Page 66 of Try Me

The Worst Thing in the World

Declan

Declan woketo the first rays of dawn peeking through the cabin windows. For the first time in forever, Declan’s waking thought wasn’t a drink. Instead, he remembered the incredible dream he’d had about a sea siren who had seduced him with her naked body in the rain.

Declan opened his eyes to find that the dream was real. Pearl was asleep in his arms. Her back fit against his chest, and the black curtain of her hair spread over both of them.

They had only slept a few hours the night before, but Declan woke feeling more refreshed than he had in years.

Sliding his hand up Pearl’s ribcage, he filled his hand with her breast and inhaled the sweet scent of mangoes in her hair.

She stretched her arms over her head and turned to face him, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Hey.”

He shifted and captured her mouth in a kiss. There wasn’t an inch of Pearl that Declan hadn’t explored during the night, but his favorite part to kiss was her lips. They were so soft, so warm, so generous.

Declan found the true meaning of aloha in Pearl’s kiss.

She hooked her knee over his hip and slipped her arm around his waist. Tilting her face up, she kissed the underside of his sandpapery jaw.

The platform bed creaked beneath them.

“I’m surprised we both fit in this bed,” she said, nibbling at his neck.

Goosebumps broke out over his spine. “Calling this a bed is a bit of a stretch.”

“It served the purpose,” Pearl teased.

Declan kissed her again thinking about what he could do with Pearl — to Pearl — in a proper bed like the one in his suite at the Royal Hawaiian. A ray of sunshine pierced the window across the cabin, shattering his fantasy.

“It’s tomorrow,” he said regretfully.

“I know.”

“So, we go surfing?” he asked, kissing a path down her neck and across the sweep of her collarbone. Her neck and collarbone were two other favorite places to kiss. And her breasts, her belly, her thighs. He loved kissing each delicious place on her body. He didn’t want to stop. But the sun pushed through the clouds, announcing the start of the day. Their time together was officially over.

Pearl reached between them to circle her fist around his cock and squeeze. Declan stiffened under her touch.

“Surfing. Sure,” she said, shifting to stroke him better.

Declan lay back on the bed and let Pearl work her magic on him. The connection they had on the water transferred seamlessly to the kitchen and to the bed. They’d hardly needed to say a word. It was as if they knew the other’s wants and desires before the thought had formed. Their bodies spoke the same language.

She pleasured him with her hand until he couldn’t take it anymore. He reached down and stopped her. “We should go,” he said. “We don’t know how long it will take to walk to Tunnels.”

Pearl freed her hand and trailed it up his chest, raking her fingernails lightly over his skin. “In a few more minutes,” she said.

Hooking her leg over his hips, she straddled him, and guided him inside her. She was slick and ready for him.

Declan loved the way Pearl grabbed the reins and took control. He loved that she wasn’t afraid to take what she wanted.

He’d never had a woman like her before, and it was pure torture to think she would dismiss him when their contract was finished. She swiveled her hips, impaling herself on his hard cock. A moan tore from her lips, and Declan grabbed her, stilling her movements.

“You okay?” he asked, worried that he was hurting her. She was so small, so tight. They had been relentless, making love all night. His body ached all over, and he was sure hers did too.

Pearl’s dark eyes opened, flashing him a smile that shared all her secrets. “I’m okay,” she said, fingers trailing up his back. “But this might take more than a few minutes.”

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