impression there weren’t many things Paul didn’t win.
At one point he turned, faced her, and dropped a kiss on her cheek, as natural as if it was something he did all the time, and she wished one day it would be. It was surprising to her, but she enjoyed his company. Enjoyed being able to drag out the real smile he seemed to keep hidden beneath a facade of charm and manners.
Carmen didn’t put much stock in such facades. Although she knew all the rules, having had them driven into her by her strict parents, she refused to let them dominate her.
“Come on,” she said and pulled him in the direction of one of the new restaurants along the walk, which in addition to food also had a variety of high tech games for both kids and adults.
Paul paid the admission fee and followed her up the stairs. Inside there was an assortment of electronic games, including a motorcycle kind of contraption that moved as the player negotiated the turns in the game. She pulled him in the direction of the cycle, waited until a youngster was done, then somehow managed to swing her leg up and over onto the cycle. It pulled the leather skirt even higher, but stilled covered everything, although just barely.
Carmen glanced back at him. “Join me,” she urged, holding her hand out to him.
He slipped on behind, his hips cradling hers. He bit back a groan and grabbed hold of her waist as she revved the cycle, took off in the race. The cycle shifted beneath him, moved from side to side as she negotiated the turns of the electronic course. At one point, she missed a turn and sent the cycle into the grandstands. The machine bucked beneath them, forcing him to hold onto her tighter. She laughed huskily, looked back at him for only a second before steering back into the race and completing the ride in a dismal twelfth place -- dead last.
He got off and held her hand to help her off the cycle. “Remind me never to get on a real bike with you,” he warned and chased after her again as she went from one machine to another. For the next hour, they played against one another. Shooting games, in which she claimed he had an unfair advantage when he won handily. More race games. Finally, a last cycle ride before he regretfully announced they had to make it a night.
Carmen made a small moue of annoyance, but somehow he knew she was just kidding.
When they returned to the SUV, he hesitated as she waited at her door. He stepped close, put his hands on her waist, and stood just inches away from her. “I had a really nice time tonight,” he admitted freely.
She smiled, leaned her hands on his shoulders, and ran her fingers along the nape of his neck, sending a frisson of desire through him, stirring him. He glanced at her, shifted his hands to the small of her back and drew her against him, letting her feel the effect she was having.
Carmen grew warm and moved her hand to caress the strong, straight line of his jaw. “I did as well.”
Paul leaned close and brushed his lips against her cheek, starting a flame of desire along her nerve endings. Wanting him, she turned her face, and met his lips with her own. His lips were hot, hard as he tasted her, igniting a fire deep inside.
She shifted her hips. Against her belly, his arousal was growing, burning against her. The blare of a horn and catcalls drove her from him.
Paul pulled away reluctantly, but was glad for the interruption. It had gotten out of control and he didn’t want to jump into this too quickly. He wanted to savor how she made him feel, not just sexually, but in every way. “Sorry,” he mumbled.
Again she surprised him. “I’m not.”
He smiled, opened her door and helped her in, thinking he could spend a lot of time dealing with Carmen and all of her wonderful, exciting facets.
Chapter 5
Carmen sat on the shore, her back propped up against the rough bark of a palm tree. She watched as Paul effortlessly skimmed across the water. As he balanced and then turned the windsurfer, the
At one point he turned, faced her, and dropped a kiss on her cheek, as natural as if it was something he did all the time, and she wished one day it would be. It was surprising to her, but she enjoyed his company. Enjoyed being able to drag out the real smile he seemed to keep hidden beneath a facade of charm and manners.
Carmen didn’t put much stock in such facades. Although she knew all the rules, having had them driven into her by her strict parents, she refused to let them dominate her.
“Come on,” she said and pulled him in the direction of one of the new restaurants along the walk, which in addition to food also had a variety of high tech games for both kids and adults.
Paul paid the admission fee and followed her up the stairs. Inside there was an assortment of electronic games, including a motorcycle kind of contraption that moved as the player negotiated the turns in the game. She pulled him in the direction of the cycle, waited until a youngster was done, then somehow managed to swing her leg up and over onto the cycle. It pulled the leather skirt even higher, but stilled covered everything, although just barely.
Carmen glanced back at him. “Join me,” she urged, holding her hand out to him.
He slipped on behind, his hips cradling hers. He bit back a groan and grabbed hold of her waist as she revved the cycle, took off in the race. The cycle shifted beneath him, moved from side to side as she negotiated the turns of the electronic course. At one point, she missed a turn and sent the cycle into the grandstands. The machine bucked beneath them, forcing him to hold onto her tighter. She laughed huskily, looked back at him for only a second before steering back into the race and completing the ride in a dismal twelfth place -- dead last.
He got off and held her hand to help her off the cycle. “Remind me never to get on a real bike with you,” he warned and chased after her again as she went from one machine to another. For the next hour, they played against one another. Shooting games, in which she claimed he had an unfair advantage when he won handily. More race games. Finally, a last cycle ride before he regretfully announced they had to make it a night.
Carmen made a small moue of annoyance, but somehow he knew she was just kidding.
When they returned to the SUV, he hesitated as she waited at her door. He stepped close, put his hands on her waist, and stood just inches away from her. “I had a really nice time tonight,” he admitted freely.
She smiled, leaned her hands on his shoulders, and ran her fingers along the nape of his neck, sending a frisson of desire through him, stirring him. He glanced at her, shifted his hands to the small of her back and drew her against him, letting her feel the effect she was having.
Carmen grew warm and moved her hand to caress the strong, straight line of his jaw. “I did as well.”
Paul leaned close and brushed his lips against her cheek, starting a flame of desire along her nerve endings. Wanting him, she turned her face, and met his lips with her own. His lips were hot, hard as he tasted her, igniting a fire deep inside.
She shifted her hips. Against her belly, his arousal was growing, burning against her. The blare of a horn and catcalls drove her from him.
Paul pulled away reluctantly, but was glad for the interruption. It had gotten out of control and he didn’t want to jump into this too quickly. He wanted to savor how she made him feel, not just sexually, but in every way. “Sorry,” he mumbled.
Again she surprised him. “I’m not.”
He smiled, opened her door and helped her in, thinking he could spend a lot of time dealing with Carmen and all of her wonderful, exciting facets.
Chapter 5
Carmen sat on the shore, her back propped up against the rough bark of a palm tree. She watched as Paul effortlessly skimmed across the water. As he balanced and then turned the windsurfer, the
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