Page 13 of Five Mistletoe Moments
“Yes.” As they ate, the two conversed about everything and nothing. After finishing, they still had some time before the show began and trekked down to the beach where several hammocks awaited. He helped her in, then climbed in beside her. These were the moments Dwight enjoyed the most. Neither felt the need to fill every second with conversation. It was if they’d known each other a lifetime, instead of mere weeks. Dwight studied Mia. The serene smile on her face warmed his heart. He took in his surroundings—palm trees swaying in the gentle breeze, the ocean lapping against the shore. He’d have to thank Dwayne for the suggestion.
“Is something wrong?”
He frowned. “No. Why?”
A smile curved her lips. “You’re staring at me.”
“I can’t help it. You mentioned this place being beautiful, but it doesn’t hold a candle to you. I love everything about you, especially your giving heart. That’s what drew me to you.” Dwight hadn’t meant to say all those things here—he wanted them to be in a more private place—but she’d asked and he answered.
Mia reached for his hand. “I think that’s what called me to you. Somehow, my heart knew that yours was pure and loving, and just what I needed.”
More than anything, he wished they were back at the resort to finish the conversation. However, at that moment, someone made an announcement for them to move to the area where the show would be held. They followed the group through a torch-lit pathway to an outdoor amphitheater within the tropical rainforest. Once the show started, he glanced at Mia. Her eyes were riveted to the stunning acrobatic performances. Entwining their hands, he turned his attention back to the show.
Three hours later, they entered their room and Mia still had wide grin on her face. “Oh, my goodness. That was the best show I’ve ever seen. The stories and folklore told through the music and dance was so hauntingly beautiful and amazing. I’ll never forget it. Thank you so much. Like I said earlier, feel free to surprise me anytime you want.”
Dwight laughed softly. “You sure? I thought you didn’t like surprises.”
She waved a dismissive hand. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just kidding.”
“Mmm hmm.”
“I’m still excited. Can we go sit on the balcony and listen to music? I brought my speaker.”
“Sure.” She danced her way across the room to her bag and he smiled. Opening the glass door, he made himself comfortable on a lounger. A minute later, music poured through the small device. She’d made a playlist of Latin songs and he couldn’t help watching the sensual way she moved her body in the seat next to him.
“This is my favorite song!” Mia jumped up, threw her hands in the air and began doing a salsa, while humming.
When the chorus started, she belted out the Spanish lyrics as if it were her native language. Dwight couldn’t take his eyes off her. Every seductive sway of her hips pushed him closer and closer to the edge and he had to close his eyes to gain some level of control. By the time the song ended, his heart raced as if he’d completed a five-mile run.
She fanned herself. “Whew! I’m going to get some water. Do you want something?”
He slowly rose to his feet. “What I want,” he started, closing the distance between them, “isyou. Under the mistletoe. Preferably naked.” He’d hung them all over the suite, including the balcony. Banding an arm around her, he crushed his mouth against hers in a kiss with a hunger that stunned him. Dwight released the tie on her top and it dropped to her waist. The knowledge that she didn’t have on a bra aroused him further. Dipping his head, he trailed kisses over her shoulders and neck, and reached down to knead and massage her breasts.
Mia moaned loudly.
Continuing his quest, he slid down the zipper of her skirt, took a step back and let it pool at her feet. “Step out,” he murmured. Once she did, he backed her toward the lounger and admired the alluring picture she made lying there wearing nothing but some barely there black lace panties and her jeweled sandals. Dwight dropped to his knees, lifted her foot and kissed her ankle. He repeated the same gesture on the other foot, and then, holding her legs apart, alternately kissed his way up both inner legs to her center. He flicked his tongue against the spot and her hips flew off the bed.
“Dwight!”
He slid her panties down and off, then stood to remove his clothes and don a condom.
“I love this body of yours, Dwight,” she said, sitting up and kissing her way across his chest when he sat on the lounger.
Each touch of her hands on him sent electric shocks through his body and he sucked in a sharp breath. He slid down her body, hooked her legs over his shoulders and settled between her thighs. At the first stroke of his tongue, she stiffened and screamed. He swirled deeper and moved with long, bold strokes from bottom to top and back again.
He slipped two fingers inside her opening as he took the tiny bud between his lips. She was so sweet, so responsive. He quickened the pace and her thighs tightened on his shoulders, her hips arched off the seat and her body shook uncontrollably as she climaxed all around him. He slowed his movements, withdrew, swept her in his arms and sat. Dwight shifted her until she was straddling him. He palmed her backside and ground his body into hers, groaning at the exquisite feeling.
“Don’t tease me.” Mia wrapped her hand around his straining erection and stroked him from base to tip.
He jerked upward and muttered a curse. Before she could draw her next breath, he lifted her and entered her with one long thrust. They both moaned. Locking his eyes on her, Dwight started with slow, circling movements. He guided her hips as he kept up the measured, insistent rhythm. The sheer magnitude of his emotions overwhelmed him and he changed the tempo. He increased the pace, his strokes coming faster. “I love how your body fits mine,” he murmured, not slowing. He felt her walls clutching him and grasped her hips, thrusting harder.
More, Dwight,” she begged.
Gripping her buttocks in his hands, he stroked deeper and harder, giving her everything she asked for. Her body trembled around him and her inner muscles clenched him, almost snapping his restraint.
Mia convulsed with a loud wail and he quickly covered her mouth with his.
Dwight went rigid against her, then bucked and shuddered as he came right behind her, collapsing against the lounger with a harsh groan of satisfaction. He had to convince her to go home with him.
