The Cancun Trilogy, An Erotic Beach Romance (7 page)

Then Terra’s old nemesis,
Doubt,
crept in. Surely he felt what she felt. Right? She
could see it in his eyes when he first saw her. He felt it, too. It
wasn’t just her. Right?

Wait, what if I’m wrong?
What if he’s just being nice, but doesn’t feel the same way? What
if he just sees me as a friend?

She looked over at him as he waked
back toward her. He smiled, his teeth radiant white.

“They say a delay. Are you okay?” He
looked at her, concerned.

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine,” she
said.

“About ten more minutes.” The words
reminded her of the last time they had sex. A warm flush went
through her body. “Here, come. I show you something,” he said,
taking her hand.

He led her to the far end of the
terminal, near a bank of windows. They could see the brilliant blue
of the Caribbean, shimmering in the late afternoon light, spread
across the horizon. “It’s beautiful,” she said, then turned and
looked at him. She remembered how he always looked at the ocean,
like it was what grounded him. His face was serene as he gazed out
at the water.

He turned to her, realizing she was
looking at him. He pulled her hand, rolling her around so she was
in front of him. Her hips pressed against his upper
thighs.

Looking down at her, he held her face
in his hands. He moved one hand to the back of her head as he slid
his other hand down her back. She rose up on her tiptoes. He kissed
her. It started as a soft, gentle kiss, but quickly progressed.
They both opened their mouths, tongues greedily probing and
rolling. Her body quickly lit up. She felt like Sleeping Beauty,
asleep for the last year and now woken by his kiss. She was
ravenously hungry for him, the passion of all those lonely nights
overtaking her.

He broke their kiss, afraid of their
rapid progression and where it might lead. They both glanced
around, suddenly self-conscious, then turned back toward the
window. They looked at the view, shoulder to shoulder, as if afraid
to face each other again.

Her pinky reached out and playfully
hooked his. They swung hands until she slid her hand into his. She
turned to him. His profile was perfect. The window lit his face
with a soft glow.

It was astonishing how beautiful he
was, as if God had rendered him to some higher version of
perfection. It wasn’t just her feelings for him—he really was the
most beautiful man she’d ever seen. Even walking though the airport
she noticed others doing near double takes as they passed. She was
sure other women found him irresistible. But he was with her now.
Her.

She tightened her grip on his hand.
“How long did they say we’d need to wait?” she asked him. “Ten
minutes,” he said. She could see the kiss had really gotten to him.
He was breathing harder as he looked at her. His mouth was slightly
open, as if needing to kiss her again. He seemed to be fighting to
hold himself back. “Ten minutes?” she said. “Yes,” he said,
breathlessly, his mouth coming closer to hers.

Their eyes locked. The rest of the
world seemed to slowly slip away as she looked into those emerald
eyes. They were like a gateway to another place—a magical place.
They seemed to grant her a kind of acceptance. Acceptance of all
her wants and needs. Desire hit her so strong she thought she might
start shaking, as she sometimes did when alone in bed and her need
for him was so strong she’d forget to breathe.

“Ten minutes?” she said, squeezing his
hand so hard it was like she was trying to hurt him. He nodded,
spellbound, unable to speak as he stared at her.

“Nik…” she said. She didn’t finish the
thought. She didn’t even know what else she was going to say, but
everything she was feeling seemed to come out in just that one
word. His name. It was a question, a declaration, a whisper, and a
request. Perhaps a command.

He broke their stare and looked
around. Then he pulled her hand, quickly guiding her away. Around
the corner was a small alcove area with a coffee cart on wheels.
The cart was pushed flush to the wall and empty, as if abandoned.
Nik pulled it out from the wall and slipped behind it, pulling
Terra after him. He was so tall that the top of the cart only went
to his shoulders. With his back to the wall, she grabbed his
shoulders and pushed him down, sliding him down the
wall.

She straddled him, falling on him,
kissing him ravenously. She was never the aggressor in anything,
much less sexually. But all her limits seemed to just vanish. All
she knew was that she wanted this man, and she had to have him.
Now.

Their bodies seemed to meld as they
fell into a deep, locking kiss, as if feeding on each other. As
they kissed, she gathered her long wrap skirt and pulled it up
around her waist. She lifted herself enough for him to quickly
unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans.

With one hand she reached behind her
and pulled her panties to the side—with the other she grasped him
at the base. The strong, firm feel of him was instantly familiar,
like it had been imprinted on her brain. She felt an immediate
sense of possession, overcome with an ancient territorial impulse
to lay claim.

She had to lift herself higher to rub
him against her opening. She couldn't believe how wet she was. She
squatted, pulling her hand away as she pushed her weight down. He
slid slowly into her. She pushed all the way down, lifting her
knees, until the full length of him penetrated her.

The suddenness of it shocked her body,
but she embraced the pain. He arched his back, his body torqueing,
flooded with immediate pleasure. He yelled out, but she put her
hand to his mouth, silencing him. She didn’t realize that she’d
also made a sound. He put his hand to her mouth as well.

She moved up, then back down, feeling
him plunge to her depths. She made another sound. He slid his
fingers into her mouth, his thumb going under her chin. She sucked
his fingers, clamping down on them to keep herself quiet as she
moved forward and back. He made another loud groaning sound. She
slid her fingers into his mouth and held his chin the same way. She
moved forward and back, then up and down on him. His face tensed
up, the tendons in his neck sticking out. They gripped each others
mouths, sucking and biting down on each other’s hands to keep
quiet.

People walked past, just a few feet
away. Someone went by, heels clipping on the hard floor, dragging
their luggage on a wobbly wheel while chatting on a cell phone. A
family went by with a teenager complaining, the language foreign
but the tone universal.

