Page 38 of Forbidden Hawaiian Nights
‘I want you so badly,’ he groaned, straddling her.
Mia could only stumble out a thick, ‘Same…’ and then he was reaching under the dress and tugging down her panties, and she couldn’t get them off fast enough.
His mouth ravaged hers and she writhed under him, trembling, hot and aflame. He’d taken protection from his wallet, and he was fumbling to rip the foil pack open, but then he was over her once again.
Her blunt nails dug into his back as he pushed apart her legs and drove into her, fierce and deep, filling her and… God, it felt so wonderful.
Nothing in her life had ever warned her that her body could feel like this. Her brain shut down and she could hear herself cry out, a high, rasping sob as she came, soaring, soaring and splintering into molten hot orgasm.
Afterwards she lay still, breathing hard, utterly spent.
Her body was cool as he rolled off her, but then he manoeuvred her onto her side so that they were facing one another, belly to belly, her leg draped over his, her arm resting lightly on his waist.
It felt so natural.
‘I’m sorry,’ he said, and she frowned. ‘You still have your dress on. I… It’s not like me at all…’
He cupped her face and looked at her gravely, ruefully.
‘This isn’t how it was supposed to happen. You shouldn’t still be wearing your dress. I just couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t slow down. It was all too fast, and I am truly sorry.’
‘Don’t be,’ Mia whispered. ‘It was the most wonderful thing…’
‘For me too. Incredible. But next time it will be even more incredible.’
Next time… Mia loved the sound of that. Fast sex in a hotel room with a guy she wasn’t in a relationship with…
All of that went against the grain. It just wasn’t her, and she didn’t know how cool and casual she would have been if this had turned out to be a one-night stand.
She hadn’t given that a moment’s thought when she had entered the bedroom with him, but now something inside her leapt at his words.
‘Next time,’ he delivered huskily, unsteadily, ‘I’m going to go slowly…’
Mia’s eyes fluttered. She had just come, her body was still warm with the afterglow of her orgasm, and yet she could feel a rising tide of desire overtaking her.
Was this how a person emerged after years of celibacy? From deep freeze to fire in the space of ten seconds?
She curled against him and he smiled, stroked her dampened hair away from her face and kissed the corner of her mouth.
In return, she trailed her hand over his chest and smiled back.
She began to prop herself up so that she could get rid of the dress but he stayed her.
‘This time,’ he said, sitting up, ‘I’m going to pleasure you the way I should have done before. Slowly. I was selfish and it’s not going to happen again. Trust me.’
He removed the dress. She leant back against the pillows and saw the flare of hunger darken his eyes as he looked at her. Never had she felt more desired. A girl could get used to this kind of thing.
She reached to unclasp her bra from behind, freeing her small breasts.
‘You are beautiful,’ he said in a roughened undertone. ‘It’s going to take every ounce of willpower to do what I’m about to do…’
‘Which is?’
‘I’m going to run a bath.’ His voice was shaky. ‘And I’m going to fill it with bubbles, and I’m going to soap you very, very gently, and then I’m going to dry you and carry you right back to this bed so that I can make love to you, taking my time.’
Every single word made her blush like a teenager transported for the first time to cloud nine by the boy of her dreams.
She let herself be pampered by him. Being naked with him like this was crazy and great at the same time and, whereas she might have quailed at the thought of walking around without her clothes on with anyone else, she found that she positively relished it.
