Play for Me (20 page)

“No, second, actually. But the first turned out to be a
whirlwind tour. Now, I get a chance to explore on my own.”

“If you need help, you let Kehli know!” He smiled
triumphantly, and he pulled into a gated driveway. Unlocking the gate, he drove
up the circular driveway and stopped at the front door.

“Look at this place!” exclaimed Sam a little breathless. The
house, a two-story stucco, boasted four thousand square foot.

“Nice place, huh?” asked Kehli as he took out the bags and
strode to the front porch to open the door. He handed Sam the keys and she took
them but her eyes were wide in awe.

“This is beautiful! I feel like I’m in paradise,” gushed Sam.

“You are, my friend. Welcome to Maui. I go now, but here’s
my card. Call me if you need anything.” Kehli bowed gracefully.

“Thanks,” said Sam still awestruck at the luxuriousness of
the home.

“I took the liberty of stocking it for you, but if you want
anything else, there’s a store a few miles down the road. Also, here are the
keys to the car in the garage.”

“Thanks,” said Sam again, somewhat stunned. She let go of
Cracker’s leash and he sniffed around wildly.

Kehli left and Sam wandered around the house. The master
bedroom had been decorated in dark mahogany just like Ian’s and sported a huge
king sized bed. The master bathroom had all modern appliances, with a Jacuzzi
and walk in shower. It had been filled with towels of all shapes and sizes. The
kitchen had dark wood cabinets with granite countertops and a huge island which
contained a gas range and sink. The table and chairs matched the cabinets and
the dishes were of an island theme. The other two bedrooms were large; one had
twin beds while the other had a queen sized bed. They both had their own
bathroom and that finished just the downstairs. The living room faced the beach
and just as Jett promised, a Yamaha baby grand piano graced the room.

Going out to the patio, Sam looked around. It had no pool
but it did have an outdoor kitchen and apparently, access to the beach. Cracker
tried to follow Sam out but Sam wouldn’t let him. She’d never see him again. As
she stepped back in, her phone rang.

“Hey! Where are you?” Ian sounded upset that she hadn’t
called.

“Oh, Ian. I'm just getting ready to call you. You will never
believe this house. It’s beautiful. I mean not like yours, don’t get me wrong,
but wow. Jett is way too good to me.”

“Where is it, and what are you doing for dinner?” Ian had a
big smile on his face.

“Um, I don’t know.” Sam felt silly. She had been so busy
looking at the scenery and talking to Kehli, she didn’t pay attention to her
whereabouts. She ran outside to look at the house number and the street sign
and read it off to Ian.

“I know exactly where it is. Why don’t I come by in about an
hour and we can go out to dinner?”

“Sounds great,” agreed Sam. “I’ll need to do some shopping
so you can show me where.”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you,” growled Ian
which made Sam shiver in anticipation.

“Yeah, I know,” said Sam, still in awe. How she ended up in
a beautiful home in Maui and had a hunk of a gorgeous boyfriend, she didn't
know. She needed to call Deb to catch up, but first of all she needed to call
her parents.

“Hey, I’m in Maui and you just wouldn’t believe the house
where I’m staying. I think I died and went to heaven.” Sam plopped herself on the
couch, dangling her legs over the arms of the sofa.

“How long are you going to be staying there?” Bunny asked. “Actually,
I’m surprised you called me. Usually, I have to track you down.”

“See? I’m improving!” said Sam to ward off any of Bunny's
scolding.

“Your father and I have decided to come see you in Maui. We’ve made our plane reservations. Does your house have extra bedrooms?”

“What?” Sam sat up, jolted by this news. “When are you
coming?”

“Two weeks. We plan on spending a week there,” said Bunny.

“Oh.” Sam turned white, panic spreading throughout her
entire soul. “A week?”

“Why? Don’t you want us to come?” Bunny sounded hurt pulling
her guilt card.

“Of course I want you to come. It’s just that I’m not really
familiar with the area since I’ve only been here once before.”

“Good, then we will explore it together. Maybe we can meet
your architect boyfriend,” hinted Bunny.

“Um, gee. I guess so if he’s not busy. He does travel quite
a bit.” Sam stalled for time.

“Don’t you want us to meet him, Sam? You sound like you're
hedging.” Bunny’s voice came across as cool.

“No, Mom. Not at all. Make sure you email me your flight
information so I can pick you up at the airport. Two weeks, right? It will be
fun.” Sam had buried her head in her hand, her mind racing with all she had to
do.

