A Touch of Heaven

by Lily Graison

  "Oh, bathroom, bathroom, bathroom!" Courtney yelled as she pointed to the convenient store up ahead. Paige rolled her eyes before she slowed the car down and got into the turn lane.

  Pulling up to the store, Paige parked the car and reached for her purse, the other girls talking and giggling amongst themselves. She was trying really hard to stay in a good mood for the reunion. Having to see her old high school boyfriend, Lance, again caused her stress levels to rise to an all-time high.

  She was on the verge of hysterics. All the talk of Simon was only causing her more distress as the gang continued to grill her and not let the subject drop.

  "I'll be back in a minute guys," Paige told them, palming her small purse and opening her door. She got out of the car with Courtney following close behind. If she didn't get away from them for five minutes, she was going to dump them on the side of the road and leave them there.

  She loved them dearly, but lord they got on her nerves.

  The remaining girls all sat back, waiting for the duo to return before they looked across the parking lot as the sound of a motorcycle caught their attention.

  "Well hello there, daddy," Kim said grinning as she watched the motorcycle come to a stop next to the store. Everyone's eyes were fixated on the driver.

  He swung his leg over the seat and stood before Heather said, "God what is it about a man on a motorcycle?"

  "It's all that black leather," Amy said, her smile matching that of her friends.

  He reached up to grab his helmet, removing it and laying it on the seat of his bike and the car exploded with excited screams.

  "Holy fucking shit!" Kim yelled, slapping at the seat in front of her. She looked out the window and pointed to the driver. "Look, look, look!"

  Standing right there, fully clothed from head to toe in black was Simon. His short peroxide blonde locks were wild and curling slightly as he placed his helmet on the seat before he walked around the front of his bike and headed in the store. Every head turned, following his movements as they watched him saunter across the sidewalk.

  His black leather jacket swung loosely around his body. Again he wore black jeans but instead of bare feet, large black boots made him look every bit the badass he probably was.

  He turned his head to the right, scanning the parking lot. Kim grinned before shaking her head. The way he walked screamed sexual grace. The man knew he was hot. If he didn't something was seriously wrong with him.

  There wasn't a sound coming from anyone. They all watched him in rapt silence. The minute he stepped into the store, screams broke out in the car, laughter and yelling almost deafening them all as they bounced in their seats excitedly.

  "Oh my God!" Kim yelled, laughing hard. "Paige is going to shit a brick when she sees him!"

  * * * *

  Chapter 9

  Paige rolled her eyes when Courtney finally exited the bathroom. She pushed the door closed behind her and locked it before she leaned against it and inhaled deeply, letting it out slowly. Turning to the mirror, she gave herself a long look before freshening up her make-up.

  She tried getting her irritation to wane. She hated the thoughts of everyone making jokes about what had happened between her and Simon. She knew she'd only been asking for it. She shouldn't have told them anything, but truth be known, she'd been excited. Excited to finally have something to tell. And boy did she tell.

  She recounted the details of what Simon had done to her—the way his mouth and body had felt along her skin and how good he felt under her hands. She blushed thinking about it.

  Simon had made her flesh burn and his kisses alone were breath taking.

  She looked at her reflection and reached up to adjust the straps of her top. The tiny smile she'd fought all day crept back up on her face as the mirror that held her interest the night before started flashing images in her mind. It sent tingles through her body.

  She watched a slight pink hue cover her face and her smile widened. She gathered up her things and turned towards the door and pulled it open. When her eyes landed on the person waiting by the wall, she gasped softly before she slammed the door back shut.

  "Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God!" Paige screamed to herself as she leaned her head against the door and tried to get her breathing under control. She felt ready to hyperventilate. Her heart nearly burst from her chest and a dizzying wave forced her eyes closed.

  "Please tell me I didn't just see Simon leaning against the wall?" she whispered, her chest expanding quickly as her breathing quickened.

  "No, it wasn't him. He's in L.A. You're an hour away from L.A... it's just your imagination."

  She finally convinced herself she imagined him standing there. All the talk of him was probably the reason. She straightened her back and looked at the mirror again. The slight pink hue that previously covered her cheeks now blazed bright red.

  Taking a deep breath, Paige turned back to the door, turning the handle and pulling it open just enough to see out into the hall with one eye.

  Her eyes widened in shock. Sure enough, there he stood, leaning against the wall, hands shoved down into the pockets of his coat and looking every bit as yummy as he had the night before.

  Swallowing hard, Paige once again shut the door, locking it, before turning and leaning back against it.

  "Shit, what do I do now?" she asked herself, looking around the tiny room.

  This is so not good. She started pacing the small-enclosed area. What am I going to say to him? Uh, hey Simon. Remember me, the slut you fucked against a wall last night?

  "Damn. Why does shit like this always happen to me?" She stopped and looked back into the mirror. "Why can't my life be boring and uneventful like it usually is?"

  What was she going to do? He would undoubtedly want to know why she took off the night before. She still wasn't one hundred percent sure herself. Well, other than making a complete fool out of herself.

