Page 6 of St. Lucia Escapades
Good. You can never be too careful these days.
Aye, true enough. Well, good night Cord. I’ll text you tomorrow and we can make plans.
Good night Moira. I look forward to seeing you again.
Cord plugged his phone in and stepped out onto his deck. He breathed in the night air and let his thoughts wander. Who would have thought when he agreed to this vacation that he would meet an Irish siren?
Moira
Moira awoke to island birds and a gentle breeze blowing through her condo. As she stretched, the events of the previous night came drifting back. She felt herself smiling as she remembered Cord. Their conversations over dinner and how it felt when he held her and kissed her.
‘Bloody hell, he was a woman’s walking wet dream.’She thought slipping from the king-sized bed.
Grabbing the light robe from the foot of the bed, she practically floated out the French doors in the bedroom onto the deck. The morning was beautiful. The soothing sounds of the ocean washing ashore mixed with the birds was something she had only written about. Twenty minutes later, armed with coffee and her laptop, Moira sank into one of the comfy deck chairs. The events of last night and waking up to a magical island morning, she was feeling inspired. She opened her laptop and loaded up her writing program and within minutes she was typing away.
For over two hours she sat on the deck writing away. She paused as her phone dinged. Glancing over, she couldn’t help the smile she felt expanding over her face. Sitting the laptop aside, she picked up her phone. It was Cord.
Morning. I know we said we’d text later, but I had to at least tell you good morning.
Good morning Cord. Hope you slept well. I know I did.
I’m glad to hear that. So, what are you doing right now Moira?
Moira giggled. She reached for her coffee and saw it was empty. With cup and phone in hand, she rose from the chair and walked back into the condo. As she waited for the coffee to reheat, she replied to Cord.
At the moment, I’m getting a coffee refill. I woke up and felt inspired. The last two hours I’ve been on my deck writing.
Inspired huh? What inspired that gorgeous mind of yours?
A few things I think of like the ocean air, the island beauty…
And?
Moira nibbled her lip as she poured the coffee. Should she tell him that he was probably the biggest inspiration? Not just in her writing that morning, but the previous night he had taken center stage in a very erotic dream scape. Armed with a full cup of coffee she returned to the deck and sat down again. Debating a few more moments, she decided to just go for it and tell him. What the hell right?
You.
Cord
Cord sat on his own deck reading Moira’s answer. He knew he had to be grinning like a fool but so what. An internationally best-selling author just said he was her inspiration. What red blooded man wouldn’t be flattered. Taking a sip of his own coffee, he started typing.
So, I’m your inspiration huh? I think I like that.
:) What can I say, after last night I had plenty of…inspiration to choose from.
Cord couldn’t stand it, he had to hear her voice. She answered after the first ring, “What exactly did you have to choose from Moira?
“Hmm, now why should I tell you Mr. O’Brien?”
“You know you want to tell me as bad as I want to hear you tell me.” He chuckled.
Moira giggled and lord, the sound shot right to his dick.“I suppose I could tell ya’ a little. Last night I dreamed about you. That you continued what you started at the club on the dance floor.”
“Believe me baby, I wanted to. I dreamed about that last night too. Imagining what it would feel like, us being together.” Cord replied, his voice deepening.
“Mm, I think I like that you dreamed of me too.”Moira sighed.
“Damn woman, I want to see you. Right now.”
