Order vs. Chaos

by Mary E Thompson

  “You were. He’s a first class asshole. He didn’t deserve you.”

  “And you do?”

  “Oh, hell no. But I’m hoping you won’t figure that out for a while.”

  She laughed. “I guess we’ll see.”

  We talked and laughed and ate. The food was amazing. I wish I’d picked it, but Kiana saved the date. She was a hell of a woman. Something I learned again every time she spoke.

  After dinner, she reluctantly climbed back on my bike. Her arms wrapped around my waist and her hips hugged my thighs. I enjoyed the feel of her threaded around me as I drove to the closest beach.

  It wasn’t hard to find a beach in Hawaii. I parked on the side of the road and helped her off my bike.

  “What are we doing here?”

  I grinned. “I’ve been wanting to take your picture since the first day I saw you. Your sexy ass bent over in front of Kapena’s fridge. That tiny slip of your red shorts blocking my view. I wanted you in that second. I didn’t know who you were. Then I thought you were his girlfriend. Then I realized you were my boss. It was ugly for a few minutes. But I still wanted you.”

  “And you want to take my picture?”

  I nodded. “If you’ll let me.”

  She glanced out at the ocean, then met my eyes. She nodded, a smile curling her lips up.

  I grabbed my camera while she headed toward the water. I wanted to catch every second. I only grabbed one camera, not bothering with extra flash or a different lens. I just wanted to see Kiana.

  When I turned around, she was standing near the surf. I followed her footsteps and snapped pictures of her with the setting sun in front of her. The colors made her hair look like it was on fire. The dark strands picked up the brightness of the reds and oranges. She peeked back at me over her shoulder and smiled.

  Then stripped off her shirt.

  “Holy shit.”

  “Is this not what you had in mind?” she asked with a smirk.

  I shook my head. “No, but I’ll take it.”

  She lifted her shirt. “If you want me to put it back on, I will.”

  “Give me that shirt,” I growled, snatching it from her. “You can have it back for the ride to your place.”

  She grinned, then turned away from me. I loved the way the rays highlighted her dark skin. She was stunning in any light, but adding the rich colors of the sunset made her look like every fantasy I’d ever had come to life. I ached to cup her full tits and taste her sweet skin. To peel back her red lace bra and replace the fabric with my mouth.

  My gaze moved down her body as my cock rose in my shorts. Her fingers danced over her belly, then moved out from her. Her hands moved together, like they were trying to get me to see something. Her hips started to move, gentle sways. And I finally caught on.

  “Are you doing a hula dance?”

  She met my eyes and nodded. “One of the dancers taught me. It’s the only one I know all of. It’s very slow, but it tells the story of people setting out from Polynesia and discovering Hawaii.”

  I watched as she moved, mesmerizing me with the subtle shifts of her hips and the rhythmic arcs of her hands. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered, feeling that kick in my chest again.

  I didn’t just want to sleep with her, although I wanted that, too. I wanted her to be mine.

  And that was fucking terrifying.

  I took pictures of Kiana as she danced. When she finished that one, she started another one. She said she didn’t know all of it, but I didn’t care. She was giving me my own personal hula show.

  The sun sank deeper into the ocean, turning the sky navy. The breeze picked up over the beach, and Kiana shivered in her bra and capris. Reluctantly, I approached her.

  “Put this back on, and I’ll take you home. The last thing you need is to freeze out here. Although, I do appreciate the show.”

  She grinned and pulled her shirt back on. She looked lighter, freer, than I’d seen her before.

  “Thank you for that.”

  “For what?”

  “For letting me dance in the sun. I don’t relax often enough. I’m always so focused on work and everyone around me.”

  “Stick with me, you’ll relax plenty.”

  She laughed. “I can’t relax too much. I have too many things to do.”

  “I’ve noticed. I’m just lucky you agreed to this date. I’m not sure you’ll be able to fit a second one into your schedule.”

  She shrugged. “If a date is good enough, I’ll make time for another one.”

  She walked back to my bike, leaving me to stare after her on the beach. I swore she added a little shake to her sexy hips as I gaped at her. “Does that mean we can do this again or not?” I finally called after her.

  She peeked back over her shoulder and smiled. “We’ll see how the rest of the date goes.”

  Hell yeah.

  We were back at her place in less than ten minutes. She knew she had me right where she wanted me. She smirked, and I followed her inside. I’d do anything the woman asked.

  Damn Ethan. Why did he have to put it in my head that marriage was great? I owed him a phone call so he knew how much of a pussy I’d become.

  But until then, I was hoping to get my hands on a pussy.

  Maybe my lips, too.

  “Do you want a drink?”

  I shook my head. “I’m good.”

  “Dessert?”

  “Are you on the menu?”

  She hesitated, and I knew things were moving too fast for her. Where the hell did that intuition come from?

  “Come here,” I said, beckoning her over to me. She willingly walked into my arms, resting her head on my chest. “Now you need to tell me what you’re thinking.”

