Was this sexy enough for Miles? And how the hell was I supposed to seduce him? I had been churning over the possibilities until my brain started to hurt, like for real kind of hurt, something I didn’t even know was possible until now. I was so over my head with all this.

  Fuck it. I had no plan, but it was time to get moving.

  I took a deep breath, left my room, and headed to the dining area. The local guests had already finished dinner. Miles and dad were the only ones left. They seemed to be getting along well enough by the number of empty beer bottles surrounding them.

  “Tay-Tay, there you are!” Dad said. “Come and eat.”

  Miles turned and smiled at me, his deep blue eyes piercing through me, and for a second I was sure, just freakin sure he knew somehow I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and my heart jumped in my chest.

  Impossible, I thought, yet somehow I could not shake off the feeling that he knew.

  “Chicken again, dad? Really?”

  “Fine, tomorrow I’ll let you cook.”

  “Dad, you know I can’t cook,” I said, getting a plate and taking only a portion of what I normally got. I was hungry, but with my nerves practically jumping out of my skin I didn’t trust myself to eat a lot.

  “It’s time you learn, Tay. You’re not going to be staying here forever.”

  “I’ll survive.”

  I hesitated, debating where to sit, then moved past Miles and sat down two feet away from him, but on his side of the table.

  “You guys done already?” I said, noting the empty plates.

  “Yeah, Miles and I have been reminiscing about the good old days. Is that all you’re going to eat?”

  “Yeah,” I said. “I’m not that hungry.”

  “Alright. I’m gonna put the food away and do the dishes.”

  “I’ll help,” Miles said, getting up.

  No!

  “Don’t be silly,” dad said as he started cleaning up. “You’re a guest, remember? Just go keep my daughter company, will you?”

  “Alright,” Miles said, sitting back down. “So, Taylor…”

  “You can call me Tay, or Tay-Tay,” I said. “Everyone else does, except my parents when they’re upset at me.”

  Miles laughed. “Does that happen often?”

  “Not usually. I’m mostly a good girl, you know.”

  “I’m sure you are,” he said, his eyes dropping briefly to my cleavage. A tingle of excitement swirled around my belly button, and I swore I could feel my nipples rising, getting harder.

  Miles looked back, making sure my dad wasn’t around, then faced me and whispered. “Are you okay now?”

  “Yeah,” I said. “I’m fine. Did you…?”

  “I didn’t tell your dad, but don’t you think he should know?”

  “It’s nothing, really. I just, I don’t know. That has never happened to me.”

  “Was it something I said?”

  It was my turn to laugh, though it sounded strained even to me. “Why, do women normally faint around your words?”

  He examined my face, then smiled. “Not usually.”

  “That’s a relief,” I said, wanting to move closer to him, to bridge the physical gap between us, but I wasn’t sure how to do it, until I looked at my plate and an idea popped into my head.

  “I need to get more mac salad,” I said, pivoting on the long bench and lifting my legs to stand up. My already short dress moved up a notch, exposing a bit more skin. I noticed his eyes dart down, not missing a thing.

  It’s working, I thought as moved toward the kitchen. Holy shit, it’s working!

  I pushed the galley door and entered, my heart pounding. My dad was busy washing the dishes.

  “Getting more mac salad, dad.”

  “Sure, Tay, scoop up whatever you want.”

  “Thanks.” I put a decent scoop on my plate, and turned to go.

  “Hey, Tay?”

  “Yeah?”

  “What do you think of Miles?”

  “He seems nice.”

  He watched me carefully for a second, then nodded, turning his attention back to his scrubbing. “Just watch yourself. Remember, he’s a lawyer.”

  Was he warning me?

  I thought of telling him that not all lawyers were bad, and that I was sure Miles was one of the good ones, but I bit my lip. I didn’t want to raise any suspicions.

  “I know dad,” I said instead.

