Page 40 of One Night in Hawaii

The cabin lights were just enough to see by and would have to do. “I don’t care,” he groaned.

He kissed the back of my neck.

“Damn, girl, you have no idea how bad I want you,” he said, running his hands down my back. “That first day on the yacht when you stripped down to a bikini very similar to this one, I thought I was going to have to excuse myself to the bathroom for five minutes of me time.”

I laughed. It was one of the sweetest compliments I had ever gotten. “You’re the one that stripped down to your underwear.”

He flashed a grin. “I might have been trying to entice you.”

“You definitely did.”

He kissed me again, backing me against the wall. His hard body pushed against mine. I groaned and ran my hands down his hard biceps. “Now that I’ve seen your workout, I understand how you stay in such good shape.”

“Now that I’ve seen how much time you spend in the water, I understand how you are so fucking perfect. And tan. You’re my little mermaid.”

“I always wanted to be a mermaid.”

“I think you are,” he whispered against my ear. His teeth tugged at my lobe.

“Are you envisioning me wearing seashells?”

“I’m envisioning you naked,” he replied. “We’re going to have to do this again when I can get a good view of you.”

I laughed. “I think you’ve seen most of it.”

“Not the best parts,” he replied.

He kissed my neck, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive flesh. “You have no idea how much I want to fuck you. Your body makes me so hard.”

“Then do it.”

His eyes flashed a mischievous look. “I like when you’re aggressive.”

I reached down and grabbed his erection. “I can be aggressive, but I know what I really want.”

He purred like a big cat. “And what’s that?”

“This, inside me, but hold on, I have something I’ve been saving.”

I slipped away from him and went to the fridge. I pulled out the bottle of champagne I got from one of my clients. “Want to open it while I get the glasses?”

“Absolutely, if you promise I can pour a little on you and lap it up,” he added with a cheesy smile.

“You can lick anywhere you want to.”

“I already did, but I could definitely go back for seconds,” he said, grinning.

I didn’t mind the idea at all. I opened my cupboard and grabbed two coffee cups while he popped the cork. “Sorry, I don’t have fancy flutes.”

“I don’t care,” he said, smiling.

We took a few drinks but the champagne was not what either of us was craving. He grabbed me against him and kissed me again. I barely managed to put my cup down when he backed me through the narrow door into my bedroom. My legs hit the edge of the bed. I fell backward with him coming over me. His body moved against mine, giving me a glimpse of what was to come.

I bent my legs, bringing them up against his butt. I thrust my hips up and his cock swelled. He was hard and ready. I reached down between us and stroked him. He let out an approving moan. I pulled him against me and kissed him.

“Do you have a condom?”

We both froze. “Fuck!” I said. “Maybe. Hold on.”

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