocolate she had consumed earlier.

Amelia melted into his arms, deepening the kiss and tightening her hold around his waist. “You feel so warm,” Amelia replied when the kiss ended.

Michael lifted her chin and planted another quick kiss against her lips. “I want you.”

Fire snaked into her eyes as Michael loosened the bikini top. Her breasts fell free. Michael backed up a little to get the full effect. Pear-shaped breasts with dusky-pink nipples that at that moment had his full attention. He lowered his head and wrapped his lips around one tiny bud. Amelia moaned but did not try to push him away. Instead she pulled him closer and cuddled him to her.

Strange emotions went through him as he suckled. “Oh, you’re so lovely,” he said with a breathless sigh as he kissed the flat of her stomach. “I just have to see all of you.”

Amelia hesitated a bit, looking around nervously, and then slid the bottoms of the bikini down her hips and thighs and then stepped out of them.

A small, dark brown cluster of curls and a fresh Brazilian wax caught his attention along with her curvy hips and trim thighs. Michael turned her around slowly.
What an ass
. He cupped both cheeks and gently squeezed before turning her back around and pulling her closer to him, kissing her once again. Michael lifted her on to the table and then buried his head between her legs before she could protest. He didn’t care that they were outside. He just wanted to taste her so badly. And it was everything he’d dreamt it would be…sweet, spicy and womanly. But, most of all, wet. He removed his lips and inserted a finger deep inside of her. Amelia moaned and leaned forwards against him. She was so wet and very inviting.

Michael inserted a second finger. Amelia was so tight. He worked around slowly. Amelia moaned, bit her bottom lip and slumped against him. He slid his fingers out, pushed her on to her back and buried his face back between her legs.

Amelia clamped her knees, locking them at the side of his head as he explored her core with his tongue. Within minutes, he felt her body shake as the orgasm blossomed and then released. Michael continued to tongue her gently until she stopped shaking and relaxed.

Michael rose and looked down at her, spread out and panting on the table. The sight proved too much. He had to be inside her.