by Erika Rose
“Jason, you’re whining like a two year old?”
“Am not!” Jason said petulantly. Mia merely cocked her brow with an I told you so look.
“Fine, I’m hungry and tired of making decisions.”
Mia smiled at him. Whenever she aimed that smile at him, it punched him straight in the gut. “You decide.”
Mia turned towards the various shower heads and selected two, “This one massages and pulsates the water,” she held up the first one. “And this one has five different options. Rain, heavy stream, aeration, massage and wait there’s another one…” She turned to look at the description and Jason caught himself smiling. She really was cute when she got serious about the functions of a shower head. Mia turned around and smiled at him, “Oh and mist.”
Jason grinned, “The second one.”
“Great, now what’s next on the list?”
“Dinner.”
Mia looked at him surprised, was he inviting her to dinner again? After what happened last time? Jason’s phone started to ring, and without looking he answered the phone still smiling at Mia, “Jason Pike.”
Mia could hear a woman speaking on the other line and experienced a deja vu moment from a week a before.
“Yes, that’s fine. Leave the ice sculpture and get the doves.” He nodded a few times and answered again, “I’ll be back in a few weeks, anything else you want to know before then you can either email Angelique or speak to my assistant.”
Mia immediately knew it was probably the wedding planner. Feeling guilty for spending the afternoon with a man about to be married, she wandered into a different aisle. She found herself between lightning fixtures and chandeliers. She couldn’t help but wander towards a copper chandelier that had pots, pans and a kettle hanging from it. The lights were in the center of a large brass ring from which the pots and pans hung. She imagined it in the kitchen of the house of North Shore and couldn’t help but think it would work perfectly.
“Thought I’d lost you.” Mia turned as she felt Jason’s hand settle on the small of her back.
“Thought I’d give you some privacy.”
“It wasn’t necessary but thank you.” Jason turned to look at what had caught her attention, “Wow, that is quite interesting.”
“I know, one day I’d love to have something like that in my kitchen.”
“Then we’ll get it for the house.” Jason walked towards the sales person to arrange for delivery. Mia sadly nodded her head; his house wasn’t her home, although it had started to feel like it.
Chapter 7
“So what do you feel like?” Jason asked as they settled in his rental car.
“You’re serious about dinner?” Mia asked him raising her eyebrows in question. Jason read the question perfectly but decided to ignore it, is this a good idea? Besides, he thought, they’d be in public safer than they would be alone at home.
“Yes, I need to thank you for all your help and what a better way than to give you the night off from cooking?”
Mia chewed her cheek in thought, “Have you ever been to a Luau?”
“A Luau? No, can’t say I have.” Jason sounded intrigued.
“Well, then we’ll go to a Luau.” Mia thought this was the best idea she’d had all day. She’d take him to the Luau where Alana’s husband Miku worked. They’d be surrounded by people and there would be no dark corners for either of them to get any ideas. A short while later they pulled up. Jason was mystified. Everyone was wearing leis and some of the women even wore coconut bikinis and grass skirts. There was a live band playing traditional Hawaiian music and the vibe was distinctively island. Feeling carefree he ordered a Mai Tai for each of them and they took a seat not too far from the stage. After some fire dancing, traditional Hawaiian dancing and some singing dinner was announced. He watched as a few obviously strong men hauled a pig on a spike from a pit in the ground and then carried it through the crowd to where it was going to be carved. The host announced the hula competition was about to begin and all ladies were welcome to join in, the winner would get a free cocktail. Jason was about to tell Mia to relax he’d buy her another cocktail when he heard someone start to chant her name. “Mia! Mia! Mia!”
Mia laughed and turned to the chanter, a large man with long black hair and a tribal tattoo covering the left side of his face. She stood up and turned towards Jason. “Sorry, I always take part whenever I come, don’t be embarrassed too much.” She laughed as she walked towards the stage. Jason was speechless, she was wearing cargo pants and a t-shirt without a trace of makeup and she was willing to go and dance on stage. He wasn’t judging at all but knew from experience most women would only be bold enough to that if they were looking their best. The tattooed man started chanting Mia’s name again as the music started, Jason returned his eyes to the stage where Mia was now wearing a lei and a grass skirt over her cargo pants. As the music started he watched her hips slowly start to move to the rhythm. Forcing himself to take his eyes off of her hips his gaze travelled up to her eyes, he found her watching him intensely as her body started moving faster with the music. He felt a stirring in his groin, and a thirst that couldn’t be quenched. He took a large gulp of his second Mai Tai without breaking eye contact once. Mia was obviously enjoying herself, she was laughing and dancing and not at all concerned about the crowd of fifty or more watching her. As the music reached its crescendo, her hips started pulsing rhythmically and Jason could do nothing more than watch her. He was lost in her brown eyes, her hips moving to the music and the passion that ricocheted between them.
“That was the most fun I’ve had in years.” Jason said as he started the car a few hours later. Mia had hypnotized him with her body but as soon as the dance was over, which she had won, she had brought the tattooed guy over to meet him. Miku was a large man with even larger hands and even though he looked tough and intimidating from the tattoo, he was actually kind. Jason couldn’t help but nod at the silent warning Miku had given him with regards to Mia. Mia had laughed and teased Jason about being scared of island people, although Jason hadn’t mentioned the man-to-man exchange that had taken place while her attention was elsewhere.
