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“Damn…Hokulani.” It
became an invocation of need, drawing him into a heated trance that began and
ended with the curves of her body, the desire in her eyes, the wet bliss of her
kiss.
“Kellan.” She
extended his name with husky inflection, driving him as crazy as her fingers on
his skin, flicking over his nipples before she reached for his head and scored
his scalp with her nails. “Kellan. Kellan .”
The shower of
her reverence crashed harder over him just as real raindrops descended around
them, smacking the ground at a quickening pace. Damn it. Like he needed yet
another reason to kick his self-control over the cliff. His fantasies of her
nudity had definitely involved moisture…lots and lots of moisture. Now, he
plenty of it to help him out in reality. The rain intensified, soaking them both
inside a minute.
With an eager
sigh, she shifted her hands from his head to pull at his shirt in feverish
tugs, fighting the rain that glued it to his back. When she reacted to his
bared torso like a starving woman given a slab of chocolate cake, his restraint
waned further. When she pulled at the back of his neck and slammed their mouths
together again, he didn’t raise an inch of resistance.
Their groans
mingled and reverberated through his body. She undulated beneath him in all the very right ways. The damn minx knew he was sporting commando status
under his shorts, too. She had to realize what her little lifts and grinds were
doing to him. His dick pounded so hard for release, he was certain the horses
below could stage a dance party to its rhythm.
“Hokulani.” He
issued it as half a plea this time. Okay, she was giving him all the high signs
on this and they were both grown adults, but two hours ago, she’d had a Bowie
knife at his balls. Just because they’d changed altitude and body positions
didn’t mean she had alternative plans for his nuts. He pulled an important page
from the battalion playbook. Crazy times call for clarity and communication .
“Sweetheart, if we don’t stop…”
His aroused
snarl drowned the end of that, as she ran both hands down his back then beneath
his shorts.
“Tell me.” She
rose a little, going for his neck with her strawberry-dark lips. The second she
made contact, he shook from the power of her warm caress on his soaked skin. He
had to consciously focus on gently forcing her back down.
“Listen to me.”
He growled it, which only seemed to spur her arousal, pumping his in a
classic domino effect. “If we don’t stop now, I won’t stop. There’s a
condom in my wallet. I’ll get it out before taking off my shorts for you again.
Then I’m going to get you naked and I’m going to spread you wide—yeah, right
here in the rain—and I’m going to fulfill the fantasy I’ve had since first
laying eyes on you. I’m going to ram my cock into your wet pussy, and hit every
spot in your sweet body that’ll make you scream until you can’t anymore.
That’ll be the moment that you come for me, sweetheart. You’ll fall apart for
me for me in a thousand different pieces, and I’ll love it as I watch every
second.”
Mentally, it
felt damn good to say it. Physically, he was a throbbing mess. He took a long
moment before drawing back from her, steeling himself for any number of
reactions. His blunt pillow talk had driven away more than a few fine women
even after three dates, let alone two hours. But nothing less than his truth
would do with this creature, so bold and fierce and passionate, who’d upended
his senses from the moment she’d flipped over his body on the beach. Lying to
her would be an insult to her, and that was not okay.
The rain fell
harder as he swept his gaze up.
“Up” being a
subjective term at the moment.
Like a man—or
many women, for that matter—would condemn him for halting his eyes once they
beheld her chest.
Her fully nude,
damn spectacular chest, now exposed past the jacket she unzipped and the
bathing suit she unlatched.
When
became an invocation of need, drawing him into a heated trance that began and
ended with the curves of her body, the desire in her eyes, the wet bliss of her
kiss.
“Kellan.” She
extended his name with husky inflection, driving him as crazy as her fingers on
his skin, flicking over his nipples before she reached for his head and scored
his scalp with her nails. “Kellan. Kellan .”
The shower of
her reverence crashed harder over him just as real raindrops descended around
them, smacking the ground at a quickening pace. Damn it. Like he needed yet
another reason to kick his self-control over the cliff. His fantasies of her
nudity had definitely involved moisture…lots and lots of moisture. Now, he
plenty of it to help him out in reality. The rain intensified, soaking them both
inside a minute.
With an eager
sigh, she shifted her hands from his head to pull at his shirt in feverish
tugs, fighting the rain that glued it to his back. When she reacted to his
bared torso like a starving woman given a slab of chocolate cake, his restraint
waned further. When she pulled at the back of his neck and slammed their mouths
together again, he didn’t raise an inch of resistance.
Their groans
mingled and reverberated through his body. She undulated beneath him in all the very right ways. The damn minx knew he was sporting commando status
under his shorts, too. She had to realize what her little lifts and grinds were
doing to him. His dick pounded so hard for release, he was certain the horses
below could stage a dance party to its rhythm.
“Hokulani.” He
issued it as half a plea this time. Okay, she was giving him all the high signs
on this and they were both grown adults, but two hours ago, she’d had a Bowie
knife at his balls. Just because they’d changed altitude and body positions
didn’t mean she had alternative plans for his nuts. He pulled an important page
from the battalion playbook. Crazy times call for clarity and communication .
“Sweetheart, if we don’t stop…”
His aroused
snarl drowned the end of that, as she ran both hands down his back then beneath
his shorts.
“Tell me.” She
rose a little, going for his neck with her strawberry-dark lips. The second she
made contact, he shook from the power of her warm caress on his soaked skin. He
had to consciously focus on gently forcing her back down.
“Listen to me.”
He growled it, which only seemed to spur her arousal, pumping his in a
classic domino effect. “If we don’t stop now, I won’t stop. There’s a
condom in my wallet. I’ll get it out before taking off my shorts for you again.
Then I’m going to get you naked and I’m going to spread you wide—yeah, right
here in the rain—and I’m going to fulfill the fantasy I’ve had since first
laying eyes on you. I’m going to ram my cock into your wet pussy, and hit every
spot in your sweet body that’ll make you scream until you can’t anymore.
That’ll be the moment that you come for me, sweetheart. You’ll fall apart for
me for me in a thousand different pieces, and I’ll love it as I watch every
second.”
Mentally, it
felt damn good to say it. Physically, he was a throbbing mess. He took a long
moment before drawing back from her, steeling himself for any number of
reactions. His blunt pillow talk had driven away more than a few fine women
even after three dates, let alone two hours. But nothing less than his truth
would do with this creature, so bold and fierce and passionate, who’d upended
his senses from the moment she’d flipped over his body on the beach. Lying to
her would be an insult to her, and that was not okay.
The rain fell
harder as he swept his gaze up.
“Up” being a
subjective term at the moment.
Like a man—or
many women, for that matter—would condemn him for halting his eyes once they
beheld her chest.
Her fully nude,
damn spectacular chest, now exposed past the jacket she unzipped and the
bathing suit she unlatched.
When
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