  She breathed a laugh. “How do you know I’m thinking anything?”

  I brushed her hair back, letting it slide through my fingers. Yeah, I wouldn’t lie. I’d love to hold on to it while she was riding me, but that wasn’t going to happen until she got whatever shit was in her head out.

  “I could see it in your eyes. What changed?”

  She sighed and stepped away from me. “I haven’t been with anyone since…you know. And I just sort of freaked out.”

  “I’m not here to sleep with you, Kiana.”

  “You’re not?”

  I shook my head. “I wouldn’t pass it up, but I know you need to take things slow. I’d be a pretty big dick if I didn’t respect that. I have a pretty big dick, but I try not to be one.”

  She laughed, thankfully. “I don’t want to lead you on.”

  “Oh, you mean when you said I’ve got you, and you wanted to know what I was going to do with you?” I teased.

  She grinned.

  “I’d never force you. I might be a little hurt if I leave without a goodnight kiss, but—”

  She lifted onto her toes and pressed her lips to mine. I grinned against her, and she smiled back. She lowered back to her flat feet, but I wasn’t done with her.

  I bent forward, catching her lips again. She laughed, looping her arms around my neck. I pulled her in close, tracing my tongue over the seam of her lips. She opened them for me, welcoming me in.

  She tasted like the wine she’d had with dinner, earthy and rich and amazing. My hands dipped low on her waist, itching to go lower. She kissed me back, her tongue tentative against mine.

  Our other kisses were loaded with hormones and confusion. This one was different. Heavier. It meant more. We were trying each other out. Seeing if we really were compatible. If there was more between us than the desire to see each other naked.

  That was enough for me most of the time, but she was different. She was one of the only people I knew in Hawaii. And I liked her.

  More than I probably should.

  A breathy groan slid from her throat. I liked that. My fingers tightened on her flesh, digging in to the curves that I wanted to unwrap and enjoy like the best Christmas gift ever.

  I tore my lips from her mouth to run them down her neck.
I wanted to taste all of her. She gasped when I licked her throat then pressed her tits to me. I wasn’t that good of a man.

  My hands dipped to her ass, kneading her flesh. She rubbed against me, grinding on my dick.

  “Touch me, Sawyer.”

  “No, Kiana. We said we were going to take things slow.” I hated pulling my lips away from her skin, but I had to.

  “I don’t want to go slow,” she said.

  I laughed. “Didn’t we just agree?”

  “Slow, not in reverse. You’ve already touched me.”

  What was wrong with me? There was a beautiful woman in my arms, practically begging me to touch her. And I was refusing?

  Did I leave my dick in Winterville?

  “Kiss me,” I demanded. She raised an eyebrow. “Kiss me,” I told her again.

  She must have heard something in my voice because she threw herself at me, not holding back. Our teeth clanked, our bodies sealed together. Our hands searched each other, grabbing for clothes and pulling whatever we could reach free. Her nails scratched down my stomach. Her knuckles brushed my back. Her leg hooked around my hip.

  Not to be outdone, I reached for her shirt and tugged it off her. I threw it to the floor, not caring where it landed. I just wanted to get my hands on her.

  I cupped her breasts, pinching both her nipples. She groaned, her head falling back. I feasted on her neck, dragging my tongue from her jaw down between her tasty boobs. Her nails drew down my back, urging me on. I tugged one cup to the side and captured her nipple in my teeth. She gasped and dug her fingers into my scalp.

  “Yes, Sawyer.”

  “Mmm. As sweet as I remembered.”

  She reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, pulling it away so I could get to all of her. Her chestnut skin was the same rich color all the way to her pink dusted nipples. I could spend all night kissing and licking and touching them. Especially when she gasped and clenched her fingers in my hair.

  “That feels so good,” she hummed. “Oh, Sawyer.”

  I moved to the other nipple and treated it to the same pleasure. She moaned and arched into me. I sucked. I pinched. I savored. Every sound she made went straight to my cock. I was going to come in my pants like a teenager, and I didn’t fucking care.

  She tugged my hair, dragging my lips back to hers. She kissed me hard, her teeth crashing against mine. Her tongue plunged into my mouth, demanding more from me.

  With one hand full of ass and the other overflowing with breast, I was a happy fucking dude. She whimpered, then groaned when I rubbed my dick against her.

  “Touch me, Sawyer. Please.”

  “Kiana?” I groaned. I knew. Dammit, I knew, but I was too far gone to be able to refuse her.

  “Please, Sawyer. I need to come.”

  If her begging wasn’t enough, the look in her eyes was. I could tell it had been a while. A whole lot longer than she wanted me to know. The orgasm I gave her a week earlier had worn off, and she was craving more. This time we were going into it knowing exactly what was happening and jumping in anyway.

  I wasn’t sure what scared me more. That I was all in, or that I wasn’t afraid to go all in with her.