  She chewed her bottom lip, contemplating her options and staring at her reflection. Just open the door and run, she thought. Her plan seemed halfway feasible in her head until she realized how ridiculous it was. That'll never work. He'll see you no matter what!

  Her smile fell away before she sighed and turned her body and leaned her butt against the sink.

  Okay, Paige, get a grip. You had amazing sex with an exotic dance, an incredible gorgeous exotic dancer, who just so happens to have given you the best orgasm of your life. No wait, make that two orgasms and who is now standing outside the door, looking oh so delicious and completely fuckable.

  "Okay," she whispered, shaking her last thoughts away. She turned and looked back into the mirror. "Just open the door, turn to the right and walk quickly and maybe he won't see you." She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

  Turning back to the door, she took the couple of steps toward it and grabbed the door handle before she steadied herself. She looked back at the mirror and fluffed her hair, just in case, before she took another deep breath.

  "On three," she whispered, counting to herself before turning the handle and opening the door. Her eyes widened when she saw Simon standing at the door, hand raised as if he were about to knock, and she froze.

  ***

  Startled would be an understatement when the door opened and Simon saw Paige. He stared down at her, seeing her wide eyes before a smile crossed his face.

  This had to be his lucky day.

  "Well, hello there, beautiful," he said, trying hard not to let his excitement in seeing her again show. He moved, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe and trapping Paige inside the bathroom.

  "Uh, hey," she quietly said, her words a breathy whisper.

  Simon smiled as he stared at her before his thoughts turned to what he knew was coming. The smile vanished as quickly as it came.

  The reunion would be a train wreck. He knew it. Knew it the minute he saw her sitting in front of that stage and set his sights on her.

  He originally hadn't planned on going but curiosity won
out. He'd purchased his ticket, telling himself she wouldn't know who he was, that any of them would know. He could go in, see if she were there and…

  Well, he didn't have a plan beyond that. Sure the romantic notion of her taking one look at him and falling head over heels in love popped into his mind but he wasn't that deluded. Things like that didn't happen in real-life. The most he could hope for was her thinking he was someone else. Simon. A man far removed from the quiet, shy Colin. But that was before. That was before he'd pulled her into a dance. Before he tasted her. Before she came around his cock screaming his name.

  He knew he only had one more shot to make her see him before all hell broke loose. Once they made it to the reunion, she'd know and his world would be over.

  Unless he could make her see.

  Turning his head, he glanced down the small hallway to his left and right before looking back at Paige. He grinned as he pushed his shoulder off the doorframe and straightened.

  "Mind if I join you?" he asked, walking in and forcing Paige to take a step back.

  ***

  Paige was too shocked by his move to say a word when he walked into the bathroom with her and shut the door behind him. The small bathroom was barely big enough for one person, let alone two, and she inhaled deeply when her back came into contact with the wall.

  She stared up at him, nervously looking around the bathroom, already knowing there wasn't an escape, before she looked back at Simon.

  "So," Simon said, leaning against the door. "Looks like my otherwise disastrous day just took a detour."

  Small talk. She could do small talk. It was the hands and the lips part she couldn’t help but be nervous about. She smiled slightly before saying, "Oh?" Her hands nervously toyed with the hem of her blouse. "Bad day?" Completely lame.

  "Not yet, but it will be in a couple more hours."

  God he has the bluest eyes. "Oh, well maybe it won't. Stranger things have happened."

  "Suppose you're right," Simon said, pushing off the door and taking a step toward her. "Like running into you again."

  Paige grinned as he smiled down at her, his eyes roaming over her body. The tingles that had been running up her spine every time she thought of him exploded as her thoughts traveled back to the night before.

  She hated to admit it, but looking at him now, she still wanted him. She told herself it was the alcohol that made her so wanton the night before but looking at him now, she knew. It had nothing to do with lowered inhibitions. It was just him.

  Her heart was beginning to pound in her chest and she briefly wondered what he would do if she just grabbed him and had her wicked way with him like she wanted to.

  She didn't have time to find out, unfortunately. He spoke and broke her train of thought.

  "So, tell me gorgeous, why'd you run off last night?" He closed the distance between them and placed one hand flat against the wall beside of her head. The other came to rest on her waist and the small contact caught her breath in her throat.

  "Well I um…"

  Paige started to explain but when Simon raised his hand from her waist and ran his finger down her neck, her throat seemed to tighten, stealing her words. Her eyes closed an instant later and nothing registered but his fingers trailing over her skin and the way he smelled. A heady mix of cologne, cigarette smoke and something she knew was just him, surrounded her.

  It was intoxicating.

  He lightly brushed his fingers over the exposed skin of her neck before running them up over her shoulder, his fingers a barely there whisper against her skin. He brushed the small spaghetti strap of her top off her shoulder and Paige gasped softly when he leaned down and she felt his lips sweep across her shoulder.

  The small tingling sensations she'd been having every time she thought of him spread like wild fire as hot wet kisses ran over her shoulder and up her neck.

  "Simon," she whispered, unconsciously leaning her head to the side. Her eyes remained shut and she tried to breathe without gasping for air.

  "Hummm?"

