Hide & Seek - James Patterson [49]
He turned his head, and kissed me. “Not too grownup,” he whispered. His kiss made me a little dizzy.
It was my decision, my choice. I took Will's hand, and led the way to a guest bedroom near the pool. I was conscious of his fingers curled around mine. I'd straightened up the guest room earlier in the day. Fresh linen. Aired the space out. Just in case.
I guess I wanted this to happen. No, I knew that I did. And that night, it did.
Cut to train going through very picturesque mountainside tunnel.
Again, and again, and again.
CHAPTER 54
SPECIAL MEMORIES—SO confusing now. Like photographs that don't really tell the whole truth, like photographs that can lie.
The blue-and-white-striped Land Rover flew up the imposing rock face at the famed resort hotel in Las Veides. Will and I had three unbelievable days to ourselves. Just the two of us.
Our Mexican driver rounded a curve so fast that the Rover nearly skidded off the narrow road; a fall would have hurtled us a thousand feet down to Acapulco Bay. I held Will tightly, wanting to be as close as I could. I was into all the tiniest details: how I fit up against him, the contours of his body, every little scar and its origin; how fast his light blond beard grew. I wanted to know everything there was to know about his life, not the exaggerated stories in the tabloids.
“How about a swim, Maggie?” he asked when we got to our room. He sounded shy, and I liked the sound of his voice. “Let's throw on our suits and explore the deep blue sea.”
Will and I were gently rocking back and forth, hugging each other under a revolving teak ceiling fan in our suite.
“Maybe a little later,” I murmured. “We're alone right now, and I think I want to enjoy this. I'm sure I do. Can we … just … do nothing?”
He laughed. “Okay, no deep blue sea. How about no suits, and an exploration of the intimate, private pool that management has so thoughtfully provided?”
“That sounds better. I like that idea a lot.”
We kissed softly, for a long, long time, the way we often did. I had the thought: Am I losing myself, or am I finding something I've lost along the way?
Will slid the glass doors that opened onto a spectacular terrazzo. We continued to undress until we stood in front of the small pool that glittered with hundreds of sun diamonds and stars. Yellowbirds and colorful parrots chattered in the surrounding brazilwood trees. This was paradise, wasn't it? Or so it seemed at the time.
Through a curtain of royal palms and bougainvillea, I could see the red roofs of other cottages, but not the other private swimming pools. I liked that touch. No one could see us either.
With a tiny whoop, I jumped into the pool, pulling Will after me. We weren't being silly—just playful, like a couple of children.
He grabbed my arm, drew me to him. He was already hard. I slid my hands down his slender, muscular body and stroked his thighs. He was always so warm and tender with me; he was nothing like what I had expected.
We kissed again—soft and long.
Will raised me from the tile floor of the pool, and turned me so I could brace myself against the pool's edge. He slowly, slowly entered me. I closed my eyes, becoming aware of new sensations, relishing the warm sun on my face, and an even greater heat building inside.
I had never been with anyone like Will. He made me feel so special. I have to say that, because it's the truth.
CHAPTER 55
THERE IS A powerful, powerful image that never fits for me, that will always be a mystery, a beautiful and sad and troubling mystery.
After Will and I returned from our quick trip to Mexico, we spent a long weekend doing everything the kids wanted to do. Doing some of the things Jennie and Allie wanted to do anyway. They were so excited, and Will was wonderful with them.
We went to New York for one