“Now it’s time for our cake,” he said, straightening out my bikini top and scooping me up in his arms.
“Cake?” I asked in confusion, wondering how anyone could be thinking about cake at a time like this. Mike carried me back into my hotel room, leaving the balcony door open, and gently placed me on the bed. He disappeared from view as I stared at the ceiling, allowing my breathing to slowly return to normal. A few moments later he was back with the plate in his hand.
He set it on the nightstand and grinned down at me. “I wanted to have my cake and eat it, too.” He scooped up a small dollop of icing and spread it over my cleavage. Glancing at his icing-covered finger, he held it questioningly up to my mouth. I obliged, opening my mouth and sucking off the delicious buttercream. Mike groaned as he watched me but then bent down and eagerly began kissing and licking the frosting off of my chest.
“This would work better without clothing,” he murmured, reaching up to untie my bikini top. “Not that you don’t look sexy as hell in this little number.” I arched my back and reached behind it to undo the back tie. As it loosened, Mike plucked the top off of me and tossed it aside on the bed. “Much better,” he said, lightly running his fingers over my breasts. He reached over and again swiped some of the frosting off the cake, this time putting it directly on my nipple. He lowered his mouth and gently licked some of it before drawing my nipple into his mouth and sucking intently.
I cried out, reaching up and holding his head to me. He flicked his tongue back and forth at my response until I was writhing beneath him. Mike reached over and scooped some more frosting up in his hand, smearing it across my other breast. His mouth greedily followed, kissing, licking, and sucking until he was driving me out of my mind. “Mike—I need you inside me,” I panted.
“I brought a condom,” he muttered between kisses.
“Yes,” I said breathily. “Please.”
Mike momentarily stopping kissing me and slipped his fingers beneath my bikini bottoms to tug them down. I knew he could tease me all night long with his frosting, but I was ready for the main course. Now. He pulled down his own swim trunks and his manhood sprang out before me. He unwrapped the condom, and I took it from him and sheathed his throbbing cock. Mike crawled atop of me, the head of his penis pushing against my center as he bent down to kiss me. My lips met his and our tongues tangled together and a moment later he was pushing inside of me, filling me up so completely I could barely think straight. Mike began thrusting in slow, sure movements, and I groaned as the base of his penis brushed up against my swollen clit again and again. He shifted his weight, pinning me beneath him, as he steadied himself to begin a quicker pace.
As his thrusts became faster and faster, I gasped as a warmth began to surge through me again. I was helpless beneath his much larger frame, unable to control any of our movements. Mike grabbed my hands and lifted them above my head, our fingers intertwined. He kissed me tenderly as my breasts rubbed against his muscular chest and shifted higher so that his shaft was rubbing against my fleshy nub with every movement he made. I cried out again and again as his movements drove every last ounce of pleasure out of me. A moment later he hardened even more and then stopped, collapsing on top of me.
“Sorry,” he said, rolling over and pulling me atop of him. He was still buried deep inside of me, and I could feel my muscles quaking around him. “That was amazing,” he murmured, gently running a hand down my back until it rested on my bare bottom. “You’re amazing.”
I rested my head against his shoulder and was amazed to feel him already growing hard again inside of me. “You were pretty amazing yourself,” I murmured.
“There’s still an awful lot of cake left,” Mike mused, his voice gravelly. “It may even take me until morning to finish it all….”
Chapter 11
The smell of strong coffee woke me up in the morning, and I sleepily stretched and opened my eyes. Mike was standing over by the coffee pot, clad only in his swim trunks, pouring himself a cup of the potent brew. My eyes trailed over his broad shoulders, muscular arms, and down his back to his narrow waist. I glanced over to the empty plate on the nightstand and remembered the many ways Mike had devoured frosting off of me last night. I’d never look at wedding cake the same way again.
“Mmmm,” I mumbled, sitting up. Mike turned the moment the sheets fell away, exposing my bare breasts.
