“ I’ll get back with you,” she said.
“ Dani-”
“ Not now, I’ll call you, soon,” she said, and she cradled the phone.
She started toward Kevin. “I need a drink, how about you?”
“ Scotch and water.”
Her silky hair whipped around as she spun on her heels. She put a spring in her step and she knew that Kevin was feeling lucky. She’d never bedded him in the residence before.
In the kitchen she made two quick drinks, then started back to the guest bedroom. He was at the bureau, tapping out more of the white powder, dividing it into four white lines when she came back into the room. She set them down on the nightstand next to the bed, then came toward him.
“ Did some while I was in the kitchen,” she said. It wasn’t a question.
“ Small ones,” he said, like that made it all right to do more. Then he said, “There was a man on the plane claimed to be engaged to you, so it appears that I’m not the only heart that’s fallen under your spell.”
“ Really?” she said, feigning surprise. “He said we were engaged?”
“ Something like that. He said he was coming to Trinidad to marry you.”
“ And you just assumed I’d say yes and jump into this stranger’s bed?” She curled her toes in an effort to keep the anger out of her voice.
“ He sounded so sure.”
“ Does he have a name?” Dani asked, still pretending ignorance.
“ Broxton.”
“ Bill Broxton?”
“ That’s him,” he said.
“ He’s an old friend.”
“ He works for the DEA.”
“ Yeah, I know that. He’s a systems analyst of some kind. We grew up together.”
“ He thinks you’re going to marry him.”
“ Then he’s wrong.”
He smiled, that seemed to satisfy him. She was beginning to have second thoughts. Maybe he wasn’t for her after all. However, as she’d just admitted to him, he was the only man on the planet that could ever understand her. But she didn’t like it that he’d pinched some of the coke, the deal was fifty-fifty. He was making enough that he didn’t have to skim off the top. And she didn’t like him not telling her what happened on the plane. And she really didn’t like his smug, holier than thou attitude. This was not going to be a marriage made in heaven, she thought and she wondered if there was going to be a wedding at all.
Then she thought of Bill Broxton. What would her life have been like if he’d married her way back then? Would she be a frumpy stay-at-home mom, or would she be an honest Josephine, balancing motherhood and career? But he’d never asked, he married someone else, and things were the way they were. She could never marry him now. It would be the end of everything.
Still standing, he turned toward the bureau and picked up the mirror with the cocaine on it.
“ I won’t do any more,” she said. She had strict rules and he knew it. Never do the drug, except when testing. She’d done her test, now she would have her drink.
“ Relax, these are all for me,” he said, as she studied the four lines, little snakes of white powder, on the mirror. He looked toward her, like he was expecting her to hand over the rolled bill. When she didn’t, he reached into his pocket, took out the blue hundred, rolled it, and quickly inhaled two lines. Then he picked up the small mirror and offered it to her with hope dancing in his eyes.
“ Why does it always come to this?” she said.
“ What?” he said.
“ You think if you get me high enough I’ll hike up my dress right here?” He was a better than average lover, but he was insatiable. He wanted more than she wanted to give.
“ Come on, Dani,” he said, pleading with his eyes.
“ Finish it, Kevin.” Why did she always give in? She was a strong woman, she didn’t have to spread her legs for him every time he snapped his fingers.
“ But they’re for you,” he said, still trying.
“ Finish it,” she said under her breath as she turned away from him and moved toward the bed. It was almost an order and, in the wall mirror above the bed, she saw his ears turn red. He’d been in Trinidad long enough to think like a Trini, and Trinis didn’t like women giving orders.
He opened his mouth, but stopped as she reached her hands over her shoulders and took her dress by the straps and started to pull it up, revealing first pale pink panties, then her bare back as she pulled it over her head and dropped it at her feet. She turned to look at him, but he couldn’t meet her eyes, he was captivated by her breasts.
“ Do you like them?” she said. “So round, so perfect, nipples so hard, standing at attention for you. I’m hot for you.” She’d learned early on in their relationship that these were the kinds of things he like to hear. She didn’t mind saying them, it kept him excited and hard.
He could only nod as she stepped out of her panties and showed herself to him. They stood like that, facing each other for over a minute. She shivered a bit as he drank in her body. Then she hopped onto the bed and pulled her knees up under herself till she was sitting in a full lotus position.
“ Aren’t I just the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen?” she said, and using both hands she brushed her blonde hair, silky with a little sweat, off her breasts and back behind her ears. She looked at him, her full lips curved up in a half smile, her mouth partly open, her clear blue eyes, unblinking. He was hard in a heartbeat.
“ Say it, Kevin, do you like what you see?” She’d turned her voice from the cool businesslike tone she usually used into an animal husky kind of thing that was like a razor shooting down his spine to his erection. He looked like he was going to explode, just looking at her. She was excited too, but she couldn’t get that stolen coke out of the back of her mind.
“ Go on, say it, do you like what you see?”
“ Yesss,” he hissed, sounding like the snake that tempted Eve. He couldn’t take his eyes from her breasts.
“ Then finish it.” She nodded toward the cocaine on the mirror still in his hand.
“ Yes,” he said, obeying her. She was still glorying in the rush she received from the two lines she’d done earlier, reveling in the electric tingles that danced on her skin and shivered down her spine. She took a deep breath, held it and lay back on the bed, arms behind her head, legs spread wide.
He pulled at his clothes.
“ Hurry,” she said, “I want you in me.” Now the words were for her as well as him.
He kicked off his loafers, ignored the socks and pulled his trousers and boxer shorts down, shaking them off as he made his way toward the bed. He left the silk shirt on, but she ripped it off him as he climbed on top of her.
“ In me now,” she urged, and she took hold of him and guided him into the heat of herself. She thrust up at him and he pounded down. Her nails raked along his back, drawing blood.
Time stood still as he thrust himself at her, seeming to push himself in deeper and deeper. She was engulfed by pleasure, lost in it, surrounded by it. She was on the edge, straining, close to the mountain top, but unable to take that last step. She felt like he was going to burst inside of her, but she kept him on the razor, slowing her movement just when he was about to blast off, making it last longer for him and for her, until there was nothing she could do to stop him and he exploded with a sigh. But she wasn’t there yet so she dug her hands into his buttocks, pulling him into her, pumping, keeping him hard. She wouldn’t let him quit, and to her amazement, he didn’t. She was on the edge of exhaustion, panting heavily, every muscle taut, every nerve glowing, drenched in sweat and her heart was thumping, threatening to beat out of her chest.
And then it happened.
She screamed as the orgasm shot through her, lightning quick and thunder deep. Then it was over and she knew exactly why she was marrying him, but she had to get some things straight first.
“ Good lord,” he muttered, as she rolled him off. He flopped over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, panting and gasping for breath as she willed her heart to slow it’s rapid breathing.
