Page 93 of One Night in Hawaii

She flashed me a smile. “That sounds like a very good plan. Let me say goodbye to Ryder.”

I found Penelope chatting up some of her guests. “Hey, we’re going to get out of here,” I said. “We need to talk. I want to know what happened.”

“Tomorrow,” she said. “Needless to say, I don’t plan on going back anytime soon.”

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll leave it at that, but we have to talk.”

“I know. Have fun. I can’t wait to come by and see everything you guys have done on the house.”

“You know you’re welcome to one of the other houses in the cove,” I told her.

“Thank you. I’ll talk to Ryder. We might just take you up on that. Your cove is like a little piece of heaven.”

“It is,” I said, grinning. “I’ll share it with you.”

“You better,” she said, laughing.

Shiloh was waiting for me. I took her hand and we headed for home. Every time we pulled up to the house, I got a little chill. I still couldn’t believe I had a home in Hawaii. An apartment was a lot different than a home. The blue house was a true home that I knew was going to provide plenty of good memories. I hoped we would raise our children here. The house might need a little more work to make it a bit bigger, but we would cross that bridge when the time came. I was just happy to be a part of the process from the ground up. It made it better. It made it truly ours.

“Do you want a drink?” Shiloh asked as we walked into the kitchen.

“Sure.” I followed her into the kitchen that was still in the construction phase. She pulled a beer from the fridge and opened it before handing it to me. I grabbed her hand and pulled her against me. “I love you.”

“I love you,” she said, smiling in return.

I pushed her hair back and stared into her stunning green eyes before leaning in for a kiss. I didn’t think I would ever get tired of looking into her eyes. This was the woman that would have my children one day.

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SHILOH

Ikissed him back, letting him know what I was after. I was always after him. My hands trailed down his arms and slid under his shirt. We were in our own kitchen. We could do whatever we wanted. Almost every other room in the house had been properly christened. The kitchen was the only place that was left untouched.

“Here?” he asked with his lips against mine.

“Have a problem with that?” I smiled.

“I will never have a problem making love to you,” he said, laughing. “I’m a man. I’ll do you wherever you’ll let me hike your skirt.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

As his hands roamed over my body, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of urgency. We had been together for a while now, and our passion for each other never seemed to wane. But something about the heat between us tonight was different. I needed him now more than ever before.

I pulled away from him for a moment, looking into his eyes. “I need you,” I whispered.

He didn’t need any more convincing. He lifted me up onto the kitchen counter, his hands gripping my hips as he kissed me deeply. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, feeling his hardness pressing against me.

I moaned softly into his mouth, running my hands through his hair. I ached for him to be inside me. He kissed my neck and down my chest, his lips leaving a trail of fire on my skin. He unzipped my shorts and tapped my knee. I lifted myself from the counter while he yanked the shorts down my legs. I plopped back down on the old laminate counters that would soon be gone. He quickly pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the floor. His skilled hands had my bra off with a quick flick of his wrist. I shuddered when the AC kicked on and sent a cold blast of air over my skin.

He ran his hands over my body, his touch making me quiver. I slipped my hand down the front of his pants, wrapping my fingers around his shaft. I began to stroke him gently.

He trailed his fingers along my inner thigh, grazing the thin material of my panties. I moaned softly, watching him as he slipped them off. He kissed the insides of each of my thighs, his fingers spreading my wetness. The cool air hit my throbbing clit, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I moaned again, louder this time. He slipped a finger inside me, pulling a loud gasp from me.

Suddenly, he jerked at my thong, pulling me to the edge of the counter. He jerked the lace fabric again until they tore. I had never been so turned on in my life. He smiled up at me as he pulled them from my body. “They were in the way,” he said.

“I noticed.”

I pulled at his shirt until he lifted his arms and let me pull it over his head. My mouth closed down on one strong pectoral muscle while my hands pushed his pants and underwear down. He pushed two fingers inside me while I stroked his cock.

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