Seduction on the Cards (16 page)

Kerri didn’t bother. She couldn’t reach the lockers without disturbing the snorer. Even then it was a stretch. Once they landed she asked him to grab her briefcase and jacket. 

Her spirits rose as they deplaned, and she breathed the scents in—aviation fuel and dusty earth and sweet strange fruits. New Caledonia smelled foreign and exciting.

She’d been to Australia a couple of times, but never this far away from home. Here the earth was richly red, and the plants on the airport’s edge looked exotic, spiky and different. She could hear French being spoken, but passengers conversed in all sorts of other languages too as they made their way through into Tontouta International’s terminal.

A huge Air France jumbo squatted nearby, dwarfing their plane. She supposed Alex would be flying home Air France. Her heart turned cartwheels at the thought that he must be only a few yards away now. How much longer before she could wrap her arms around him and kiss his sexy mouth?

Quite a while, as it turned out. While other passengers forged ahead dragging enormous suitcases, Kerri cooled her very high heels and waited, and waited some more. She was just about at the point of resigning herself to surviving on the contents of her briefcase when her bag finally appeared. 

She joined the immigration queue and stood and shuffled and stood and shuffled, and reared away as a huge German Shepherd sniffed her bag.  

At last her turn came to approach the stern-looking official. He peered down his nose at her documentation, and gimlet eyes compared her with her passport photo.

“Journaliste?”

“Yes.
Oui.”
 

 “Who do you represent?”

“No-one. I don’t represent anyone.”

“Freelance?” he barked, eyes narrow.

She shook her head. She really didn’t need this.

“What are you here to write?”

“Nothing. I’m here on holiday. For
un weekend de debauche”
she unwisely added. She’d looked up the wording for ‘dirty weekend’ to give Alex a laugh.

This man didn’t laugh. He gave her a supercilious glare and banged his stamp down so hard that Kerri jumped.

“Bienvenue a Nouvelle-Caledonie,”
he grated, thrusting her passport out towards her.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Was she never going to appear? Alex moved his weight from one foot to the other, paced yet again across the big space and back again, checked his watch, jingled the car-keys in his pocket. Finally he saw Kerri limp through into the passenger arrivals area looking droopy and defeated. His eyes locked on her mouth—sulky and sexy and so kissable.

His spirits soared as he strode forward. How had someone so small affected him so strongly? He’d been on tenterhooks ever since he’d abandoned his good intentions and phoned her, wondering if she’d still attract him as strongly. Hell yes—and the yearning spread through his body like wildfire within seconds of sighting her. Every cell and fiber and molecule of him hummed with satisfaction and fierce desire.

“Bonjour cherie,”
he said, taking her bag and placing it on the floor. Then he wrapped his arms around her, and hauled her close.

“Ow!” she yelped as her breasts squished painfully against his hard chest.

He moderated his grip and looked down in concern.

“Too tight,” Kerri said, glancing south to indicate where the problem lay, and raising her expressive brown eyes to his again. “Sorry.”

A wave of protectiveness washed over him and he dropped a kiss of apology onto her brow.

“I can’t wait to kiss them better,” he teased. “So I need to be gentle with my fierce little tiger? Treat her with special care...”

He kept her close with one arm around her waist, and moved his other hand to caress the breast that was out of sight from the few remaining passengers and greeters.

“Like that, hmmm?”  

He ran his thumb gently to and fro, feeling her nipple hardening under his caress, and her heart beating a rapid fluttering rhythm. His own heart swelled with the evidence of her easy arousal, and he inhaled her sweet familiar scent as his brain flooded with erotic memories. 

 “It’s so good to see you, Kerri,” he growled, kissing her first on one cheek, then on the other, and finally brushing his lips over hers until she groaned at his restraint, and he marveled he had any left at all. “More?” he suggested against her mouth, desperate to kiss her properly now she was in his arms again.

“Much more!” she begged, parting her lips and seeking his tongue with her own.

She pressed herself against him from the knees up, nestling in close, tender breasts apparently forgotten as she responded to his barely decent embrace. God, her curvy body felt like paradise against him. She’d made him hard in seconds.