“Mmmm, indeed,” he murmured, walking across the room, slowly lowering his gaze.
I hastily pulled the sheets back up to cover myself. “Let me just grab something to wear,” I mumbled, looking around.
Mike chuckled and tossed me a black silk robe I’d left draped over a chair. “Feeling shy?” he asked with a grin. “Because I pretty thoroughly explored your body last night….”
“You’re dressed—partially,” I said, letting my eyes wander over his muscular chest. “I was at an unfair advantage.”
“I would’ve been okay with you going topless this morning,” Mike replied nonchalantly as I stood and tied the short robe around me.
“I’ll bet,” I replied with a grin as I walked over to the coffee pot. I poured myself a steaming cup of Kona and turned to face Mike, who was now casually leaning against the dresser, watching me in amusement.
“I thought maybe I could order us some room service for breakfast,” he said, his voice deep. “My treat—to make up for my abrupt departure yesterday morning.”
“Sounds great,” I agreed. “I think I’ll take a quick shower first though.”
“Mind if I join you?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.
“I wouldn’t object….”
“Come on then,” he said, walking over and taking my hand. I flushed at the intimacy of the gesture and then realized the absurdity of that, because he’d just spent the past two nights in my bed. Still, it felt more couple-y or something to be having breakfast together, to stroll across my room hand-in-hand.
“Wow,” Mike said as we stepped into the bathroom. “I guess I didn’t pay close enough attention when I ducked in here last night.” The suite I was staying in had a huge bathroom with a large, sunk-in tub and an enormous walk-in shower. The shower had beautiful dark tiles as well as a bench built into the wall and multiple showerheads. There was a thin sheet of glass separating the shower and tub, giving the entire room an open and spacious feel. Mike reached out and turned on the shower, sticking his hand in to test the temperature. He set his coffee mug on the bathroom counter and then took mine, placing it beside his.
He stripped off his swim trunks, and I could see the idea of us in the shower together already had him aroused and ready. He took a step into the shower, and I watched as water poured down over his head and down his back. As I walked closer, he suddenly reached out, grabbing me around the waist, and pulling me to him, still wearing my silk robe.
“Hey,” I weakly protested as water sprayed down over my face and body. The wet robe clung to my breasts and curves, almost leaving me feeling more exposed than if I’d been wearing nothing at all.
“This is better than Christmas morning,” Mike said, his voice deep as he slowly undid the tie at my waist. He gently peeled the robe off me, exposing first one breast, then another, then pulling it off completely. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered, tenderly cupping my face and kissing me gently.
I felt a lump in my throat as I imagined what it could be like to wake up with Mike at my side every day—making love first thing in the morning, showering together as we got ready for our day. This was just a summer fling though. We’d see each other a few weeks, maybe, then he’d go on to his next assignment, and I’d go home. End of story.
“What’s wrong?” Mike asked, searching my face.
“Nothing,” I replied, hastily burying those thoughts deep inside. I wanted to enjoy the moment and didn’t need to think about what would happen when this thing between us ended—which it inevitably would. “Everything’s perfect.”
Mike paused, not looking entirely convinced
, but grabbed my floral shampoo from the ledge. He squirted some in his hands and began to gently wash my hair as I looked at him in awe. This big, strong man was running his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp, as water poured down around us. He gently guided me back under the streaming water, and I tilted my head back, closing my eyes as I let the suds wash away. He reached for a washcloth, and I hastily grabbed it from him. “I can do it,” I said, feeling this was suddenly getting to be too much, too soon.
“Okay,” he said with a smile, sensing the need to back off and grabbing my shampoo to wash his own hair.
I hastily washed off and hung my washcloth back up. As fun as last night had been, it felt good to get the remaining sticky sweetness off my skin. I turned my face back to the water, letting it wash completely over me. The steam was filling the entire shower, but I sensed Mike right behind me, stepping closer. His arms wrapped around me, his erection pushing into my lower back. The sensation of wet skin on wet skin was enticing, and I felt myself getting aroused as well. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do,” he said, letting his hand trail down my stomach until he was touching me intimately.
