Paradise Encounter (3 page)

Since the noise level was still prohibitive of conversation, she sat back in the corner of the seat and just observed. Trying not to be obvious, she took a detailed inventory. From his scuffed leather work boots to his muscular thighs straining the seams of his jeans, to the beefy arms and chest she’d already admired, the man epitomized the word
hunk
. Even his profile could only be described as classically handsome. And the fact that he was thoughtful and kind – and could kiss with the kind of soldering heat that joins metals – soon had her squirming on the dusty seat.

Okay, so he was right. Taking things further wasn’t the smartest idea. But what if somehow they
could
give in to their desires? She closed her eyes and let her imagination run loose.

Taking up where the kiss had left off, she envisioned him suddenly pulling the truck off to the side of the road. There in the heat and dust of the cab, he’d pull her against him as if she weighed nothing at all. His hands would claim her body, moving over her with bold assurance. He’d caress her aching breasts until she whimpered and then he’d shove her dress up her trembling thighs, and – .

Oh Andy! Yes!

Maya eyes flew open. Whew! Bad idea.

It was the first time she’d ever felt seriously attracted to a man outside her own race.

So he’s white. So what?
She might take a little teasing from her friends, but they would learn to deal. And her grandmother Bertha, who was raised in Atlanta and still sometimes ranted about “the man”, would just have to get over it.

Besides, it wasn’t like she was going to marry the guy. Right?

But there was definitely a major curiosity component going on. After that heated kiss and the way he’d used his hands on her body, she was dying to know what it would be like to go to bed with him. Her pussy was still pulsing at the idea of it. And she was sure the impressive cock she’d fondled would be more than up to the job

 “Which house is it?”

Andy’s question jarred her from her reverie. She was shocked to realize that they had made the twenty minute trip across town and just passed through the big stone gate to the home show. She shook off her wayward thoughts and pointed down the street.

“Last one on the right.”

Five minutes later the truck bed was empty, courtesy of a few of Maya’s burly coworkers. They had swarmed over the truck, hardly letting Andy lift a finger. He leaned against the cab and watched, intentionally staying several feet from where Maya stood. The last thing he needed was the Wilson Homes guys getting wind of what was going on between the two of them.

Not that anything
was
going on. He was pretty sure he’d successfully put the kibosh on that scenario. He and Maya just needed to back pedal a bit, and pretend that torrid little scene in the nursery parking lot had never happened. Hopefully, they could go back to being friendly business associates and nothing more.

Yeah, right. As if his cock wasn’t still as stiff as a stake in his jeans.

He cleared this throat and sauntered over to her.

“You about ready to head back?”

“Oh. Okay.” She seemed surprised. “I was thinking that maybe you’d like to tour the house first. I know I would. I haven’t seen it since the designer finished staging all the rooms.” She smiled at him, all sunny innocence.

He didn’t have much interest in seeing the inside of the massive model home. He’d pretty much had his fill of house hunting and home décor discussions during his engagement to Danielle. But Maya looked so hopeful he couldn’t say no.

“Sure. Lead the way.”

She took a ring of keys from her purse and started down the curved stone pathway that led to the impressive front door.

“Shoes off, please,” she said as she fitted the key in the lock.

There was a low wooden bench just outside the door. It took a moment to get his boots off and his socks rearranged. By the time he was ready, she had already slipped out of her sexy little sandals and left them in the tray next to the door. Then she disappeared inside. As he crossed the threshold a moment later, it gave him the oddest feeling to look down and see their shoes alongside each other, his big, soiled boots nudging her dainty heels.

Inside, the vaulted entry was paneled in rich cherry, and a grand staircase curved up and to the right. To the left, the space opened into a huge formal living room. Maya stood in the middle of the room, arms outstretched. Light from the bank of east-facing windows behind her made her dress diaphanous. He tried not to notice the clearly defined outline of her thighs and hips.

“Isn’t it something?” Her voice was hushed, reverent. “Sixty five hundred square feet of suburban luxury. Our designer really outdid himself.” She walked to one of the two deep sofas, both of which were upholstered in a sophisticated gray striped silk, and ran her hand over the cushions.