She increased her pace, grinding on
him. With his other hand he cupped her breasts, his large hands
kneading her. Their foreheads met as they leaned into each other,
both breathing rapidly though their noses, knowing that if they
took their hands away they’d cry out and be found. She moved
faster, the energy inside her building, rapidly rushing
forward.

She pressed harder, pushing herself
onto him as she thrust herself forward and back, grinding at a
furious pace. She felt his body start to shake. She remembered the
feeling, knowing he was beginning to orgasm. The force inside her
peaked at the same time. She slowed down as they both took their
hands from each other’s mouths and quickly locked into a deep
kiss.

There was an overhead announcement in
Spanish, then English, about arriving flights, followed by a
warning in a cheerful voice to not leave baggage
unattended.

He gripped her tightly, wrapping his
arms around her and squeezing her as his whole body shook. He was
hot and wet, clamped to her in a tight embrace, enveloping her in
his fierce, masculine strength. She smelled the ocean on him,
combined with his own sweet, woodsy scent. His muscles gripped her,
locking them together so tight it felt like they were
one.

They orgasmed together, in perfect
union, their combined energy wrapping them in a cocoon of intense
pleasure. They kept their mouths sealed together to keep from
screaming out. She felt him spasm inside her, releasing in deep
bursts. Her orgasm plateaued and sustained, like a high note that
continued to hang in the air. Her body shook as the pleasure rolled
through her, feeling his final spasms quiver deep inside
her.

Chapter 3

“Can I ask you a question?” she said. They were sitting in
the cab, finally getting out of the downtown area and heading up
the coast. “Sure you can,” he said. They were holding hands. They
hadn’t stopped touching since leaving the airport. She liked the
sore feeling between her legs, imagining his seed still inside her.
She could feel it, slippery and warm.

“In your letters,” she said as he
looked at her. “How come you never mentioned us? I mean, us
together. The time we spent together.” She wasn’t sure she should
mention it, but she felt compelled to ask. He slowly turned from
her and looked out the window.

A bolt of fear hit her.
Another
woman. Was there another woman in his life?

She’d never asked. I hadn’t occurred
to her. Or maybe she just didn’t want it to. But why wouldn’t there
be? How could there
not
be? She suddenly felt so young—young
and foolish and naïve, only pretending to be a real woman. Caught
trying to play grownup games.

Nik turned forward, looking at the
back of the cab driver, who was fiddling with the radio as he
drove. With a sigh he turned back to Terra and held her hand in his
lap. He moved closer to her, their legs pressed together, and
leaned close to her face. He talked softly but clearly, choosing
his words carefully. “I try to explain. As I best can.” He paused,
gathering courage. Terra’s heart beat so hard she thought she might
have a panic attack.

He looked into her eyes. “When I first
see you, last year, at the diving class. I feel something.
Immediately. The second I see… the second I look at you.” He seemed
frustrated as he struggled with the words. “Like a bolt. See, I
only know the love of family. I have been close with others, but I
never feel—I never feel—like when I see you. And that was just
beginning. I never knew what it was like to really be alive until I
see you. But you don’t live here. It—what’s the word? Selfish. Yes.
You’re going to medical school. I have no right to ask you not to
live your dream. There is a saying. What is it? If you really care
about someone, you must let go. Set them free. Let them go.
Something.” His clear green eyes misted over. “I try. I try to let
go. To let you go. To live your dreams. I just…” A single tear,
like a big orb, pushed out of his eye and rolled down his cheek. He
quickly brushed it away. Embarrassed, he turned and looked back out
the window.

Terra reached out and took his face,
turning it back toward her. She rubbed another tear away with her
thumb. She felt one of her own tears roll down her cheek. “There’s
no one else?” she asked him in a whisper. He shook his head. “Not
since I first see you,” he whispered back. She took his face in
both her hands and kissed him, running her hands through his hair
as their hot tears blended together.

Chapter 4

The
cab would only take them to the old gate on the dirt road. After
bouncing along for the last two miles, the driver protested,
insisting he wouldn’t go any further. Nik grabbed Terra’s backpack
and hoisted it, adjusting the straps for his height. Terra took her
shoulder bag and they set out on foot.

Making their way down the trail, they
didn’t say much, just held hands as they walked. Once, Nik stopped
and pulled her close, kissing her. “I just had to make sure you are
real,” he said afterward, as if afraid he was going to wake up from
a dream. Terra knew the feeling.

It was early evening when they came to
the ledge that overlooked the bay. Terra stopped, struck again by
its beauty. She remembered everything about it. The azure blue of
the water, the crisp, salty smell of the air, and the bright white
of the sand—she’d pictured it in her mind for the last year,
keeping it alive. Still, she felt as if she was seeing it all for
the first time.

The sun was close to setting, bathing
the bay in brilliant, colorful hues. The white cliffs dropped
majestically into the water. Large, colorful birds drifted off the
cliffs on currents of air.

As Nik led Terra down the embankment
toward the beach, he pointed out the progress they’d made on the
dive sanctuary. There were a number of building sites tucked along
the cliff line, each made to blend into the landscape. She
recognized everything from his drawings. The boat dock had been
extended. There was now a second boat, with a blue sail wrapped to
its shaft, in addition to his sailboat.

He pointed to the buildings. “One is
classrooms and offices, and one is research labs. That one is for
equipment storage. The other one is for housing. Already people
living there. You’ll meet them.”

Terra saw another small building site.
“What’s that?” she asked. “I don’t know yet,” he said, squinting
his eyes. “I wait to see what else we need.”

They made it to the sand. Terra took
her shoes off. The warm sand felt like fine sugar as it seeped
between her toes. She felt an immediate sense of peace and
serenity. She remembered the feeling from last time—the sense that
this was a magical place, like a place out of time.