His fingers slid though my arousal, dragging the wetness up to my clit.
“I think we’ve already done that,” I said, laughing nervously as he slowly began to trace in slow circles.
“I want to taste you,” he said huskily, working his fingers against me again so that I knew exactly where he wanted a sample. He’d been working his way south last night, licking cake and frosting off my breasts, my stomach, my hips. But then we’d moved on to making love, again and again, and had fallen asleep in one another’s arms.
Mike gently took my arms, turning me around and walking me backward toward the seat in the shower. “Sit here,” he said, kissing me thoroughly as I shakily lowered myself onto the bench, gasping for breath. Mike knelt before me, gripping my knees and spreading my legs apart. He bent down, kissing his way slowly up my inner thigh, his broad shoulders pushing my legs even further apart, opening me to him. I gasped as his mouth reached my center and he gave one long, hard lick of his tongue over my clit.
“Oh!” I gasped, lifting slightly off the bench.
“Hold still for me, baby,” he said huskily, gripping my thighs in his powerful hands. His tongue flicked lightly over my sensitive nub, and I gasped for breath as he tickled me with pleasure. The heat was building inside of me, spiraling out of control, and any moment I would be gone again. He gently slid two fingers inside of me, filling me up completely. Slowly he slid them in and out, teasing me as I moaned. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he lowered his head and licked me again, sending me right over the edge. I cried out, clutching his shoulders as I rode the powerful wave of my orgasm. No man had ever made me feel this way before, made me come so quickly every single time. I was a goner if this is what I was in for this summer. I didn’t want anyone but Mike, and I knew no one else would ever compare anyway.
Chapter 12
I stepped into the hotel kitchen Monday morning, eager to get to work. Hard as it was to believe—this was really happening. I was working at a huge resort in Hawaii for the summer. I knew I should’ve given more notice to my boss back home, but she hadn’t been expecting me back for another week. One week’s notice would have to suffice. And if there wasn’t a spot open for me there when I returned, then there wasn’t a spot. How was that for circular logic? Things would work out the way they were supposed to—of that I was certain. This opportunity was too great to pass up.
Abby and Jordan would be staying a few more days here in Oahu and then island hopping before returning to California. I’d convinced Abby to send me some of my things from my apartment when she got back. Although I’d packed for a two-week vacation, I didn’t have everything I needed for an entire summer here. As it was, after this week I’d be seeking out the hotel laundry room to wash what I did have. Thank God I was an overpacker and had plenty of options to get me through the week.
Mike was starting his new job this morning as well. I didn’t even know where he was staying, but I was sure it wasn’t at the resort anymore like me. Since I was a temporary summer employee, they’d let me make arrangements to stay here for a couple of months. That was another opportunity I couldn’t pass up—walking a couple of minutes to get to work, enjoying the amenities of the pool, the spectacular beach…the list went on and on. I glanced down at my phone and didn’t see any messages or missed calls from Mike, but I didn’t know why I was expected to hear from him first thing this morning anyway.
My phone beeped with a message, and I eagerly glanced down, only to find a picture of Abby and Jordan in snorkel gear. Wow, they were out early this morning. If I were on my honeymoon I’d probably be enjoying breakfast in bed. Or other things, I thought with a grin. My mind instantly flashed back to awakening in Mike’s arms early yesterday morning. Long before he’d made coffee, I’d woken up with my back snug against a solid male chest and a strong arm wrapped protectively around me. As I stirred, he made no question as to what his intentions were for the morning. A caress of strong fingers across my bare breasts, the slide of his hand down my stomach and toward my quivering center, and I was gone. His for the taking once more.
