Zorro’s house was filled with
Tahitian music and Tahitian festive roast.
“Would you like a lei?” Zorro
Boy, did she ever. But she must have
heard wrong. It was that sensual music messing with her head.
“A - a lay?”
“Yep. Here.” Zorro’s grin was
both daring and triumphant as he handed her a necklace of chalice-shaped
Amy hid her face in the flowers and
inhaled the fragrance of pure heaven.
She looked up straight at Zorro’s
sensuous, full mouth. Double heaven. Without thinking, she leaned into him,
her lips grazing his for a crazed split second.
A fever of sudden longing scorched her
head, trapped breath in her chest, galloped in her heart. She had to pull
Zorro began to dance, right in front of
her, barefooted and bare-chested. Every ripple of muscle made Amy’s blood
turn to molten lava. She noticed how hard his nipples looked.
He took her hand in his and pulled her
into his embrace. Zzzzing! The world stopped.
The rest of the night was a blur.
Zorro’s skin pressing against her dress in a slow rhythmic dance. The
smell of vanilla and coconut and salt water. The sexual beat of the drums,
in, out, in, out, in-out, in-out, in, in, in….
“I love it,” Amy shouted above the
music. “Thank you for inviting me.”
Under his hot gaze, she felt her sex
appeal grow, like a flower caught on a fast-forward camera, from bud to
blossom in three easy seconds.
Instinctively, she reached out and
twined thick tresses of her golden hair around Zorro’s neck. Her lips
parted all by themselves.