A Fresh Start by Martha Dlugoss Page B

some wayward strands of her long brown hair
behind her ear then cupping her cheek in his hand. “I promise you,
I want to know everything about you. You can trust me.”
    “Where do I start?” She laughed shortly,
“Well, I just went through a nasty divorce. My ex-husband told me
that I wasn’t hot enough, so he had to go elsewhere. I was fired
shortly after that because my ex-husband was sleeping with my boss.
Now I’m 40, alone, and unemployed.”
    “Good.” Luke laughed at the shocked
expression on Samantha’s face. “If you ex-husband had been smarter,
you and I wouldn’t be here, and I couldn’t do this.” He leaned
slowly toward her and pulled her closer with a hand on the nape of
her neck. When he kissed her, it was all she could do not to rip
off his clothes and throw caution to the wind. Breathing hard, she
pulled away.
    “Um, as nice as this is, and believe me it
is, I can’t do a casual affair,” Samantha said, biting her lip.
    Luke’s eyes glowed hotly into hers. “Who said
anything about casual?”
    Samantha laughed breathlessly, “I’m only here
for three weeks.”
    “You’re alone and unemployed. Stay here with
me,” Luke said.
    “God, Luke, don’t tempt me.” Samantha rested
her forehead against his and groaned. “I can’t stay here. I have a
life in Michigan.”
    “Then spend what time you do have with me,”
he coaxed.
    “Okay,” she said. “I’m sorry, could we go
back now?”
    “Of course,” Luke said and smoothly got to
his feet. He held out his hand and helped her up, straight into his
arms. He kissed her again, hot and persuasive, but then he turned
and started walking back toward the hotel.
    At the door to her room, he kissed her again,
but said “I won’t ask to come in tonight, but when you’re ready,
all you have to do is let me know.”
    She practically floated into her room, then
took off the sarong and flopped on the bed. She was grinning so
hard it hurt, but it was a good hurt.
    ****
     
    The next few days passed in a blur of playing
in the surf, relaxing by the pool, and exploring the city with
Luke. He took her to his favorite restaurants, shops, and sights
only the natives knew about. Each night they walked on the beach,
kissed under the stars, and ended the evening at the door to her
room.
    On the fourth morning, she stood at her
balcony door looking down at the dining area by the pool in her
tank top and panties again. Again, Luke found her with his eyes as
he did every morning while he worked. This time, she smiled and
took off her tank top, never taking her eyes from his. She shook
back her hair and smiled at him. He stood below looking up at her
for several seconds, then turned to another waiter, handed him his
pad and tray, and took off into the hotel at a dead run. A minute
later, there was a knock at her door. She ran to it, opened it, and
was swept into Luke’s arms. They kissed blindly, then he stepped
back and looked at her.
    “You’re even more beautiful than I knew.” His
hands rested on her ribcage below her breasts, then he brought his
palms up underneath them and rotated his thumbs across her nipples.
She groaned, grabbing onto his shoulders, and pressed her hips into
his.
    “Luke, if you don’t make love to me right
now, I may combust.” She laughed, then pulled his shirt off over
his head. He grabbed her butt in his hands and picked her up. She
wrapped her legs around him and hung on as he walked to the bed,
kissing her as though he were going to devour her. He put her down
on the bed and reached for his shorts, kicking off his shoes as he
slid them and his underwear down his legs.
    Samantha licked her lips and reached for his
thick, engorged staff. He said, “Honey, if you touch me now, I
won’t be able to control myself.”
    She smiled and took his smooth, hot length in
her hand. “Good,” she purred. “Get over here.”
    Luke sank onto the bed next to her and kissed
her again. Then he removed her panties with one hand while