  Miles was exactly where I left him, taking a swig of his third or fourth beer and looking out at the garden. I went back to my spot, but sat a foot closer this time.

  “Want some?” I offered.

  “Oh no,” Miles said, tapping his stomach. “I’m stuffed, but thanks.”

  He turned and faced me, placing his hand in the space between us. I wanted to touch that hand, to feel that strong grip.

  “Taylor…”

  “Tay.”

  “Sorry. Tay, can I ask you something?”

  “Sure.”

  He hesitated, then shook his head. “Never mind, it’s stupid.”

  Now, Tay-Tay! Now’s your chance!

  “Tell me,” I said, resting my palm on top of his hand briefly, feeling the same electric current course from him to me, spreading a warmness throughout my body.

  Miles’ eyes went wide for a moment, and I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that he felt a similar sensation.

  “It’s just that, for some strange reason, I feel like we’ve met before. Have we?”

  My heart raced. He senses something!

  “I don’t see how that’s possible,” I said cautiously. “I’ve never been outside of Kauai, and this is your first time here, right?”

  “Yeah, you’re right,” Miles said, waving his hand. “Like I said, it’s stupid.”

  “I don’t think so. Believe it or not, I got the same, uh, vibe, when I saw you.”

  “You do?”

  I nodded, finishing the food on my plate and washing it down with a can of lilikoi passion fruit drink. I wanted to tell Miles about lola Nora and her predictions, but I didn’t know how to explain it without sounding like some loony.

  “Strange, huh?” I said instead.

  “Yeah, strange.”

  Our eyes locked for what must have been only a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Time stopped, the world around us faded away, and all that remained, all that mattered, was the two of us. I swam in his gaze, and a connection was made, somehow, on some deep, inexplicable level, between the two of us. I felt myself drawn into that connection, that irresistible, powerful, psychic pull, that invisible cord drawing us closer, like two pieces of the same whole coming together.

  It wasn’t until our lips touched that we realized what was happening, and that snapped us back into reality, the shock of that moment reeling around us.

  I blushed wildly, and I could see him going red too. He blinked, his expression confused, and I was certain he was going to apologize again and retreat back into his shell.

  But then he gave me the most amazing smile I’d ever seen, and my heart soared.

  6

  GARDEN

  Taylor

  “Hmm,” Miles said, a stupid grin on his face.

  “Hmm? What do you mean by that?”

  He shrugged. “Just an expression. It means I’m thinking.”

  “Thinking about what, exactly?”

  “Nothing. I was just wondering if you would be offended if we tried that kiss again.”

  Holy shit!

  I glanced behind him, checking on my dad. He was still in the kitchen, but he could come out at any second.

  “Walk with me,” I said, getting up. Once again my legs crossed the bench, my skirt hitching up so that my upper thighs became clearly visible for that short span of time, and once again I saw his eyes drop down. This time they lingered on my legs a bit longer than the last time.

  I threw my paper plate and empty juice can in the trash and we went out into the garden. Dad had installed a few wooden picnic tables and benches strewn about randomly throughout the garden. I led him to the furthest bench, right up against the thick trees and high bushes that lined the property, where it was darkest, my heart hammering in my chest.

  We sat down, the house about a hundred yards away. The moon shone bright but even with that, thanks to the low branches of a fully grown banyan tree, we were in almost total darkness. I couldn’t even make out Miles’ features. I wanted to see his expression to get an idea of what this stranger was thinking, but I was literally kept in the dark. When his arm wrapped around my waist I practically jumped.

  “Relax,” Miles whispered in my ear, nibbling my lobe gently and sending shivers up and down my spine.

  Jesus Christ, I thought, not realizing I had been holding my breath until I had to exhale. How could something as simple as playing with an ear feel so fucking delicious?