No, I thought, shaking my head. I’m at work. We’d had a fun weekend, but neither of us had made any promises as to what this thing was between us and what we intended for the remainder of the summer. We’d keep it light, keep it fun—if I even saw him again. I mean, of course, I would see him. At some point. But we hadn’t made any plans, any promises. For all I knew I was far from his mind this morning.
I turned my attention back to the stove, where I was working on a new recipe. I continued stirring the dark chocolate that I was melting in a bowl over a pot of boiling water, watching as it became smooth and creamy. When it was the proper consistency, I added some Kona coffee. Nothing like bringing the taste of Hawaii to a decadent chocolate dessert. When the chocolate cooled down, I’d roll it into truffles. Although many of the restaurants at the resort had extensive dessert menus, I was hoping to add gourmet chocolates and smaller, mini-dessert flights to the menu for guests who wanted just a taste of something sweet.
By the end of the day I’d developed an assortment of new indulgences: Chocolate Kona Truffles, Fruit-Infused Petit Fours, Mini Chocolate Mousse Cups topped with a dark chocolate seashell and coconut shavings, and a sticky rice pudding served in a coconut shell. I was eager to get Jacques’s opinion and also to try them out on the resort customers themselves. Leaving the rest of the restaurant staff to look over my creations as I clocked out, I made my way to the bar out on the beach. I’d skipped lunch and was starving, so I sat down on one of the barstools and ordered a burger and diet coke. I glanced over to groups seated on the lounge chairs beneath the umbrellas and thought of the other afternoon there with Abby, Jordan, and Mike. While it was only a few days ago it felt like a million years. Abby and Jordan were married now. Mike and I had barely gotten reacquainted with one another at that point and now we’d had two passionate nights together with amazing, mind-blowing sex.
The bartender set my diet coke on the counter and I hastily drank almost half of it. “Easy there, Tiger,” came a male voice followed by Abby’s easily recognizable laugh.
“Hey you two! What are you guys doing here? I thought you’d be off having some cozy, romantic dinner for two.”
“That’s later,” Abby said, plopping down into the seat next to me. “We’ve got a private table reserved in the back of the bistro at 9:00. Did you know they get all fancy in the evenings? Candlelight, violins, champagne….”
“Sounds heavenly.”
“I know, right? We were out snorkeling all morning. We came back and pretty much crashed in our room for a few hours. I’m not sure why I let Jordan talk me into that early morning adventure. But anyway. We’re just here for drinks and apps.”
“Well, pull up a seat,” I said. “I’ve been slaving over a hot stove all day�
�literally.”
“So the new gig is pretty good?” Jordan asked.
“Pretty amazing,” I agreed, looking questioningly at him. He looked the same as always, expression open and easy, but I couldn’t help but wonder how much, if anything, Mike had told him about us. I suddenly felt awkward around Jordan in a way that I never had before. “But you know, it was just my first day.”
“Was Angeline mad?” Abby, asked, referring to my boss back home.
“She was surprised, for sure. But she hated to lose me and said she understood. She wasn’t able to guarantee my job would still be there for me at the end of the summer though. If they get busy, she’ll need to hire someone else. Which I totally understand.”
The bartender set a steaming burger in front of me, and Abby reached over and snatched one of my fries. “Two Mai Tais,” she said. “And an order of your crab dip with that amazing bread.”
“One Mai Tai,” Jordan corrected. “I’ll have whatever is on tap.”
“Coming right up,” the bartender said before disappearing again.
“So how was snorkeling?” I asked.
“Amazing!” Abby said, grabbing another one of my fries. “Absolutely amazing. We bought this underwater camera, and I can’t wait to see how the pictures turn out. Maybe we can get the film developed here!” she said excitedly, turning to Jordan.
“We can probably wait until we get home,” he said with a chuckle. “Don’t forget we’re leaving for Maui in two days.”
“Maui sounds heavenly…,” she mused.
“So I guess Mike likes his new job,” Jordan casually commented.
My ears perked up, but I tried to remain nonchalant. “You heard from Mike?”
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