Moonlight and Margaritas (3 page)

She turned back to her quest, trying to pretend the stranger's proximity didn't make her more nervous. 

Stunned, she watched as a willowy redhead slipped in the space between her young hunk's open legs.  The next words died in her mouth.

"How about a threesome?" he asked, his shoulders moving to the beat.  The redhead looked Elena over and seemed agreeable to the idea.

Had she heard him correctly
?  A threesome
?  Elena stood frozen in place, disbelief slowing her mental process.  "I'm sorry."  She shook her head.  "I believe I asked just
you
to dance."  Elena glanced at the redhead to check her reaction.  Nothing.

"Sure."  He grinned.  "But my girlfriend will get mad if I leave her out, so how about a threesome?"

Elena didn't bother replying.  Obviously, the dating game had changed more than she'd realized during her married years. 

Without further comment, she turned to leave and found herself face-to-face with the handsome stranger.  A smile tugged at his mouth.  The nosey bastard
had
overheard her conversation, and now he had the audacity to laugh at her.

She gave him another quick assessment.  His dark hair grew a little longer than was fashionable, curling over his ears, but it fit well with the laid-back atmosphere of the beach resort.  Otherwise, he was clean cut and well-groomed, respectable with the exception of his rude manners.

Elena lifted her chin and tried to look down her nose at him like Richard had taught her, but he was too tall.  Disgusted with everything, she sent him an evil glare and headed for the door.  Mercedes would have to fend for herself for the rest of the evening.  She'd had enough.

She managed to make it halfway to freedom before someone tugged on her arm.  Turning, she found that the stranger had followed her.  His smile had been replaced by a serious look. 

"Hey, wait a minute, will you?"  The volume of his voice competed with the loud music.

"Why?"  She turned her frustration on him.  "So that I can provide you with more entertainment?  I don't think so."  She shook her arm free of his grasp.

"No."  His smile returned, and she found herself studying his eyes when she should have been walking away.  She indulged for a moment, staring into the deep, dark depths that were highlighted by slanting eyebrows.  His eyes were capable of capturing a woman's soul…and had probably done so several times.  "I wasn't laughing at you.  I was laughing at that jackass who didn't have enough brains to hold on to a beautiful woman when he had the chance."

That stopped her. 

Smooth.  Much smoother than her pickup line.  More than likely he was also what her eighteen-year-old daughter would term a player, but Elena certainly didn't mind being called beautiful.   

He grinned as though he sensed she was on the verge of acquiescence.  He was definitely seductive, and he fit the image of who she'd thought she'd like to meet in Cabo. 

But she wasn't biting, yet.  "I suppose it doesn't matter who you laughed at."  She gave him a nonchalant shrug.  "I was ready to call it an evening, anyway."

"That's too bad."  He tilted his head to one side, giving her a dangerously charming smile, the creases in his cheeks deepening.  "Is there a chance I can convince you to stick around for a while?  Buy you a drink?  I promise I'll show you a much better time than that punk-kid ever could."

Hmm…maybe she'd stay.  Maybe not.  She could see through his charming façade, but found him intriguing despite the fact.  The defiant part of her wanted to say yes, but this seemed a little more dangerous than flirting with someone ten years younger than she was.  The sane, rational part of her urged her to call it a night.  Really, she should have stayed home in the first place, back in Carmel where she could take care of her shop.  Things there were safe, predictable, controlled. 

And boring.

She swallowed.  Her rebellious side struggled to win the battle.

The man captured her with his compelling gaze.  "Come on.  Don't let that jerk ruin your evening.  One dance?  And if you still want to leave afterward, I'll get you safely back to your hotel."  He took her hand and nodded toward the dance floor. 

The rebel won.  "I suppose one dance wouldn't hurt."  Besides, she was curious to see if his dance moves were as smooth as his pick-up lines.

His hand was warm, masculine, and tightly clasped around hers as he led her to the dance floor.  It had been a long time since she'd indulged in the attributes of the opposite sex.  She'd forgotten the delicious sensations that came along with touching someone she was attracted to.

He found a spot in the middle of the dance floor and turned to her with a mischievous grin.  "Can you salsa?"

Elena arched an eyebrow, impressed.  A song heavy with congas and claves vibrated the air, and she returned his smile.  Oh, yes.  She could salsa.  "On one?"

He seemed pleased with her answer.  "On one."  He slipped his arm around her waist as she put her hand on his chest, and they began to move to the beat.

Backward and forward, it was a fast-paced dance, one that required her to keep her concentration.  She'd let Mercedes teach her how to salsa, several years back, right after her divorce, and Mercedes had said she was a natural.  It was one of her fondest memories during that difficult period. 

It seemed Mr. Dark and Dangerous knew exactly what to do with his feet.  Not to mention his body.  No beginner moves for this guy, Elena thought with a smile as she tried to catch her breath.  "You're good."

"We're good together."  He grinned, and a spark ignited where her hand rested on his chest. 

She laughed to hide the powerful feeling of attraction, but the spark grew stronger.  In the few short minutes since they'd met, she found herself surprisingly attuned to the stranger who held her.  His chest was strong and solid.  Though he smiled and teased, she recognized the intelligence in his eyes.  And the spot where his hand rested against the skin on her bare back?  It burned like an inferno.

He twisted her in his arms, his fingers whisking across her skin, before he held her tight once again.  Her back was against him, the length of him pressed to her as they moved.  His breath warmed her ear, and she couldn't resist leaning into him.  She sucked in another breath, wondering if she was oxygen-depleted because of the dancing or because of him.

She was shocked to admit she wanted him…like she hadn't wanted a man in a long time.  Maybe because she knew he'd never be part of her life and knew he'd never have the opportunity to try to control her, she relaxed and enjoyed the fun.

