Page 38 of One Night in Hawaii

I wanted to lighten the mood. She had been so lighthearted a few minutes ago. I didn’t want to kill the mood.

But she didn’t laugh. Instead, she looked at me with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. “I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea about us. We can’t fall for each other. More like I can’t fall for you. You’re going to be leaving soon. I’m not the kind of person that does the vacation fling thing.”

I felt a pang of disappointment at her words. I had been hoping for something more between us, something that could last beyond this trip. But I couldn’t blame her for being practical.

“I understand,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I don’t want to pressure you into anything you’re not comfortable with.”

She smiled, relieved. “Thank you for understanding.”

We sat in silence for a few moments, both lost in our thoughts. She stared out toward the water like she was thinking about diving in and swimming away from me. I couldn’t help but steal glances at her, admiring the way the moonlight played off her features. I was happy and disappointed at the same time. I thought my feelings for her were one-sided. Now that I knew she was putting the brakes on, that meant she was feeling the same thing.

Where there was smoke, there was fire. “Shiloh,” I whispered.

She turned to look at me and I took a chance. I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her. Her lips were soft and warm as they met mine, and I felt an electric jolt shoot through my body.

We continued kissing for what felt like hours, our bodies pressed up against each other as we explored each other’s mouths. I could feel the heat emanating from her body, and I knew that I wanted her more than anything I had ever wanted before. It was the craziest feeling. I had kissed plenty of women and none of them caused this reaction. I thought I cared about Ashley, but she didn’t do this to me. I felt the gate I kept locked around my heart break open.

As we pulled away from each other, breathing heavily, she looked into my eyes with a fierce intensity. “I want you,” she said, her voice low and husky. “But I don’t want to regret this in the morning.”

I knew what she meant. I wanted her, and I knew I would regret it if I didn’t sleep with her, but I didn’t want to make her feel pressured into it either. I thought there was something between us, something real, and I wasn’t just going to throw that away. “I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” I said, trying to reassure her. “I’m happy just kissing you.”

“Then kiss me.”

She lifted her chin and closed her eyes. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against me. I could feel her hands moving under my shirt. I let her explore at her pace. She pushed it off my shoulders and left it to me to do the rest. It was my turn to run my hands over her body, and I savored the feeling of skin against skin. My hand slid up her leg, hiking the dress with it. I paused when my hand hit the waistband of her bikini. I looked into her eyes, silently asking if she wanted to keep going or if we were going to stop. I didn’t want her to have regrets.

“Yes,” she whispered.

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SHILOH

Screw regrets. I wanted the man. I wanted to know what it was like to be with him. I needed to feel his hard body over mine and deep inside me. I sat up and let him pull the dress over my head.

“Hold on,” he said.

He smoothed the dress out on the sand and grinned. “I mean, it’s not a blanket, but it’s better than the alternative.”

I laughed and stood up to dust off my butt before I sat on my dress. He was on his knees, his face inches from my core. I looked down at him and felt my breath catch in my throat. He peeled my bikini bottoms slowly down my legs.

“Perfect,” he said, and his voice was like honey.

He kissed my thighs, and I felt my knees start to weaken. I grabbed his shoulders for support. He spread my legs and slipped a finger inside me. I groaned.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered.

“All for you,” I said. I thought I was going to die from the pleasure.

He kissed my inner thigh before moving his mouth to my heated core.

“Oh, my God,” I said. The waves crashed around us, and I felt the cool sand under my feet. “Oh, my God.”

His tongue slashed over my clit, causing me to cry out. My knees buckled and I nearly fell once again. I dug my fingers into his hair as he lapped at my wetness. I moved my hips in time with his tongue, feeling the pleasure build inside me. His tongue and teeth expertly traced my slit. I felt the tension inside me start to build.

I didn’t think it was possible, but I felt myself start to shake. “I’m going to come,” I said.

He groaned against me, the vibrations sending chills up and down my spine. I felt his tongue circle my clit again. The tension inside me started to rise. I could feel my body start to tighten. I was going to orgasm any second. Then I was gone. My body exploded as I gripped his hair. My clit was on fire as I came. I shook and twitched as the orgasm surged through me. When my body finally settled, I was left breathless and covered in a sheen of sweat.

He leaned back on his haunches as my body crumbled boneless to the sand. He smiled at me with the look of a man that had just taken home the gold medal.

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