  "What... what are you doing?" she asked him softly, a small moan escaping her throat when his tongue ran up the side of her neck to her ear. She was at a loss as to what to do. Her friends were waiting for her but here he was, the man she had spent a restless night thinking about.

  "I'm kissing you," he whispered in her ear before sucking her earlobe into his mouth.

  "Oh," was all Paige managed to say. The throbbing sensations between her legs pounded with each bruising beat of her heart as it slammed against her rib cage. All she wanted in that moment was to feel his hands on her body, to feel his arms around her and to drown in his kisses.

  He licked around the shell of her ear before he brought the hand he had braced on the wall down and laying it on her arm. His fingers slid over her skin, his touch feather soft. He grazed her hip, not stopping until he reached the edge of her skirt.

  "Do you have any idea how I felt last night when I came back and found you gone? I wasn't any where near finished with you."

  Paige made a small whining noise at his words and heard him chuckle. The feel of his hand tracing the skin just below her skirt was almost unbearable. Of course, the minute he slipped under the fabric, his fingers crawling slowly up her inner thigh, she nearly cried out. How did he turn her into a whimpering mess with just a few touches?

  His voice broke with huskiness, the wonderful sound sending shivers up her spine. "Just thinking about you drives me crazy. I've wanted nothing more, since the first moment I ever laid eyes on you, than to worship you. To taste every inch of your body one delicious lick at a time."

  Paige licked her lips, finding them suddenly dry as she listened to him. She tried to breathe without gasping for air at his words. His fingers slowly climbed up the length of her thigh, his fingertips brushing the silk of her panties and traced light circles over the front of them. She felt her knees go weak in the same instant her pussy convulsed, the small spasm causing her muscles to clamp tight and her belly to ache.

  His whispered words in her ear and the smell of his cologne had her panting for air. She tried to tell herself that the others were waiting for her through the fog of lust clouding her mind, but the longer he continued to kiss and nip at her neck and his fingers played along the edge of her panties, the more she didn't care.

  "I can't stop thinking about you," Simon continued, whispering softly against her neck, peppering small kisses along her skin while his fingers slipped inside her panties.

  She gasped when one long digit rubbed against her clit.

  "I want you."

  Something inside her snapped. She felt it like a bolt of lightening through her system. In the boldest move she ever made, her eyes opened and she reached up, grabbing Simon's head and pulled him to her before she crushed her lips to his.

  With her reluctance shattered, she forced her tongue past his lips. Took from him what he so willingly wanted her to have and ravished his mouth. She wasted no time, pushing herself off the wall and leaning into him. She pushed him against the bathroom door, the force of impact momentarily causing the contact with his mouth to vanish.

  ***

  Simon was momentarily stunned when his back hit the door. He stared down at Paige and the look in her eyes said it all. Her wild, lust filled gaze stole the air from his lungs and he sucked in a harsh breath before she once again attacked his mouth.

  His arms wrapped around her waist and he moaned when her hips grinded against his hardening cock. He pulled her tightly against him, angled his head and drank her in.

  The small bathroom echoed with their moans. Their heavy breathing the only sound in the room. Paige ran her hands through the short blonde curls on his head and held him to her before pulling back and gasping for air.

  She stared up at him; the hungry look in her eyes causing his body to burn before her tongue was once again probing his mouth. She continued to grind herself against him before Simon reached down, grabbed her ass with both hands and held her to him.r />
  Paige raised one leg, sliding it up his thigh before he caught it in his hand. He held her to him, helping her slid up his body as she wrapped her legs around his waist. The ravenous attack on his mouth never ceased and all rational thought replaced with one thing.

  Paige wanted him.

  She proved it the next second when she reached down with one hand to the waistband of his pants, grabbing his belt buckle before breaking the kiss. She quickly unfastened it, pushing the leather away. The sound of his zipper being pulled down echoed off the walls of the small bathroom.

  Simon's mind went into overload when Paige's warm hand reached inside his jeans and pulled his cock free. She ran her hand up the length of it, watching what she was doing as he reached up under her skirt and pushed the silk of her underwear away.

  When she looked at him, she smiled before she rose slightly and positioned herself over him and she slid down his length.

  They both gasped as warmth rode their bodies.

  She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before she used her legs to pull herself up and slowly slide back down onto his hardened flesh. Her eyes closed briefly as her mouth opened and a moan escaped her when she lowered her hips, her tight passage engulfing him again.

  She rode him slowly, every inch of him filling her before she closed her eyes and let the sensations take her over. Simon watched her head fall back and her mouth opened in a silent scream. She was completely exquisite in that moment… more beautiful than he ever remembered. This woman, the only woman he'd ever met that held him spellbound with a simple glance, left him awestruck as he watched her. He clenched his jaw when she tightened her muscles around him before his head fell forward. Her hot passage squeezed him to the point of ecstasy.

  The feel of being inside her again was nothing compared to the fact that she had taken him, forcing the union in a bold move that he didn't think she had in her.

  He lifted his head, staring up at her, unable to speak as he watched her. The quiet girl he'd been with the night before was replaced with a woman who knew what she wanted and wasted no time in taking it.