He spun her back around, and she met his gaze.  Seduction smoldered there along with a hint of naughtiness.  He knew what she wanted.  She could tell by the smile on his face, and there wasn't a thing she could do to hide it. 

Not that she wanted to.

It was obvious he wanted her, as well.  Could she allow herself a wild and passionate fling?  One hot night in Cabo?  Recreational sex could be a good thing if handled properly.  Right?

Just as the song ended, he dipped her low and held her suspended.  She was completely vulnerable in his arms, and he stole a long, slow look down her body before his gaze met hers once again.  He lifted her up and pulled her close.  He pressed her hand to his chest, his other hand resting provocatively on her low back. 

Her insides burned with need.  She dropped her gaze to his lips.  She wanted to taste the man who'd whisked her headfirst into his sensuous world.

But he didn't kiss her.

She looked back to his eyes, happy to find them still smoldering.  The music switched to a slow, sultry tune, and he began to move, still holding her tight against him.  Her hips swayed with the music, with him, their thighs practically joined.  Pleasure tingled through her breasts as she pressed them against his chest. 

He looked to her lips and then back to her eyes, but still did not kiss her.  A hint of promise tugged at the corner of his mouth. 

What was he waiting for
?

She licked her lips, tasting salt from the ocean air.  Was he toying with her?  "What are you doing?" 

His smile grew wider as though he knew how he affected her.  "I'm dancing with you."

"That's not what I meant."

He arched his brows.  "Then I don't understand your question."

She studied his face, his knowing smile.  Oh, he knew.  She had already recognized he was a player…but what did she care?  She wanted to play, too.  In fact, that might be kind of fun, taking the lead, being the seducer.  The idea of it empowered her.  "I think you're trying to get me into your bed."

"No."  He twirled her and pulled her close again.  The heat between them magnified as their bodies met.  "I'm just making sure you have a nice evening, remember?  I promised."

The hard length of him pressing against her told her otherwise.  She smiled, enjoying the game.  She moved her hips, bumping him in all the right places, keeping her expression innocent.  "I just want to be clear on that point, because I wouldn't want to give you the wrong impression."

He curved his lips in a sensuous smile.  "No.  No wrong impressions here."  He traced a slow circle on the small of her back with his finger.  Every nerve ending stood at attention, each begging for his touch.  The shift from predator to hunted was subtle, but she knew she'd lost her edge.

She needed to cool down, to regain her composure. 
She
wanted to control this seduction.  Wanted to see this player on his knees.  She smiled.  Maybe literally.

Elena stood on her tiptoes, purposefully rubbing her breasts against his chest as she leaned close to his ear.  "You haven't told me your name," she whispered, sliding back down.  A good offense was always the best defense. 

"It's Joe," he said in a soft voice.  "And your name is Elena."

For a moment, his answer gave her pause, and then she remembered he'd overheard her earlier conversation.

She leaned in close again.  "Well, Joe, it's too hot in here.  I need some air."

Elena turned and walked away, resisting the urge to see if he followed.  He would.  He wanted her, and it felt good.  Grownup seduction was much more fun than her teenage exploits. 

Mercedes caught her eye as she neared the doorway.  Her friend smiled, giving her a thumbs-up.  Elena returned her smile, thinking for the first time that Mercedes might actually be right.  Already she felt more alive than she had in years. 

Yes, she did need a wild night with a hot man.

"Hey," Joe called to Elena as he tried to follow the trail she'd taken out of the bar.  He didn't know where she was headed, but he was going to find out.  He stepped around a couple that embraced right in front of him, and it seemed everyone was determined to slow him up. 

A stiff ocean breeze greeted him as he exited the noisy bar and navigated his way past a couple of drunken guys.  He was grateful that she'd given them an excuse to leave the joint.  Mojitos could be counted on to provide nightly entertainment, but he'd found something—or should he say,
someone
much more interesting to occupy his time.

A full moon cast shadows beneath the palm trees as he hurried past them, while the wind danced with the fronds.  He caught up with Elena as she reached the pathway that paralleled the beach and would eventually lead to a cluster of hotels.  

"Sorry."  She gave him a smile so full of sensuality that it nearly knocked him on his ass.  "It was a little too hot for such a crowded space."

No kidding.  Heat was better reserved for private moments.  He fell in step beside her as she continued away from the club.  "Are you going to let me take you home?" 

She widened her eyes, but smiled.  "Nothing like being direct."

"Wait.  No."  He chuckled at his blunder.  "I didn't mean it like that."  He wouldn't deny he'd like to have his way with her, which obviously led to his slip of tongue, but he wasn't some young punk looking for a quick and dirty.  It might be only one night together, but with a woman like her, he intended to make it a night they'd both remember.  "I meant, can I walk you back to your hotel?" 

"I'd like that."  She fingered the diamond teardrop resting between her breasts, and he had a hard time keeping his gaze on her face. 

He ached to reach out and touch her.  He'd thought he was the seducer in this game they played, but damn if she didn't have him chasing after her like a lemon after a strong shot of tequila.  He'd have to slow things down, or they'd be going at it right there in the sand.  That wasn't his style.  He'd reached the point in life where he liked to take his time and enjoy a woman.  Something he'd missed as a younger man, and that included a thorough seduction, even for a one-nighter. 

What better place to start than a moonlit beach?  If he played his cards right, he'd have the upper hand again in no time flat.

He loved the ocean at night.  The peacefulness, the solitude, the rush of the water as it splashed onto the shore.  It stirred his soul.

He reached over and took her hand. 

She smiled up at him, seeming okay with the slower pace of things, and then she turned her attention back to the ocean. "It's so different, so beautiful out here without the sun shining.  The shadows make it seem more mysterious, more exotic."