Page 37 of Blue Hawaiian
“Good thing one of us planned on getting laid.” She fished the condoms out of the pocket of her robe and placed them on the nightstand. “Here. My emergency stash. Thanks to you, I didn’t waste them on Lance.”
From the gleam in his eye, she was certain he was gloating over her decision. “Excellent choice,” he said. “Now for the important question—bed, couch, or shower? You pick.”
Her heart raced in anticipation. Shower sex was high on her list of priorities, but not when the room held an enormous, king-size bed with 600-thread-count sheets waiting to be defiled. She pulled back the covers, eased herself onto the bed, and stretched out in what she hoped was a seductive pose.
He grinned. “Bed it is, then.”
She gazed up at him, her pulse quickening, as he stripped off his shorts and boxers. The sight of him, naked and aroused, filled her with a throbbing ache. She wanted so badly to touch herself, to ease that ache just a little, but she held back. After months of self-medicating, it was time for someone else to make her happy.
He straddled her on the bed and gave her a long, appreciative look. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to restrain myself when you came into my room with that ice bucket?”
His confession filled her with a warm glow. “I felt the same way.”
“Not possible. You were still mad at me.”
“That doesn’t mean I didn’t want you.” She traced one finger along his firm chest. “All you wanted was a measly drink.”
“I was trying to behave myself. But not anymore.”
He took one nipple between his fingers and tweaked it gently, making her gasp. First one, then the other, until she was desperate to feel his mouth on them. She moaned when he swirled his tongue around each nipple. As his rough stubble grazed against her bare skin, she wound her fingers through his hair and arched her back, her body ablaze with pent-up longing.
He drew himself up until he was facing her and held her in his gaze. “This is so much better than any of my fantasies.”
“Same. And I hadsomany fantasies.”
“Naughty girl.” He ran his lips along the hollow of her throat. “Tell me about these fantasies.”
“They were so delicious and wicked. Having sex on the fur rug in front of the fire. Up against the wall of the shower. In the hot tub.” She’d had so many lonely nights where she’d consoled herself with memories, reliving each encounter they’d shared.
He murmured her name, then trailed soft kisses down her stomach, eliciting little cries from her. When he ran his tongue along the inside of her thighs, his stubble felt as arousing as she’d imagined. But better than anything she’d dreamed of, because it was real. Connor was here, with her, and he wanted this every bit as much as she did.
By the time he spread her legs and lowered his head, she was panting with need, her hands twisting the sheets. The things he was doing with his tongue were almost more than she could bear. She writhed under him, close to combustion.
Using his fingers and tongue to explore her slick folds, he brought her so close to the edge she could hardly stand it. When he paused and looked up at her, she whimpered in protest. “Connor, please. You can’t stop now.”
His voice was warm and husky. “I want to hear you beg. Like you did at Big Bear.”
“Bastard.” But she was near to incinerating. “Please. Please don’t stop.”
He gripped her bottom tightly, holding her in place as he found her sweet spot. She moaned his name as the orgasm crashed over her. The sensations were so intense her whole body shuddered with the aftershock.
When he rose above her, with a satisfied grin on his lips, she couldn’t help but laugh. “You don’t have to look so fucking smug about it.”
“I love it when you beg.” He grabbed the condom from the nightstand. “Should we keep going?”
“Of course.” She snatched the condom from him. “But you’re not putting this on until I give you permission.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Someone’s getting saucy.”
She pushed him back onto the bed and smoothed her hands over the ridges of the muscles in his chest. Lowering her head, she licked and sucked his nipples until she was rewarded with shameless groans of pleasure. His response fueled her lust even more. As her lips moved downward, she brushed her hair against his chest, stopping to take the hard length of him in her mouth. The taste of him excited her. She wanted to make him cry out in ecstasy, but he threaded his fingers through her hair and tugged her head back.
“Stop,” he said. “I want to come inside of you.”
She gave him a flirtatious smile but rolled over onto her back and handed him the condom. “Here. I yield.”
His eyes skated across her body as he took it from her. “You are absolutely gorgeous. Even sexier than I remembered.”
She flushed with happiness. “It’s been a long time since anyone told me that.”