 “Kerri—stop,” he finally said, voice husky, blue jeans straining. “We still have the magic, for sure. But we don’t need to make things look this hot for the security cameras.”

“It’s okay Alex—I told them I was in New Caledonia for
un week-end de debauche.”

A big laugh joyful ripped up from some rarely used place deep inside, and he shook his head at her insouciance.

“I’m here on a serious sales trip,
cherie.
Hoping to interest medical people in some of the products that my company develops and manufactures. What if my business contacts hear that?”

She shrugged and grinned.

“Sorry,” she said, with no repentance at all on her cheeky face. “But the immigration man was being a real pain and I haven’t had any proper sleep for hours, and he just deserved taking down a peg or two.”

“Ah Kerri, it’s a good thing your pronunciation is so execrable; with any luck you were not understood.”

“Well he banged his stamp down very hard after I said it, so maybe he did understand, and was jealous.”

Alex chuckled, picked up her bag, and started to steer her towards the exit with his other arm.

“And why do they have huge scary German Shepherd dogs in the airport here? We have nice friendly little Beagles in the Customs Department at home.”

“I didn’t see them,
cherie.
Maybe it was just a security man walking through and you mistook him for Customs?”

“I know when I’m being sniffed!” she objected. “And that queue was horrendous. I’m so tired, and I had to stand for hours and my feet are killing me...”  

By now they’d reached the sunny parking area and he guided her towards the racy silver convertible he’d hired for the week. 

“It’s far too hot here,” she added. “I need to get out of these jeans.”

“It would be my pleasure to assist,” he offered, tongue-in-cheek, wondering what had really upset her and how he could help. She bristled with annoyance, and it wasn’t the way he’d hoped to find her.

There were only a couple of people visible in Tontouta’s big curved parking area. He backed Kerri up against his car, grabbed her hand, and pressed it over the steely length of his sex.

“You feel how I’ve missed you? How much I want you now you’re here?”

He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her again. She responded instantly, and he groaned as his body strained against hers. 

“How far to the hotel?” she begged, nipping his bottom lip and chafing her hips against him.

“Forty-five minutes.” He gave her another swift hot kiss.

“Damn! Too far,” she gasped, pushing herself even closer to him.

“Forty if I drive fast,” he offered, hauling her up and wrapping her legs around his hips. “Thirty-five if I break all the rules.” He fondled her bottom through the snug denim of her jeans. “Ten if I can find somewhere private along the way?”

“Better,” she muttered against his ear as she sucked the lobe and raked her fingers through his hair. She pulled back for a moment to inspect him, then grabbed his face and planted kisses along his cheekbones and over his eyelids.

“That was a very long week,” she complained, before returning to his earlobe and sucking again. “You taste so good, Alex. I want to lick you all over.”

“Ten minutes,” he repeated hoarsely. “I’ll find us somewhere.”

He set her down on her feet and ensured she was safely belted into her seat. An excellent view of her gorgeous breasts and a glimpse of the lavender lace cupping them rewarded him.

“Panties to match?” he queried, stroking a finger over the upper slope of one gorgeous breast, and intruding far enough under the lace to tweak a perky nipple. Her strappy sun-top hid very little.

“Wait and see.” She sent him a provocative smile.

He hurtled around to the driver’s seat and fired the lively car up.

“You don’t mind the top down?”

“Mine or the car’s?” she asked, eyes dancing.

“Both before too long...?”

“Just drive. To somewhere nice and private. I’m so steamed up that the air going by will be wonderful.”

Alex left rubber on the road as he departed.

Kerri pushed back into the leather-covered seat and stretched her arms out in front of her to un-kink her shoulder and back muscles.

He’s still lovely. He still wants me. It’ll be okay…

“This is so much more comfortable than the plane,” she said over the rushing air and snarling engine. 

“Bad flight?” 

“Not really. But the man next to me snored, and there was nothing to see out the window. And I couldn’t wait to be here with you,” she added, lowering one hand with delicate precision onto his groin and tucking her fingers around his balls.