“Good. I’ll be in touch.” Bunny smiled as she hung up the
phone. “I’ll get her to come back to Chicago if it’s the last thing I do!” She
smiled at her husband while he just shook his head in exasperation.

Sam went around the kitchen, taking inventory of what she
needed in the way of groceries. She had packed enough food for Cracker, who
seemed content in his new digs. He discovered the air vent and lay on top of it,
cooling his body. He watched Sam as she tried to get organized before Ian rang
the doorbell.

“Hey, this is nice,” said Ian as he stepped into the house. “But
you’re way nicer.” He kissed Sam hungrily, his hands roamed her body and
settled on her waist. “You’re such a pretty sight for sore eyes.”

“Aw, you say that to all the girls, don’t you?” Sam kissed
him sensuously on the tip of his nose before she settled her lips on his.

“Hey, Cracker,” smiled Ian as Cracker pushed between the two
of them. “How’s my buddy?”

“Watch your manners, Cracker,” said Sam as she pushed
Cracker’s muzzle out of the way.

“It’s okay,” said Ian with a smile. “I think the boy is
jealous.” Ian petted Cracker and got down on his level. Cracker gave Ian some
sloppy licks and ran away to show Ian his chew bone. Ian threw it to play catch
while Sam just shook her head at Cracker’s antics.

“Soon, he’ll be bored, and I can have you back into my arms.”
Sam glared at Cracker, and he trotted away to lie back down on the air
conditioning vent.

“Now, where were we?” Ian grabbed Sam’s hand and pulled her
into the kitchen where he gave the most breathtaking kiss. Sam tasted like
heaven and Ian’s hands rested lightly on her cheek, stroking the soft skin of
her face. God, he could kiss her all day if she let him.

“Oh, Ian,” sighed Sam contentedly. She molded her body to
his and could feel his arousal. “Do you want to see the rest of the house?” Sam
looked up at him with her eyes full of lust.

“I heard the bedrooms in these rented houses are awesome and
downright sinful,” answered Ian, his lips never leaving hers.

“You’re right,” laughed Sam. “Let me show you how bad they
are.” She led him down the hall to her master bedroom. “Look at this!” She
flung open the door.

“Downright sinful,” murmured Ian as he grabbed the bottom of
Sam’s shirt and pulled it over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her ample
breasts came tumbling out. Ian covered them with his hands and then buried his
face in the cleavage. “Your breasts are gorgeous,” croaked Ian. Desire coursed
throughout his veins.

“They’re too big,” stated Sam, even though what Ian did to
them sent tingles of desire coursing down her body.

“Oh, no way.” Ian placed a nipple in his mouth and sucked
slowly while his other hand brought the other nipple to a peak.

“Ian.” Sam unbuckled Ian’s belt and pushed down his pants. His
arousal sprang free and Sam gently put her hand around it and stroked heatedly.

Ian pushed her back on the bed and the rest of their clothes
flew off. Ian parted Sam’s legs and entered without abandon. He smiled at Sam's
eagerness. She met his every thrust and she came first causing him to lose all
control. He fell on top of her, breathing heavily. That had been the best sex
Ian had ever had. He tried to mentally focus on why. Could it be more than sex?
Could it be he had fallen in love with Sam? She had consumed his every thought
the entire week. As a matter of fact, he couldn’t wait to come over here
tonight.

Totally sated, Sam tried to catch her breath and it didn’t
help Ian lay heavily on top of her.
Is sex always this good? Good god, why
had she waited so long?
“Hey,” she mumbled trying to get Ian off of her.

“I’m sorry,” apologized Ian, realizing Sam's state. He
pushed off of her and lay close so he could look into her face. “You know, Sam.
That was pretty damn amazing.” He smiled and tucked a strand of her hair behind
her ear.

“I thought so, too.” Sam gently traced her finger over Ian’s
mouth loving the feeling of his lips. “Oh!” Sam gasped as Ian sucked her
finger. The tingling sensation made Sam want more. She pulled out her finger and
boldly placed her lips on Ian’s. He opened his mouth and greedily kissed Sam,
their tongues sparring, exploring. Sam crawled on top of him, her breasts
brushing his chest. Ian pressed her tightly and dragged Sam’s body
strategically placed over his erection.

