Devon Archer - Aloha Fantasy

Boyd showed her his media room with all the latest gadgets, including a sixty-inch plasma television, music center and computer, and with a plush sectional and antique oak cabinets and tables.

“You really know how to go all out,” Danica said.

“Just wanted a great place to relax and enjoy entertainment.”

“Looks like you’ve got it.”

He led her to the very spacious master suite, entering through a Japanese 19th century Meiji-period door. There were shoji doors leading to an elegant bathroom and a fully equipped office. The room itself had large windows with incredible views of the landscape, along with a sunken conversation area with bamboo furniture and an Italian ceramic gas fireplace.

Danica honed in on the king bed surrounded by bamboo furnishings.

“Who does your decorating?” she asked him.

“Actually Ashlyn gets credit for much of what you see, along with my own vision,” Boyd said.

“Well, kudos to you both.”

He smiled. “Glad you like it.”

Danica looked at him. “How long have you lived here?”

“Bought the place two years ago.”

“You’ve obviously settled in quite nicely.”

“I’d say so,” he told her as he stepped closer. He’d love to kiss her again, only this time with more passion and promise. He gazed into her eyes and couldn’t help but go out on a limb by saying, “I’m starting to settle on you.”

Danica’s lashes fluttered. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah, really.”

Her heart skipped a beat. She was feeling it too and suspected he knew that. “You’re starting to work on me, as well.”

Boyd put his arms around her slender waist, drawing them together. “Maybe we need to do something about that.”

“What did you have in mind?” she asked hesitantly.

“Just this…” He held her cheeks and laid a smooth kiss on her full lips. Feeling no resistance, Boyd continued, quickly becoming aroused and loving the softness of her mouth beneath his.

His kiss was so hot, Danica nearly melted on the spot. In an entirely natural response she wrapped her hands around his head, enjoying the thickness of his dreadlocks as she tunneled her fingers through them. Her mouth opened, drawing Boyd’s lower lip within. She found herself sucking on it, tasting the man himself. It turned her on like crazy. As did the fact that she could feel his erection pressed against her, dying to come out and be put deep inside her where he would no doubt work his magic.

Though the notion of making love to him right here and now appealed greatly to her carnal instincts, Danica resisted the incredible ache between her legs. She wasn’t quite ready to go down that road with Boyd yet. Not till they knew each other a little better at least.

With every ounce of willpower in her, Danica pulled away from the most powerful, succulent mouth she had ever felt.

“I think we’d better slow down a bit here,” she said with a sigh. Otherwise they might never get out of his room until they’d gone all the way.

“You’re probably right,” Boyd stated, forcing himself to use self-control, even though her kiss left him hungry to explore the rest of her body. But that could come later, if she was of the same mind. He sensed she was, very much so. “Shall we head to the kitchen for lunch?”

“Good idea.” Danica felt flushed and was happy for the distraction of food. Another part of her, though, was surprised that he was able to turn it off so quickly after clearly being turned on. Was that how he managed to contain his libido? Or was he simply biding his time before she surrendered completely to his animal magnetism?

* * *

“This is the kitchen,” Boyd said, sweeping his arm to showcase the room. He thought about what a turn-on it would be to feed Danica and watch those sweet lips.

Danica stepped inside a kitchen most women would kill for. At least those who could cook. It was custom designed with travertine countertops, antique tansu cabinets, built-in titanium appliances and a stone floor. There was a walk-in pantry and a separate breakfast room.

“No wonder you saved it for last,” she said. “This is fabulous.” She wondered how often he had guests over.

“Certainly makes it easy to prepare a meal,” he admitted.

Danica regarded him. “So you’re a pretty good cook, I take it?”

“I can hold my own.” He smiled slightly. “Why don’t I see what I can put together for us?”

“I’d like to help,” she told him, wanting this luncheon date of sorts to be a joint endeavor.

“Then you can.” Boyd had no problem with her sharing in the food preparation. Indeed, he found that a refreshing change from some women he’d been involved with who didn’t seem to know their left from their right when it came to preparing even the most basic meals, much less something challenging.

Between the two of them they made a shrimp salad, and had it with leftover baked boneless chicken, macadamia nuts, fresh fruit and lemonade. They ate at a wooden table in the breakfast room.

Boyd admired Danica from across the table, enjoying her company while wondering why he’d never gotten to know Ashlyn’s longtime friend before now.

“Tell me more about you,” he tossed at her.

Danica lifted her eyes to his. “What would you like to know?” Truthfully she wanted to discover more about him, too.

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