“I know, I always come here to relax. It’s fun and the food is always great.”
“I must say I was a bit scared when I saw them pull the pig out of the ground.”
Mia laughed, “The pig never touches the ground, they only roast it in the pit. It gives it that great smoky flavor and it is always tender.”
“I can’t say I’ve ever eaten anything that good.”
“Exactly. Thanks for dinner by the way.”
“You deserved it, and that cocktail you won.” Jason had meant to tease her, but at the mention of the dance and the intimate stare they had shared, the atmosphere in the car changed immediately. It was laden with the unspoken desire of before.
Mia cleared her throat, but couldn’t find any words. Jason looked at her briefly, his eyes trailing down to where her hands rested in her lap. How much he wanted her to place one hand on his thigh, as if they were a couple driving home from a night out.
He turned his attention back to the road, and switched on the radio. Jamie Foxx started singing about a gold digger, and Jason couldn’t help but think how much the song reminded him of Angelique. The song reminded him of her demands for the wedding and for the house and her penchant for fine things. How didn’t he notice this before? He smirked at himself for getting engaged to her in the first place. As the song came to an end, Ellie Goulding started crooning about touching. Jason listened to her sing about the effect a single touch had on her, and he dared glance at Mia. Mia turned to look at him the same time and their gazes locked. The car slowed down as passion and desire built along with the song in the confines of the rental car. The rest of the drive went by in a heartbeat. As Jason pulled into the estate he knew tonight he was going to put it all at stake. He wanted Mia more than he wanted air. After taking care of his family and his business for so long, tonight he wanted to take ca
re of himself and make love to the woman who heated his blood more than the fiancée he hadn’t thought of since he had gotten into the car with Mia earlier that day.
Mia stepped out of the car, her heart beating a mile a minute, she had understood and felt every word Ellie had sung, and knew that was exactly what she wanted. Tonight there would be no running, no shame, and no guilt for a woman she had only seen in magazines. Tonight she was going to allow herself to be swept away on a cloud of passion.
As Jason approached her, she opened her arms, knowing there was no way either of them could turn away.
Chapter 8
Without a word their mouths crushed against each other, feeding the need that had been building all week. She felt his hands in her hair, gone was the soft touch from last week, his hands were demanding, turning her head to sweep his tongue deeper. Mia felt her knees go weak from the sensation of his determined touch and relentless tongue. She wanted more.
She pulled away from Jason noticing his eyes were clouded by passion in a darker shade of blue; she took his hand and turned away from him, smiling over her shoulder. “My place is closer.”
Jason tugged back, “My bed is bigger.” His mischievous smile was like a drug to her system. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs. His bed was bigger but it was further, not wanting to waste another second or allow doubts to creep up on her, she pulled her hand from his. Noticing the disappointed look on his face she set off on a run yelling over her shoulder, “I’ll race you there.”
Jason felt his heartbeat quicken at the sight of Mia running to his bed. He pushed aside all doubts to the back of his mind. In his heart he knew it had never been more right.
Mia laughed all the way through the house, the sound carrying down to the stairs where Jason was taking them two at a time. Nothing had ever turned him on more than Mia’s laugh resounding through his house. As he stepped into the bedroom he found her standing at the window, still giggling.
Mia knew it was her nerves bubbling over and yet didn’t know how to make the giggles subside.
She hadn’t been with a man for more than six years, and all these years she had promised herself if she ever succumbed to a man again it would be because she wanted to. She wanted to spend the night with Jason but she started second guessing her ability. Her previous attempt had barely lasted more than ten minutes and had left her sore and filled with regrets. The situation with Jason was so much more complicated, and she was at risk of losing much more than her virginity.
All thoughts and doubts drifted into thin air, she sobered instantly as Jason stepped into the room. He walked towards her with a determined stride and a hunger in his eyes.
For a moment hesitation crept through the cracks of her defense but as Jason’s hands rested on her hips, she knew she had lost the war even before the first battle had been fought.
His mouth feasted, his hands explored, her breath quickened a little more with each touch.
Wanting to take him for herself, her hands roamed over the defined ridges of his strong back. The last time she had allowed someone to touch her this way, it was a boy.
But it wasn’t a boy sending waves of desire gushing through her system. This was a man. A man who knew where to touch, where to caress and where a little touch of teeth was required to cause the sensation to spiral even further through her body.
Jason would never call himself a ladies’ man, however he wasn’t a saint. He had been with women because they were available; he had been with women because he needed release, and because he thought he felt something close to affection.
He had never needed woman like she was his last breath, his only escape, his only reason for living. He grabbed the edges of her shirt and pulled it over her head, needing to touch her flesh. She arched for him as his lips trailed down her throat into the valley of the soft swell of her breasts. He felt the need build within him, the need to be surrounded by her.
As she released her bra and it slipped to the floor, he barely had the chance to enjoy the sight of her before his mouth settled on her breast.
