Page 41 of Forbidden Hawaiian Nights
‘I’m not used to sharing a bed with anyone,’ she said truthfully, and he drew back to look at her seriously.
‘Nor am I.’ He kissed her eyes and the side of her mouth, tugging her hair so that he could feather more kisses along the slender column of her neck. ‘But there are such things as exceptions to rules…’
‘There are, I guess.’ She tried but how was she supposed to resist what he was doing to her? His words were as seductive as melting honey. Wading through them to get to the cautious, sensible person she was at the other side seemed an impossible mission.
She sank back in his arms and allowed herself to be thoroughly kissed.
And sleep that night?
Very broken. She was so conscious of the weight of him next to her. In the darkness, she could make out his outline, one leg splayed across the cool cotton sheets and his arm across her nakedness even when he’d fallen asleep.
At some point she too must have fallen asleep, because she was roused, slowly and sensuously, by the nudge of his swollen girth against her, finding her building wetness.
‘You said,’ he murmured with laughter in his voice, ‘that you might object to being awakened at an ungodly hour in the morning by me…’
‘Did I?’ She curved against him and reached down to feather her finger along his throbbing penis. He was rock-solid. She could feel the veins of his shaft and he inhaled sharply when she teased the tip of it with her thumb in small, circular movements. ‘I can’t remember that at all.’
She felt his rumble of laughter. If he could tease her beyond sanity, then she could tease him as well, and the silent darkness was a comforting blanket, squashing any vague notions of shyness she might have felt.
She manoeuvred herself with dexterity until she could administer to him with her tongue and her mouth. She had never been this intimate with a man before and it was a slow, sweet process of discovery.
As she licked and teased with her tongue, as she folded her lips over him and gently sucked, she was finding out that he was as weak as she was when it came to resisting the build-up of desire.
She had absolute control here, in this bed, in the darkness of the night, over this big, invincible, self-assured male, and she loved the feeling.
She gasped when he hoisted her gently so that he could do to her exactly what she was doing to him.
His face buried between her thighs and the dart of his tongue sent her pulses racing, deprived her of breath, and they pleasured one another for as long as they could before it wasn’t enough.
Their lovemaking was fast and hard and she came on a sob of wrenching abandon, shuddering as her orgasm brought tears to her eyes.
How could she ever have thought that sleeping on her own in a cold bed could be better than this? And how had she never been curious about the joy of sex when you were still warm from the languor of sleep?
‘Time for sleep,’ he mock-ordered in a soft, amused voice when their breathing had finally returned to normal. ‘We have a packed agenda tomorrow. I can’t have you waking me up all the time to satisfy your needs.’
Mia giggled and mentally added ‘funny’ to the list she was compiling in her head. Where had that one-dimensional guy gone? The one she had written off as a workaholic with not much else going for him? Every second she was in his company revealed more and more complex and fascinating sides to him.
She certainly didn’t wake him, at least not for the remainder of the night, although she couldn’t resist reaching out when, at a little after six the following morning, she woke to his warmth next to her on the bed, so close, breathing deep and even, begging to be touched.
She greedily stole a long, satisfied look at his beautiful face, drinking in the strong lines, so much less forbidding in repose. He had the most amazing lashes. Long and thick and dark.
Then she touched him, touched and settled her hand around his shaft, keeping it there as he opened his eyes and looked at her.
No words were spoken. Some time during the night—or maybe in the early hours of the morning…she didn’t know when—he had obviously switched off the air-conditioning and chosen to use the overhead fan instead. Now, the faint whirr of the blades was the only sound in the bedroom.
That and their breathing.
Eyes locked, she pushed clear the sheets and continued slowly to massage him, ever so gently, but firmly building a rhythm, watching with mounting desire as she began taking him to the edge. His groans were deep and unsteady and his fingers curled into the sheet.
He erupted in her hand with a long moan of satisfaction. She felt his hot liquid running over her flesh and nothing, she swore, had ever felt better.
‘Wicked.’ His navy eyes glinted and he pulled her down to him. ‘But very, very nice.’
‘Happy to be of service,’ Mia said, kissing him and sliding one leg over his so that she could ease the urgent ache between her thighs.
And lovemaking, as she soon found out, was not one-sided with him.
He took her to the same heights she had taken him, and afterwards she was so pleasantly content that she could have fallen asleep again.
