Tropical Tryst: 25 All New and Exclusive Sexy Reads

by Nicole Morgan

  "I can't believe people are like that with you. That seems so shallow."

  "It happens all the time, and it makes me really uncomfortable. I've gotten to where I'd rather be alone than talk to someone who just wants to be around me because of who I am."

  "That's terrible. It must make you feel pretty lonely. But what about your girlfriend, Brittany?"

  "Well, I could talk to her, but she's always seemed way more acclimated to the life of a celebrity than I've ever been. I got the feeling she didn't really understand where I was coming from when I mentioned the way I felt to her. I guess not everyone feels this way. Anyway, I just want to thank you for having lunch with me and listening to me."

  "You're kidding, right?" I couldn't believe he was serious but when I saw the look in his eyes I knew that he was. "You don't need to thank me, Shane. I've always loved talking to you. I … I've missed you."

  "I've missed you too, Maggie." He looked down at his hands for a second, then back up at me. "You wouldn't want to come back to my place for a while, would you? If you don't already have any other plans."

  I looked at my watch, not because I had anywhere to be, but because I suddenly realized we'd been sitting there talking for a long time. "Oh my god, we've been here for four hours!"

  "Oh god, I can't believe I sat here talking your ear off for so long."

  "No," I said. "I've loved every minute of it. But won't Brittany be waiting for you?" I was surprised he hadn't mentioned her more during our conversation.

  "No. She flew back to LA this morning. We broke up."

  "Oh, I'm sorry, Shane."

  "Yeah, she didn't seem to like it here as much as I do." It almost seemed like he wanted to say something more about her but changed his mind. "Why don't we head back to my place? I'd love for you to see it. It's a house up on the cliffs right on the edge of the property I'm in the process of purchasing—you know it, where the cove is, where I … where we went just before I moved away. I don't know if you remember that night? When we hung out there together under that incredibly starry sky?"

  "Yes, I do remember it." I wanted to ask him about purchasing the property, but I couldn't after he brought up that night. Every fiber of my being was screaming that he did remember and that maybe, just maybe, it was a special night for him too. I figured I could ask him why he was purchasing the land after we got back to his place. But for now I wanted to bask in this incredible feeling. "Okay, lets go to your place. I'd love to see it."

  ONCE WE WALKED in the door of the amazing house Shane was living in, I suddenly had a sneaking suspicion that I didn't know how to read men very well. I mean, I don't consider myself particularly naive, but—based on what Janine has said about me and how unsure I was about how Shane felt about me—I was way off base with what I thought was going to happen. In my mind, once we got to Shane's place, we would have a drink, sit on the couch, and talk. Not that I didn't want more, I absolutely did. But the part of my mind that doesn't believe that I'm a seductive sexpot didn't have a clue what was about to happen.

  As soon as we walked in his front door, I could feel the sexual tension between us. It was almost as if we were being pulled together by a force that was stronger than we were. We kept bumping into each other on the way to the house and then, once we were inside, Shane turned to me.

  "I want you, Maggie. I've always wanted you." He wasn't touching me, but his body was so close to mine I could practically feel every inch of him. He hovered over me, his eyes burning into mine and his hot breath tickling my lips. "I haven't stopped thinking about you since that night on the beach."

  I held my breath as his hand moved up and touched my cheek, his eyes still intent and focused on mine. His thumb brushed across my lips and I felt my head tilt back while my body pressed up against his. I could feel his desire for me, hard and firm against my stomach. It felt like a delicious eternity before his lips finally touched mine, soft at first, but then with an urgency that completely took my breath away.

  Suddenly, Shane pushed me up against the wall in the entryway, his body pressed firmly into mine and his hands lifting my face up to his. His tongue slid in between my lips to meet mine, then gently moved in and out each time his lips parted. My body melted in between him and the wall as my hands moved up his rock hard chest.