She knew quite well Alex’s dark eyes had swiveled to hers, and she took perverse pleasure in ignoring him and gazing around the hilly countryside as though she was doing nothing untoward.

“It’s quite rough here, isn’t it?” she said, inspecting the red earth bank where the road had been cut through the base of a hill. She’d imagined tidy vineyards and rows of waving palms; not this tumbled steep chopped-about land shimmering under fierce sunshine.

Alex slowed for a barely visible side-road and swerved off onto a rattling gravel surface. The car danced over the stones, and slewed to a halt a hundred yards later as they reached a patch of overhanging trees. It was very rural. There seemed to be no-one about.

“Okay?” he demanded.

In answer, Kerri leaned over, unsnapped the waistband of his jeans and yanked his zipper down.

“Recline your seat,” she demanded, pushing fabric aside and pulling his erection non-too-gently out into the sunlight.

Speechless, Alex grabbed for the seat control and lay back. Kerri released their seatbelts and swooped down to bury her face in his lap, taking him into her mouth with a groan of supreme satisfaction. Her lips and tongue slid against hot silky skin that covered a rod of steel. Coarse hair and soft denim brushed against her face as she sucked and licked him. The scent of clean virile man was delicious.

Alex groaned, long and low.

She raised her head and grinned up at him. 

“You taste so good. So sexy.”

He gulped a huge lungful of air and buried his hands in her hair to keep her eyes on his. 

“And I’m sure so would you if I could get near you.”

“I got you first. I wanted you more.”

 “You think so?” he asked, eyes dancing. 

Kerri licked him from balls to tip.

“Come and show me how much,” she invited, throwing her door open and moving to the most concealed end of the car. She wrenched at her jeans, desperate to strip them off for him.

“My job,” he insisted as he arrived beside her, clutching his half-mast pants. He grabbed her hands and pushed the denim down past her knees.

 Kerri saw him smile as he touched the front of her lavender lace-and-satin thong. She knew without doubt he’d find a damp patch on the fabric.

“You’re wet for me,” he murmured, bending to kiss her belly, and  gazing again at the undeniable evidence of her desire for him.

“Sopping,” she agreed. “Hurry.”

She turned and leaned face-down on the car, and wiggled her hips towards him.

“Don’t worry about a condom,” she threw backwards. “I’m so close to my damn period that we’re safe as houses. I just
want
you, Alex.”

Alex peeled her thong down and stroked proprietary hands over her beautiful bottom. He slid his thumbs between her thighs and parted them as far as her bunched jeans would allow. He glanced down at himself and caught his breath. She’d wound him up to an impossible size. Had he ever been as hard before?

“Ready?” he asked, bending to kiss her spine.

“Way more than ready.”  

He nudged against her glistening flesh and slid inside.  

Kerri gasped as his plunging hips took him further and further into her pulsing heat. In moments, he’d buried himself to full depth. She let out a positively feral growl.

“Harder!”

Gritting his teeth, he thrust deeply, gliding smoothly, withdrawing and pushing into her, again and again.

“More!”

He closed his eyes and went for it.

“Faster, Alex! I’m desperate...”

What was a man to do but oblige?

Within seconds he felt all her muscles clench around him in powerful waves, and he gave a hoarse shout of ecstasy as he pumped his seed deep into her welcoming body.

They lay there, slumped on the car together, as bees buzzed in the nearby field and an invisible bird warbled above them in the trees.

“I bet you’ve never come so fast before,” she said, still breathless.

Alex knew she was right. Even in his very first sexual experiences he’d lasted longer than that, fumbling with condoms, worrying about his technique.

Condoms! Mindful of his mother’s unwanted pregnancy he’d always been careful to use protection. The slide of his naked skin against Kerri’s had been sensational, and he wanted more of that bliss, but had it really been safe? She didn’t seem worried about getting pregnant, but that might not be the worst concern. He felt himself starting to shrink as commonsense intruded and niggled away at his euphoria.

“That’s a bet you’ve won,” he agreed. “Never so fast before. And you?”