  Miles moved his lips down the side of my neck, tracing my soft skin lightly, kissing it, tasting it, and I immediately realized this hot hunk of a man knew what he was doing. He was good. I had no experience with other men, none at all, but even then I knew Miles was an expert at pushing the right buttons when it came to women. All he did was hold my waist gently and play around my neck and ear and I could already feel the wetness seeping out of me.

  “So this is what you were thinking of?” I said, slightly out of breath.

  “Something like this, yeah,” Miles said. He positioned his other hand on my torso, rubbing my stomach area through my dress and firing off a sequence of barrel rolls in me.

  How is he doing that?

  His lips hovered next to mine, his tongue probing. I opened my mouth and let him in, the duality of strength and gentleness in his kiss injecting huge doses of dopamine straight into my brain. The first of many moans escaped my lips.

  His hand moved downward from my stomach to my thighs, rubbing them until I felt my legs turn to jelly. My hand went to the back of his neck, caressing it as if it were the most natural thing in the world for me to do.

  Emboldened, Miles lifted my leg slightly and hooked it over his thigh. The cool evening breeze swirled around under me but did nothing to relieve the smoldering heat between my legs. He continued kissing me while his hand slid under my dress and rested on my inner thigh, only inches away from my sopping wet pussy. My legs closed up reflexively, but he gently pried them open again. I had this strong, senseless impulse to cross them, but I kept still, terror and excitement coursing through my veins, through my entire body.

  When Miles finally moved his hand up between my legs, he drew a sharp breath in surprise.

  “Fuck, Tay,” he said, the shock evident in his voice. “You’re not wearing any…”

  “Shhh,” I said, placing a finger on his lips. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

  He resumed his kiss, but this time it had an edge to it, hinting at a hunger and an animal ferocity lurking just beneath the surface. His finger moved back and forth along the line of my slit, and I moaned into his mouth, my body so sexually charged I could feel myself vibrating.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet,” Miles said between kisses. “So fucking wet.”

  He shifted his weight slightly, then slid a thick finger inside me. My whole body went rigid as I gasped, grabbing on to his arm tightly. I’ve only ever had my own finger in me, and had gotten used to my dainty touch. Miles was different. He was bigger in every conceivable way, and stronger, and already my pussy never felt so full.

  “Oh god,” I moaned, my mind filled with intense pleasure as he moved his finger in and out of me in this slow, deliberate way. My hips thrusted forward, my stomach crunched, and without warning I suddenly found myself orgasming.

  “Oh god, oh god!” I squealed, pushing his hand out as the waves rolled over me, slammed into me, causing me to buckle over in a trembling heap. If it weren’t for the strong arms of Miles supporting me I would have crumbled to the ground in a writhing pile of mess.

  To say it was my best orgasm ever couldn’t even begin to describe it. My mind was fucking blown.

  Miles held me tight until I gained control of my quivering body. I looked up and saw him smiling.

  “Sorry,” I said sheepishly, looking up at his smiling face.

  “Oh, babe, don’t be. That was fucking intense.”

  Babe. I liked the sound of that.

  “Do you always have such, uh, intense reactions?”

  Tell him, the voice in me said. Let him know this is your first time!

  I shrugged. “Did you like it?”

  “Like it? Fuck, I’m so hard right now it actually hurts.”

  “You are?”

  He took my hand and placed it on his crotch. It felt like a throbbing, breathing monster was pushing against his shorts.

  Dear god, I thought.

  “Help me out, will you?”

  “H-help you how?” I said, even though I had a pretty good idea what he might be asking me.

  “Ease the pressure.”

  Am I really going to do this?

  With shaking fingers, I fumbled around his shorts and unclasped it, the sound of his zipper echoing loudly in the still of the night. With a single motion he pulled shorts and brief off, and I was left staring at the biggest cock I had ever seen.

  Okay, fine, so I’ve never actually seen a cock except on my laptop during one of those curious moments when my friend and I dared ourselves to check out some porn tubes, but still, I knew without a doubt I was looking at a size that went way beyond what would considered normal. It was so big the thing actually looked scary.