  I felt like a rag doll in his strong hands, the way they gently but firmly gripped my face and moved me exactly where he wanted me to be. I couldn't help the moans and whimpers that escaped from my throat, each one seeming to fuel Shane's passion even more.

  One of his hands moved behind my head and he pulled it to the side so that he had full access to my neck. His hot lips devoured me while his other hand slid down to my breast. "You feel so incredible, Maggie." When I felt his breath on my ear I reached up, moving my hands across his neck and face, then burying my fingers in his thick hair. Our eyes were fixed on each other and I felt like I was eighteen again, looking deep into his eyes for the very first time.

  "Where's the bedroom?" I asked with a shy smile curling up at the corners of my mouth. With those three words hanging in the air, Shane wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up, carrying me through a living room with giant glass walls and down a hallway. I giggled most of the way down the hall, then squealed when he threw me backward onto the bed.

  CHAPTER 6

  SHANE

  I couldn't believe Maggie was really here, sprawled out on my bed in front of me and looking up at me. Her long dark hair was splayed out around her and the smile on her face melted my heart. It was so genuine, not like the fake sexy look so many girls have given me in the past. It had gotten to where I didn't even feel like I could trust Brittany when we were in bed together. I knew she wasn't star struck or anything, like some of the others, but I always got the feeling that she was putting on an act for me in bed. That she didn't actually know how to just be herself.

  But there wasn't a fake bone in Maggie's body. Everything she said and did was one-hundred-percent her.

  She looked incredible laying there, exactly how I pictured her all these years. So sexy, with plenty of curves in all the right places.

  I kicked off my shoes and unbuttoned my shirt, then felt a surge in my cock as I watched her eyes move down my chest. It was nice to be admired when I could actually trust the source and didn't feel like I was in a cheap porno.

  Next came my pants and boxers, kicked to the floor with everything else. Maggie still had all her clothes on and I was going to enjoy taking every last piece off. But for now, I was loving the way her eyes took me in.

  I crawled onto the bed, my eyes never leaving hers for one second. I straddled her hips, resting my weight on my heels. My hands moved up Maggie's stomach, under her shirt. As I unfastened each button I glanced down at what was revealed to me, my excitement growing as her breasts were slowly uncovered.

  Sheer black fabric and lace covered her, but large, erect nipple still showed through. While I bent down and kissed the soft flesh of the tops of one of her breasts, Maggie arched her back and reached behind herself, unhooking her bra and letting the flimsy piece of clothing fall away.

  Maggie's breasts were magnificent. They spilled to each side of her chest in a natural way, something I rarely saw anymore. So many of the girls I'd been with seemed to believe that the only thing men were interested in nowadays were a larger, perkier set of tits, when what I'd been craving all these years was something different. Something real. Maggie was everything I'd dreamed about.

  I moved my hands up and cupped the soft flesh, gripping both breasts at the same time. The weight, coupled with the silky texture, took my breath away. I massaged both of them, kneading and squeezing them while my thumbs moved back and forth over the hard nipples. Maggie's breath grew quick and shallow when I moved my lips down and sucked one of the sensitive nubs into my mouth. My tongue swirled around while I sucked her flesh inside my mouth and gently teased her with my teeth.

  While I continued to focus all of my attention on her b
reasts, cupping them and licking every inch, Maggie wriggled out of her shirt. Without moving my attention away from her breasts, I caught Maggie's hands in mine as she reached down to take off her pants, bringing them back up so that they were on either side of her head. I could hear her breath suck in as I pressed down on them, letting her know that I was in charge—I would be taking her clothes off.

  With my hands back on her pillowy breasts, my mouth made its way between them, kissing and licking down the center of her chest. My hands moved down to Maggie's pants and I made quick work of unbuttoning, unzipping, and lowering them as I inched my way down her body. I could hear the sexy moans coming out of her each time my mouth found a new sensitive spot, but when I pulled her pants off and spread her legs apart the moans took on an even sexier, deeper tone.