He shrugged. “Not my style.” Did she have to keep stroking those pillows? He found he could hardly take his eyes off her hands with their sleek red nails, remembering the warm friction of those fingers at his fly.

“No?” She cocked her head. “Let me guess. You told me once you enjoy camping. Are you more of a log cabin guy?” 

“Not exactly. I live in a Craftsman style home built in 1922. I’ve been restoring it in my spare time.”

“Really!” She seemed impressed. She left the couch and crossed to the huge fireplace. “How about this? Do you like the granite tile surround and burlwood mantle, or is it too showy?”

“I like it.” It wasn’t awful. But again, not his taste.

Now he trailed behind her down a darkened hallway, his eyes gravitating to the alluring sway of her hips. Her voice filtered back to him. “The master is on the main floor in this model. All the kids’ rooms are upstairs. Makes for plenty of privacy for Mom and Dad.”

He followed her through the double doors into the dim room, and there she was, standing directly in his path. He pretty much mowed her down.

They both gasped at the unexpected contact. He registered the soft crush of her breasts against his chest, and her arms, stiff and awkward, coming up to fend him off.

“Sorry,” he said.

“Sorry,” she said at the same time. “I was just looking for the light switch.” Then she giggled. It was that soft sound that drew him back to her. And almost before he knew what he was doing, he had her up against the wall there inside the door. She let out a kittenish cry and struggled beneath him for maybe two seconds, and then she melted like soft chocolate, right into his arms.

Blood roared in his ears as he lowered his mouth and kissed her. This time, it was the barest of contact, lip to quivering lip, in stark contrast to his complete physical command of her. He pinned her shoulders back against the wall, holding her helpless as he brushed his mouth against hers, their sighs and little gasps mingling. She mewled, lifting her chin, exposing the golden column of her throat. He put his lips there and felt the rapid thrum of her pulse, smelled once more the intoxicating perfume from her cleavage.

He was overcome, unable to stop the forward motion of his desire. He’d never experienced this roller coaster dive with anyone before, this inability to judge and decide. He relinquished any attempt at control and just went with it, claiming her soft mouth again as he skimmed his hands over her breasts. If she had objected, he liked to think he would have had one last scrap of restraint in reserve, enough to push away, straighten her clothes, make some kind of apology. But as he fondled her breasts, she moaned in a way that could only be interpreted as encouragement, and thrust her chest forward to give him better access. His fingers closed over the warm, satin-covered mounds, squeezing and caressing, his thumbs finding just the suggestion of erect nipples beneath the fabric. In response, her tongue quickened in his mouth, as if eager to tell him how much she liked his touch. Still, he had to be sure he was reading her response correctly.

“I want you, Maya.”

“Oh, Andy. I don’t want to stop this time.”

“Here? Now?”

“Yes!”

Maya wormed one hand down between their bodies and managed to unzip his jeans. He felt her fingers probe inside his boxers. Her knuckles grazed his flesh and then her warm hand closed around his throbbing cock. A welcome heat spread through his pelvis. His heart seemed to be crashing around in his chest like a runaway freight train.

“God!” He couldn’t have stopped himself now no matter what.

His hands left her breasts and roamed down her ribcage, coming to rest on the flair of her hips and then molding to the rounded contours of her sexy ass. Her fingers quickened on his cock, stroking and caressing until he groaned and moved her hand away.

“If you keep that up I won’t last,” he growled. He brought his body up hard against hers, grinding the fullness of his erection against her taut belly.

Maya broke the kiss, her breath coming in little ragged bursts.

“Oh! Andy!” She was panting now, her eyes glazed with passion as she wriggled her warm, curvy body against his. He’d never seen anything as sensual as the way her front teeth captured and held the ripe arc of her lower lip.

He set her back on her feet and lifted her dress. It came off over her head like a pastel cloud, leaving her in lacey little panties and bra. As his fingers coasted over her butter-soft skin and the wisp of panties, he crushed her mouth again in a devouring kiss. She responded by flicking her clever tongue along the seam of his mouth and then thrusting it inside. His tongue met hers in a passionate dance as her hands worked at his jeans, pulling them partway down his hips.

