The Cancun Trilogy, An Erotic Beach Romance by Lena Malick

faces,
looking for his green eyes. It had been nearly an hour since her
flight arrived.
    Just then, she saw him.
    He was running through the terminal,
toward her. For a moment, time actually stood still, like it does
just a couple of times in a person’s life. In that instant, all the
love she’d felt for him, all the love she’d been holding back, came
flooding forward in a rush. She knew in that instant that she loved
him more than anything in the world. It was beyond her. Bigger than
her. More than she could contain. Trying to suppress it now was
like trying to hold back the tide. The thought was both terrifying
and exhilarating.
    “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he panted,
taking her hands. She had thought of his brilliant green eyes a
thousand times over the last year, imagining them looking at her,
but she was still astonished at how clear and vibrant they were.
His hair was longer, dark, but with streaks of sun bleached blond.
“The motorcycle… broke down.” He was trying to catch his breath. “I
called cab, had to keep calling, and my phone died. I’m so sorry.
You’ve been waiting. I’m sorry, I—”
    “It’s okay,” she said. “It’s okay,
Nik.” She looked up at him. He seemed to hesitate a second, then
lunged forward and took her in his arms. She wrapped her arms
around him as he held her tightly. Neither said anything as they
gripped each other.
    A moment seemed to transpire between
them, like a silent understanding. She felt his heart beating
against her. His body was warm and damp.
    He breathed into her. She gripped him
tighter, not caring if she seemed needy or desperate or was not
able to play it cool as she’d planned. It just felt too good to be
in his strong arms to pretend.
    He finally broke their embrace. With
his hands on her shoulders, they looked at each other, as if for
the first time. They both broke into goofy smiles. “Did you check
in a bag?” he asked. “Yeah. I have my backpack, but they wouldn’t
let me take it on board, so I had to check it.” They started toward
the escalator that led to the baggage claim area. He naturally took
her hand as they walked, like they were a couple. He squeezed her
hand. She squeezed back.
    They floated down the escalator in
silence, just looking at each other, not wanting to break the
spell. When they made their way to the baggage claim, they were
surprised to find all the passengers from her flight still standing
around, waiting for their luggage. “I find out what’s going on,” he
said, breaking away from her and going to the information desk. She
stood by herself, watching the other people. She was so happy and
relieved she thought she might cry.
    Then Terra’s old nemesis, Doubt, crept in. Surely he felt what she felt. Right? She
could see it in his eyes when he first saw her. He felt it, too. It
wasn’t just her. Right?
    Wait, what if I’m wrong?
What if he’s just being nice, but doesn’t feel the same way? What
if he just sees me as a friend?
    She looked over at him as he waked
back toward her. He smiled, his teeth radiant white.
    “They say a delay. Are you okay?” He
looked at her, concerned.
    “Oh, yeah. I’m fine,” she
said.
    “About ten more minutes.” The words
reminded her of the last time they had sex. A warm flush went
through her body. “Here, come. I show you something,” he said,
taking her hand.
    He led her to the far end of the
terminal, near a bank of windows. They could see the brilliant blue
of the Caribbean, shimmering in the late afternoon light, spread
across the horizon. “It’s beautiful,” she said, then turned and
looked at him. She remembered how he always looked at the ocean,
like it was what grounded him. His face was serene as he gazed out
at the water.
    He turned to her, realizing she was
looking at him. He pulled her hand, rolling her around so she was
in front of him. Her hips pressed against his upper
thighs.
    Looking down at her, he held her face
in his hands. He moved one