  Fuck.

  “It won’t bite, I promise,” Miles said.

  I laughed nervously but didn’t move. I was scared shitless.

  “Here, let me help you.”

  He guided me between his legs, and my hand instinctively grasped the thick shaft.

  “There you go,” he said. With his hand around mine, he moved it slowly up and down, and incredible as it might seem, I felt him grow even larger.

  “Ah, yes,” Miles said, groaning. He let go, content with my strokes even though they were uneven due to my hand shaking so badly. He unbuttoned the top of my dress, pushed his hand in, and cupped my breast while he resumed his intense kisses.

  It was an amazing, heady experience, and before long I felt myself panting, my stomach doing more barrel rolls as a new pressure formed from deep in my core, pulsing and rising each time he pinched my sensitive nipple, my pussy oozing fresh wetness, my hand pumping him harder, faster.

  Miles pushed me back on the bench and pulled the strap of my dress off my shoulders, exposing both breasts. He latched onto one nipple and sucked hard, his hand diving between my legs, two fingers splitting my lips open and sinking though my folds, finger-fucking me until I came again, hard, my juices gushing out as I thrashed uncontrollably.

  I was still gasping for breath and shaking all over when Miles whispered the two words that sent chills up my spine.

  “Your dad.”

  I looked back at the house, forcing myself to focus through the pleasure echoing within me. Dad was standing on the patio, and for a second I thought he was looking straight at us.

  Impossible, I thought. We’re in total darkness, and he’s far away.

  Was it possible he heard me? I tried to keep quiet as much as possible, but what Miles was doing to me was just so goddamn good I might have made some noise. If that were the case I was so busted. My breasts were hanging out of my dress, my legs spread wide, and Miles still had his fingers in my pussy, but I dared not move an inch.

  Finally dad turned around and went back inside, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I pushed Miles’ hand out, jerking when his fingers brushed against my clit.

  “I better go,” I whispered, pulling my dress back up and fixing it. “Dad might be looking for me.”

  “Wait,” Miles said. He gave me another wet, hot kiss, his strong hand squeezing my breast through the fabric, spreading new pinpricks of pleasure all over me. “I need to see you again.”

  I paused for a second as I thought of a place we could be alone. Only one thing came to mind. “Are you up for a hike?”

  “Sure,” he said, his mouth exploring my neck and causing more shivers to run up and down my spine.

  Damn, this feels so good.

  I pushed his head back, afraid I might not have the will to stop him if I let him keep going.

  “Tomorrow morning. Sunrise. Follow the trail all the way up to the falls. I’ll meet you there.”

  I gave him a peck on the cheek, got up, and skipped across the garden, feeling better than I’ve ever had in years.

  7

  FALLS

  Miles

  Holy fucking shit.

  I watched the sky outside my room turn from black to purple and finally, excruciatingly, the first glimmer of blood orange spilled across the horizon.

  My first night of vacation, staying in a massive suite in beautiful Kauai all by myself with no thought of work, and I hadn’t gotten a single iota of sleep. Instead, my mind filled with thoughts and images of Taylor. From the moment of that first kiss I found myself obsessed, unable to think or do anything else. Never in my entire life had a woman affected me as much as she did.

  Hot damn!

  After Taylor left me in the garden I walked around in a euphoric high that was part excitement, part fear, and one hundred ten percent horniness. Her sweet scent, hot lips, soft breasts, and the wettest, tightest goddamn pussy I had ever touched sent me reeling with sensory overload. My cock stayed hard for hours after, and it took a supreme amount of effort for me to not jerk off to those fresh memories.

  Taylor, what have you done to me?

  I roamed the halls, the garden, and the vicinity around the B&B until well past midnight, hoping I would see her again, touch her again, and do all kinds of things to her, but she was nowhere in sight. If I knew exactly what room she was staying in I was pretty sure I would have knocked and pleaded to be with her.