Mia’s quickened breath turned to gasps. His mouth was warm and wet on her taut nipple. A direct line between her nipple and her swollen centre came to life. With each tug she felt another swell building. She pulled his head away from her breast, back to her mouth. She demanded more, took more and all thoughts about this being wrong vanished along with doubts about her ability to please him. She could taste his desire for her, feel his swollen length pressing against her belly. Wanting to touch him, she lowered her hands to his zipper, tentatively touching him through the coarse fabric of his pants.
Jason gasped, her innocent touch made him wanting to feel flesh. He wanted more than her breasts. He stepped back from her, losing himself in her big brown eyes, her lips were swollen from his kiss, her chin slightly pink from his stubble. He briskly dragged his shirt over his head, grabbing her by the hips he picked her up and stepped forward, pressing her back against the newly painted light blue wall.
Mia felt the cold wall against her back, and Jason’s warm torso pressed against her bare chest. Her sensitized flesh absorbed every tingle and sensation from his muscles to his chest hair. She had barely adjusted to cold and warm sensations flooding her system, when she felt his hard cock press against her moist core. Reveling in the sensation, she let her head rest against the wall as Jason pressed harder into her. Wanting to feel more she pressed down with her weight, meeting his thrust for thrust.
Knowing he couldn’t wait much longer, Jason carried Mia over to the bed. She settled on the pillows, watching him while biting her lip. She placed her hands behind her head for support, her breasts bare, her nipples erect. He kicked off his pants, socks and shoes following in swift movement.
Mia had never seen anything more beautiful. The sight of Jason standing naked at the foot of the bed had her throbbing and aching for his touch. “What are you waiting for?” She asked. Gone was the shy girl that doubted her abilities. He was enjoying the view, she could tell from the way his manhood stood proud.
Jason smiled coyly, “Can’t a man take a minute to enjoy the view?”
Mia smiled, feeling wanton she stood up on the bed with a twinkle in her eye, “Can I try to make the view even better?” She slowly started pulling down her underwear and cargo pants at the same time. When they were kicked to the floor, Jason’s eyes travelled over her. She had never known the power of being the object of a man’s desire, but it was the most powerful feeling in the world.
Jason jumped on the bed and dragged her down next to him. When their eyes were level with each other he said in barely more than whisper, “How am I supposed to take this slow if I feel like a teenager when I’m around you?”
Mia laughed and felt his hand trail slowly along the line of her hip, “Who said you should take it slow?”
Jason’s naughty smile should’ve been an indication that she was playing with fire, but she had never been more eager to burn. Before she knew what was happening Jason had pushed her onto her back, and settled on top of her. His manhood teasing her damp entrance and his face an inch from hers, “We’ll speed it up a little later, for now I want to take my time with you.”
Mia felt him tease and prod her centre, and just when she wanted to buck her hips to meet him, he started moving down her body. Quick nips and slow wet kisses awakened all her nerve endings. Her breath quickened when his mouth settled on her left breast, teasing nipping and tasting every inch. As he lowered down her body, leaving a wet trail of kisses she nestled her hands in his hair. He lowered even further, Mia tried to pull her legs towards each other, but sensing her shyness, Jason grabbed her knees and kept them firmly in place before lowering over her moist curls. Mia closed her eyes feeling embarrassed at the thought of him kissing her most intimate part, but as his tongue slowly probed between her soft swollen folds, gasps quickly turned to moans. His strong hands were firmly massaging her knees as his tongue assaulted her most tender spot. Teasing, taunting,
tempting. She felt a wave build within her, and wondered if she was about to die.
Jason glanced up as he heard Mia began to moan, she sounded surprised as her release started to build. Not knowing if she hadn’t experienced an orgasm before or if she just doubted if he could give her one, he vowed to make it the best one she had ever had. He focused his attention back to actions of his tongue, nipping, sucking, and circling. He slid one hand slowly up the inside of her thigh, trailing his fingers softly, knowing the sensations that must be building in her. When he reached her entrance, he sucked hard as he pushed his finger deep inside her. He felt her pulse around him, her legs stiffening involuntarily at the release, her entire being succumbing to the sensations. Jason kept massaging the hard nub nestled in her folds until the last wave of release washed over her.
Mia opened her eyes, not knowing if she should be ashamed or if she should build a statue in his honor. Reading about it, and experiencing it were two completely different things. Her whole body felt relaxed, she had a feeling she was wearing a stupid smile, but couldn’t do anything more than smile at him. As Jason withdrew his finger from deep inside her, she immediately missed him. She watched him pull his wallet from his pants and remove protection. He deftly tore it open and put in on.
As he walked slowly towards her, she focused on the size of his manhood. If his finger had felt that large inside her, what if he didn’t fit? Jason noticed her reticence and slowly sank down on the bed next to her. “What’s wrong?”
Mia shyly lowered her eyes and answered softly, “You’re so big.”
“Thanks,” he said cockily, but noticing she didn’t laugh he carefully lifted her chin with his finger, “What’s wrong?”
Mia didn’t want to sound like a prude, but maybe it was best if he knew before hand rather than being disappointed afterwards. “I’ve only been with a man once.” Her voice was soft.
“You’ve only been with one man?”