Page 99 of Hawaii Can Suck It

RHINO STYLE? CONFIRMED.

My guy’s about to burst out like the Kool-Aid Man.

NEW DAREFUEL FLAVOR: ERECTILE ERUPTION.

I fumble with my phone. “That’s enough for today! Stream’s over. Bye!” I punch theEnd LiveStreambutton.

Cam’s still sprawled on the mattress, cackling.

“Enjoying the show?” The words come out sharper than intended.

Her laughter dies. “Right, because this is somehow my fault?”

“You’re the one who dared me to drink Kai’s love potion!”

“And you’re the egomaniac who chugged two glasses!”

She sits up, all curves and fury, and fuck-me-if-that-isn’t-the-hottest-combination-I’ve-ever-seen. That tiny excuse for a skirt rides up her thighs and I don’t know how, but my cock gets even stiffer.

“What is your actual problem with me, Reece? Because I’m getting whiplash from your hot-and-cold routine.”

“I don’t have a problem with you.”

“Oh,please. You’ve been a nonstop prickwad since I started working for you. And this week? It’s new levels of crazy. You can’t decide if you want to kiss me or fire me.”

What can I say?Admit she’s invaded every thought, dream, and fantasy I’ve had for two years?

“Use your words, Reece.” She leans forward, unleashing a wave of coconut-scented passion fumes. “What did I do that was so terrible?”

“You made me fucking obsessed with you!”

My confession is an exploding bomb. Her lips open in surprise, and I’m dying to taste that shock right off her mouth.

“What? You can’t stand me. All you do is criticize me. I swear your life’s mission is to point out my every little flaw.”

“There is nothing—not one fucking thing—I don’t like about you. Your smart mouth. The way you shut down my bullshit. Your perfect ass. You’re a goddamn fever I can’t sweat out, Cam. I want you so bad I can’t think straight. When someone else looks at you, touches you, even breathes near you—I lose my goddamn mind. The urges to commit violence this week are more than I’ve ever felt in my whole life.”

She stares at me, her hazel eyes wide, and suddenly I’m dangling off the edge of a cliff with no safety gear. Whatever this confession means, I’m about to free-fall.

“I know I’ve been an unforgivable asshole. I’m… gonna go—”

“Don’t move.” Her voice trembles. “I don’t know what this is between us, but it’s consuming me too. Ever since that shower—when your hands were on my skin—I can’t think straight.” She inches closer, and the tent suddenly seems microscopic. “I want your hands on me again. I want you, Reece. All of you.”

Fuck it.I can’t fight this.

I surge forward, crushing my mouth to hers, dragging her into my lap, feeling her soft curves mold against my body as if she belongs there.

She gasps into my mouth, her hands fisting my shirt, yanking me into her like she’s been aching for this as long as I have.

“Tell me you’re sure.”

“Yes.”

“Be fucking sure,” I growl against her lips, “because the second I’m inside you, that’s it. Game over. I’m never going to want to leave.”

A whimper escapes her. She grabs my hand and places it against her core, the heat of her burning through delicate lace. My head tips back, a groan ripping from my throat as my fingers press into the hot, wet mess she’s made for me.

“Reece, do I feel like I want you anywhere else?”

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