Almost without realizing, he was on his knees in the plush carpet, shucking his jeans the rest of the way off and kicking them into a dark corner.

“Wait!” She pulled away.

What the hell?
Was she going to reconsider now, at the last minute? When he’d finally decided that nothing else mattered but being with her?

He watched as she crossed the room, her lush body softly lit by the sunny haze seeping through the drapes. But she only stopped a moment at the bedroom door to click the lock into place. She turned back to him, even more beautiful than he had imagined, her barely-covered breasts swaying gently, her skin like polished copper satin. He could hardly believe she was about to be his. His to hold and touch. To kiss. His to make love to.

She disappeared briefly into a nearby doorway and then she was back with a big fluffy towel. She grinned as she spread the towel on the carpet. “Lucky for us they already staged the bathroom. We wouldn’t want to mess up this white carpet.”

There was that soft giggle again. The sound drove him mad with want. It hit him then that they were conspirators. In the tradition of all secret trysts, the stealth factor was definitely ramping up his desire for her. And he could tell from the glint in her eyes that she felt the same. He didn’t want to think about the question that suddenly bobbed like a cork to the top of his mind: was this all about the thrill of the forbidden? The chance they might be caught? Is having sex in almost-public-places how Maya got her kicks?

God, he hoped not. He so wanted this joining to mean more than a hot, quick fuck. But here she was, finally standing before him with nothing but a couple of scraps of fabric between them. No way was he going to stop now and try to analyze what her motives might be.

Still on his knees before her, he pulled her to him and pressed his face against the tiny silk triangle that hid her sex. She gasped.

He looked up and smiled. “Tell me what you like, Maya.”

“Mmm.” It was a small, eager sound. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he pulled her panties to one side, exposing her.

“This? You want my mouth on you here?” He brushed his lips over her soft, dark  curls and took a deep breath, inhaling her female scent, the perfume of her unmistakable arousal. Her nails scraped his scalp, urging him on. He hooked his thumbs into her panties and pulled them down. The little bit of lacy fabric ended up at her ankles. She lifted her foot and flicked the panties in the same direction as her dress.

“We have to hurry,” she whispered. “The guys will start to wonder if we’re gone too long.”

No problem. Andy was all for moving things along. Again he pressed his lips to her mound. He knew some men preferred the look and feel of a shaved pussy. But he liked things natural, especially the way a woman’s pubic curls held her unique scent. He drew another long breath.

“Lovely,” he murmured. “Let me taste you, Maya. Part your legs for me.”

“Oh.” Her voice trembled with desire. “Yes. Okay.” She widened her stance and let her fingers come to rest once more on his scalp.

He reached in and teased along the seam of her folds with his index finger. The lips of her pussy were plump. Perfect. Already damp. At his touch she hissed in a breath and her fingers tightened in his hair. He stroked again, teasing her folds apart, relishing the slick path his finger found, wishing the light were better in the room so he could see every beautiful detail. Another pass and he found her clit hidden there. As he brushed his fingertip across it she whimpered.

“Mmm. Yes. Right there.”

He parted her cleft. Her flesh gleamed like dew on a dusky rose, her scent wild and delicious. Exotic. He licked her there, tasting her dew, taunting the swollen bud of her clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh. God, Andy!” Her thighs shook as he drew her clit into his mouth, nipping and sucking. She thrust her pelvis forward, inviting his kisses. Her juices wet his nose and cheeks as he delved deeper, savoring her unique flavor. He’d never tasted anything as wonderful as Maya’s fragrant pussy.

She moaned above him, reminding him their time together was short.

“Oh. Please. Please fuck me, Andy. I want to feel your hard cock inside me.”

Leaving the perfection of her wet pussy, he leaned back and looked up into her face. Her teeth still imprisoned her lower lip; her eyelids were heavy with arousal. The straps of her bra had fallen down her arms, loosening the lacey cups from her generous breasts. He took in the smooth, soft orbs, the cinnamon colored disks of her areolas, pert nubs standing erect in the center. Her nipples, like the rest of her, were so beautiful, so tantalizing. He made a mental note to explore them more fully.