  I could see her pussy lips and the dark space in between them through her sheer black panties. I pushed her legs even further apart and touched her through the silky fabric. She squirmed underneath me and when I looked up she was smiling, her eyes still closed. I hooked my fingers into the top edge of Maggie's panties and as I pulled them down, her legs closed to allow them to slide off. When they were off, she tossed them to the floor with a kick of her foot. Her eyes opened and she watched me as I moved on top of her, spreading her legs wide and wrapping them around me as I rested my cock in the open space between them.

  I lowered my lips to hers and thrust my hips into her, slowly sliding my cock into the warm, slick space in between her pussy lips. She was already wet and it took every ounce of strength I had not to swiftly plunge my cock into her right there and then. I had waited so long to feel her soft, warm pussy wrap around me. I wanted to invade her and finally make her mine, but I also wanted to go slow. I wanted to make this first time last. I knew the sex would be amazing, but the build-up—the anticipation—it was like unwrapping the best gift ever.

  I brought her arms above her head again and forced them into the mattress even harder this time. She was so sweet and gentle, but I could see in her eyes that she loved it when I took control. She looked up at me like I was her master and, because it was her, I knew how honest those eyes were. The look she gave me hit me at my core. It was everything I'd ever wanted and had never gotten from any other woman I'd been with. When I looked down into Maggie's eyes, I simultaneously wanted to take everything and give her everything at the same time.

  The head of my cock strained against Maggie's opening, but I wasn't going to let this night be over with so quickly. I wanted to draw it out, to hear Maggie moan and squeal as she came, her legs wrapped around my head while my mouth was still buried deep between her pussy lips. Then, with my cock about to explode inside her, I wanted to hear her scream my name.

  I kissed her one more time and headed south. Kissing, sucking and licking my way down her breasts to her stomach, I finally reached her neatly trimmed mound. I brought her legs up in the air, then pushed them forward so that they rested at the sides of her chest, her luscious breasts lying there between them. She looked at me with wide eyes, like a deer caught in headlights, as her pussy was spread open in front of me.

  I pushed on her legs one more time and Maggie's glistening pussy rose up in the air to meet me. My hands moved down and gripped her ass cheeks then I buried my face in her musky folds. The sounds that came out of her mouth were amazing. The breathy, high-pitched moans were my favorite. She sounded like she was having a hard time controlling herself and when my lips and teeth wrapped around her clit—and my finger slid inside her, massaging her g-spot—she lost it.

  She wrapped her arms around her legs, pulling them back and spreading herself wider for me, and her moans became more like yells. Her hips gyrated underneath me so that it felt like I was riding a horse bareback with my face. With each thrust of my finger inside her, Maggie's hips came up to meet me. She was so wet by this point that rivers of her musky desire were flowing down her ass cheeks and my chin.

  I could tell she was about to come because everything became still. Maggie's breathing stopped and her body went rigid. I continued to suck on her clit while massaging her g-spot and when her dam broke, I thought I might come right then just from the sound of her deep, throaty groan.

  Just as I had hoped, her legs clamped down around my head and her hips bucked while I continued to eat her. Then, when the intensity became too much for her, she pushed my head down and I moved back. But I was far from done. Moving forward like a panther, I found her wet hole with the head of my cock and rammed it into her with one hard thrust.

  The scream that escaped from her mouth and the look of ecstasy on her face were almost more than I could take. My entire body was shaking at this point, from excitement and from the desperate need to come inside this woman. I held out as long as I could and, when I felt myself cross over to the point of no return, I fell onto her, burying my face in her neck while the intensity of my orgasm coursed throughout my body.

  I continued to thrust into her, gripping her ass and holding it in place so that I could sink my cock into her as deeply as possible. The sound of her voice and the way her body felt against mine—and the knowledge that it was Maggie—made me come harder and longer than I ever had in my life.

