It's In His Kiss(71)

Daniel’s hand finds its way into mine as we wait for the elevator.

“Care for a foot rub?” He bumps his shoulder into mine.

“That would be nice and you promised me you would unzip me. I don’t want to be trapped in this dress all night,” I tease.

“That wouldn’t be good,” Daniel laughs. We hear his phone and I watch as he takes it out of his pocket.

“Sorry I have to take this.” I nod.

“Hey Jami,” he greets the person on the phone. His hand goes to his stubble and he starts to rub it as he listens.

“OK, what else?” he asks before he starts pacing.

“It wasn’t anything bad, right? Can you send it to me?” He pauses. “OK, I’ll look at it and call you back.” The doors open and I step in and wait for Daniel.

“Are you coming?” I ask holding the doors open.

“Yeah, sorry.”

“Is everything alright?”

“I’ll know in a minute or so.” He smiles at me but I can tell something is off.

When we get into my room Daniel walks directly over to my bed with his phone in his hand looking at something. I take my shoes off and place my clutch on the dresser.

“I have to show you something and I don’t think you’re going to like it.” This makes me look over at him in worry.

“OK, what is it?” I ask as I walk over to him. He moves over making room for me while wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

“There were pictures taken of us today in the water and in the cabana. I was told that there would be no photographers allowed on these premises. This is a private resort,” he explains.

“Let me see the pictures.” I take his phone and look at them. The blood drains from my face when I see the first picture. There I am lying in the water and you can see Daniel touching my stomach. The caption reads: “Playboy Daniel Weston spotted sunning in Aruba with unknown beauty.” The next picture is me wrapped around him as we kiss. The next few are of us kissing or putting suntan lotion on each other. I look over them again and see us smiling or laughing.

“How often does this happen to you?” My eyes meet his and I can tell he feels bad.

“More than I would like, I’m sorry,” he whispers as he takes his phone.

“Hey, this isn’t your fault. You didn’t know,” I tell him.

“Yeah, but I should have known better than to do that in public,” he admits.

“It happens, Westy. I’m not thrilled to have them seen by other people but it’s not like we are naked having sex on the beach. They photographed us having fun.”

“You’re right, it could be worse. Thank you for being so cool about this.” He smiles then leans in to kiss me.

“I have to call Jami back and then I will help you out of that dress and rub your feet as promised.”

Daniel makes his call as I start to pull my thigh highs down. He quickly grabs my arms and shakes his head no. Oh really? I sit on the edge of the bed and pull my dress up revealing the top of the thigh highs. Slowly, I hook my thumbs underneath one and begin to slide it down my leg lifting it slightly off the bed.

“I gotta go, Jami,” Daniel says in a rush and hangs up. He stands me up before I get it down to my knee and turns me around.

“Dress first.” I hear the zipper slide down my back and then I feel Daniel’s lips gradually caress my back. My head falls forward as his lips whisper up my neck. His hands turn me at my waist and my body follows his every direction. His hands help guide my dress off till it falls to the ground. Ever so slowly he takes a step towards me making the backs of my knees hit the bed. I sit down as he lowers to his knees in front of me. His fingers skate up my calves and glide up the inside of my legs till they meet at the top of my thigh highs. As he lowers them, his lips kiss down my legs. My arms come out to rest on the bed for support as I watch this sexy man undress me. He repeats the same task with my other leg and when it is off he settles between my legs. My hands come to his face and brush against his soft stubble. I kiss him slowly at first working us up into a frenzy. My fingers nimbly unbutton his shirt and then I slide it off of his strong, broad shoulders. My hands have a mind of their own because once his shirt is off I start working on his belt. This earns me a deep groan from Daniel. The sound fuels my fire, but before I can get him fully unbuttoned Daniel picks me up and settles me in the center of the bed.

“I’m not going to hurt you, I promise,” he says before he kisses me. I don’t know why I trust him, but I do. I’ve known him for all of two days but I have never been so comfortable in my own skin around a man. Maybe Daniel is the first real man I have ever met. His fingers work to remove my bra and then I lay before him in nothing but my soaked panties.