“I can’t believe I’m hard again! Woman, what are you doing
to me?” Ian gasped once again as Sam’s velvety softness slid down sheathing his
erection. Already pulsing from her orgasm, Ian lost all control bringing the
two of them to dizzying heights. He held Sam tightly as the two of them tried
to control their breathing.

“Is it always like this?” asked Sam knowing she showed her
lack of experience.

“No, it’s not.” Ian kissed Sam tenderly. “This is one of a
kind and I’m not saying it to make you feel good. I’ve never had it so good.”

“I see,” said Sam with a smile. She lazily traced his
nipples with her fingertips, getting familiar with his body. She winced when
she saw all the scars and looked at him with concern.

“War scars,” said Ian, as he rose to a sitting position. “Being
a Navy Seal had its downside.”

“I’m sorry you got hurt,” whispered Sam, tears started to
form in her eyes.

“Hey, I’m alive, right?” He stroked her cheek lovingly.

“I could spend all day here in bed with you,” said Sam as
she hugged Ian.

“Yeah, the same thought crossed my mind.” Ian grabbed Sam
into a stranglehold. “I don’t think I’m going to let you go.”

“Hmm.” Sam snuggled her rear to fit completely in Ian’s
mold. They started to drift into a quiet sleep until a cold muzzle nudged Ian’s
elbow.

“Hey Cracker.” Ian sat up and patted the dog on the head.

“Cracker?” Sam sat up quickly at looked at the clock. “Ian,”
she shrieked. “It’s eight at night. The poor dog is probably starving.” Sam
looked for something to throw on and when she saw the chaos on the floor, she
sat back and laughed. “Are we two sex crazed people or what? Look!” Ian sat up,
too, and looked about. His pants were on the bed post and Sam’s panties had
been flung onto the top of the dresser.

“We’re bad,” laughed Ian. He padded to retrieve her panties
and bowed. “Madam? I do believe these belong to you.”

Snatching them out of his hand, Sam put them on and grabbed
her shirt. Cracker danced about, his need to go out strong. Ian tossed on his
pants quickly and reached for Sam’s hand to restrain her.

“I’ll take him out. You go and get comfortable and we’ll
decide what to do for dinner.”

“Make sure you hang onto him. He’ll run away if you don’t!”
yelled Sam as both man and dog took off. Sam picked up clothes from the floor
and laid them neatly on the bed. She padded into the kitchen and wondered what
she could whip up for dinner. She eyed a box of angel hair pasta, tomato paste
and spices. She also found some lettuce and tomatoes for a salad.

“What smells so good,” sniffed Ian as he and Cracker came
into the house. Cracker went straight to his food bowl, ignoring the two of
them. Ian put his arm around Sam and hugged her, while looking to see what she
was making.

“Just spaghetti. It’s all that’s here. I really do need to
do some shopping.” Sam giggled as Ian began kissing her neck. “Stop or we’ll
never get done.”

“You’re no fun,” teased Ian. He went to the wine rack and
selected a Merlot and handed Sam a glass. “To the most beautiful woman in the
world.” Sam accepted it graciously, and gave Ian a long, meaningful kiss.

“Ian, you make me so happy.” Sam smiled up at Ian.

“No one has ever said that to me before. Usually, it’s along
the lines of you don’t make enough money or you’re too selfish. I don’t know
how to handle this.”

“Really? Then I guess they weren’t the right person.” Sam
looked at Ian intently.

“No, they weren’t the right ones for me.” His gaze on Sam
portrayed his feelings as the truth sunk in. He was head over heels in love
with Sam. But did she love him?

“I’m glad,” breathed Sam in a low voice. Her eyes were as
big as saucers as she stared at Ian. She had fallen in love with him and hoped
he wouldn't break her heart. “Can you help with the plates?” asked Sam, trying
to break the spell. She didn’t want Ian to leave because she almost declared
her love for him. That would be awful. Sam remembered the talks she had with Jordan and how women always tried to pin him down. She swore she would never be that kind
of woman.

“Sure,” said Ian recovering from almost blurting his love for
Sam out loud. She’d probably freak out. “I can set the table, too!” Ian found
the drawer with the silverware and went to work. Sam doled out the spaghetti,
along with the salad and some garlic bread.

“I am impressed with your skills in the kitchen,” said Sam. “Jordan
barely knows how to boil an egg.”

“Well,” began Ian proudly. “I’m pretty self-sufficient.” He
leaned over the table and whispered, “Don’t tell anyone. If you do, I’ll deny
it.” He sat back up.