  When I finally opened my eyes and saw her lying there so peacefully, I wrapped my arms around her tightly and slowly kissed every inch of her face. She opened her eyes and a smile spread across her face, an incredible sparkle lighting everything up.

  "This is exactly what I've been wanting for the last ten years."

  "What?" she asked so sweetly, while she pushed her hand up my chest and wrapped it around the back of my neck.

  "You."

  I could see a hint of pink on her cheeks and what looked like a glaze of tears in her eyes, but she didn't say anything. She just kissed me so softly and gently that it felt like we were floating together on a cloud. I'd never felt anything like that with another woman.

  I fell asleep with Maggie in my arms.

  When I woke the next morning, she was still there, her soft, warm body pressed against mine. We made love again, with a little less intensity than the night before, but it was perfect. The way her body moved with mine, it was as if we were made for each other.

  "Stay here," I said, kissing her neck and shoulders while I held her from behind. "I'm going to make some breakfast."

  "I'm ready to get up. Let me help you."

  "If you really want to help, you can sit out on the balcony and relax. I want to take care of you."

  "Okay, but you have to let me do something. Cut up some fruit, maybe?"

  "I mean I want to take care of you, Maggie. From now on."

  "Shane …"

  "I know it probably seems sudden, but you have no idea how much I've thought about you, how much I've missed you. I was young and stupid when I left here and I have to admit, in the beginning, dating models and famous actresses … well, it made me feel good. It made me feel important, I guess. But, then, after years of being in the spotlight and seeing how fake so many women were with me, I wound up only dating women who had the same experiences as I did. It just felt safer. But safer isn't always better. In fact, it rarely is. And it took me way too long to realize that."

  "I completely understand, Shane, you don't have to explain—"

  "But I want to. It's something that has weighed on my mind for a long time. I feel like I just ran away after that kiss on the beach. I didn't say anything to anyone about it."

  "I didn't either. I never told another person about that kiss. It was really special to me, Shane."

  "It was to me too, and that's why I feel like such an asshole for never having told you. It's been ten years. And, for some reason, it took me running into you again to remember how much you meant to me. When I saw you there in the restaurant, I remembered that you were the reason I loved this island so much—and the cove. And I remembered how much I've always felt that I could trust you. I haven't felt like I could completely trust anyone for a long time. After I saw you, I re
alized that you are the reason I jumped at the chance to buy that property, Maggie."

  CHAPTER 7

  MAGGIE

  " You did?" I was in shock. I was so glad this conversation was happening, but I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of Shane's mouth. I'd been kicking myself throughout the night for not bringing it up earlier, right when we sat down at the restaurant yesterday. Then, when I woke up this morning, I was worried that I'd waited too long.

  But the more I got to know Shane again, the more I had the feeling that he couldn't possibly be doing this to make money or capitalize on the land. He didn't seem like the type at all.

  "I wasn't even sure if you were still living here. I'd planned on looking you up once I got settled. But I was with Brittany and, even though I wasn't one-hundred-percent sure how I felt about her, I wouldn't have cheated on her. I could never lie to someone like that. It's just not in me."

  "I'm glad." I heard the words after I'd said them and realized how callous it sounded. "I mean, I'm glad you're not that kind of person, not that you two broke up. I guess I'm glad that you figured out how you felt, though. But what makes you think it was me?"

  "I don't know, it was almost like an idea at the back of my head that I couldn't shake, or a feeling. When the offer came up, I just knew I had to take it."

  "How did you find out about it?"

  "My manager. He's been with me for a long time. He'd been my agent up until a few years ago and, because he seemed to know what he was doing, I had him start managing my money for me. I've had a hard time getting to a place where I felt I could trust anyone, especially on that level, but I trust him. He's made some really good investments for me, and that's mostly why I'm able to afford the land. Even the money I make on all my movies wouldn't have put me in the same league as the other guys who wheel and deal in that kind of market."