  Chapter Fifteen

  I tore my shirt off and slammed her lips to mine again. She moaned, that needy sound that made me ache. I had no idea where her room was, but I needed to get her to a bed.

  “Bedroom?”

  She pointed. “Last room.”

  I picked her up, kissing her again as I carried her down the hallway and into her bedroom. I flipped on the light, needing to watch her come apart. I wanted to see every inch of her.

  Her bed was big and incredibly feminine with pink sheer curtains hanging from four posters. It was the girliest of beds, but I fucking loved it because her dark hair was spread across the white sheets, her top half bare for me to enjoy.

  My lips were drawn to her skin, needing to be in contact with her. I fondled her tits and kissed her shoulder, nipping her then running my tongue over the gentle curve that led to her neck.

  “Sawyer,” she begged.

  “Shh. I’ll get there.”

  “Please, Sawyer. I’m dying. I need you.”

  “What do you need?” I asked as I kissed my way down her belly. I paused at the edge of her capris, dipping my tongue beneath the waistband that stopped me from going farther.

  “Oh, God. Make me come, Sawyer. Please.”

  I looked up at her as I eased her zipper down. She helped me shuck them off, her fingers going for her red lace panties at the same time. I put my hand on hers.

  “Let me,” I said.

  Her eyes darkened when they met mine. Fire licked from her into me. She was stunning stretched out on her bed, breathing heavily and squirming for me. I slid her panties down, getting my first glimpse of her.

  Sweet Jesus, she was beautiful.

  My hands were on her instantly, sliding deep into her pussy. She responded immediately, her hips lifting to find more of me. Her legs spread wide, showing me all of her. I swept my thumb over her clit, drawing juice from her pussy up.

  She moaned and sighed, her body tightening on my fingers. I thrust them in deeper, harder, wanting to watch her as she came for me.

  “Sawyer,” she whimpered.

  “I’m right here, Kiana. Come for me, honey. Let me watch you.”

  “I’m so close. Please.”

  “What do you need, Kiana? What puts you over the edge?”

  “Kiss me.”

  I didn’t hesitate for even a breath. My tongue dove into her mouth, pulsing with the same beat as my fingers. She tensed, her entire body strung tight, then moaned long and low into my mouth as she came hard.

  I broke away from her. “More, Kiana. Give me more.”

  I pumped her again, drawing another one out of her quickly. I could smell her in the room, her desire flooding my nose as she came all over my hand. I couldn’t resist any longer. I was desperate to taste her.

  “Kiana,” I groaned, kissing my way down her body. “Can I taste you? I want to feel you come on my tongue.”

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  I replaced my fingers with my tongue, sliding it as deep as I could go inside her. Her juice coated my face and dripped into my throat.

  I could die a happy man now.

  I flicked her clit, sliding my fingers back into her. She moaned and shuddered. Her hips rocked back and forth. She reached for me, her hands holding me tight to her. I wasn’t going anywhere.

  “I can’t, Sawyer,” she whimpered, sounding like she was in pain. “I can’t.”

  “Why not?” I murmured against her thigh. She was close. I could tell she was on the edge. It wouldn’t take much to push her over, but she was holding back.

  “It’s too much. I feel like I’m going to scream.”

  “Then scream, Kiana. I don’t care. No one is going to tell you to stop. I’d love to hear you get loud. Yell as loud as you want.”

  “I, um…” she hesitated.

  “No. Don’t even tell me he took that from you. Listen to me, if it’s my hand, or my tongue, or my cock inside you, I want the whole fucking town to know. I want you screaming my name. Tell that bastard who’s making you come. Don’t you dare hold back with me, Kiana.”

  “Sawyer?”

  “Louder,” I demanded.

  “Sawyer,” she said louder.

  I swept my thumb over her clit, and she moaned a little louder. I shifted to suck on her nipple, thrusting my fingers deep into her. She got louder with each second that passed, and I got harder. I licked, she moaned. I thrust, she whimpered. I sucked on her clit, and she shouted my name.

  I groaned. Dear God, that sounded good.

  “Sawyer! Oh, yes. Sawyer! Don’t stop.”

  “Never, Kiana. Come for me,” I whispered before resuming my task.

  If I didn’t come, it was going to be a damn miracle. Her hips rose, fucking my face. She thrashed on the bed, and her eyes slid closed. Man, she was beautifu
l. From the flush covering her skin to the way her lips parted in that perfect O to the way she screamed my name with abandon like I was the only one to ever make her feel that good.

  I’d fucking take it.

  “Sawyer,” she whimpered. “Sawyer.”

  I squeezed her hip and reached for her hand. She clasped mine tight, my fingers immediately going numb.

  “Sawyer! Yes, Sawyer!” she screamed. Her whole body bounced, her breasts swinging with the rest of her. I was mesmerized by her. There was too much to touch, to taste, to feel. I clenched my jaw, trying to think of anything but the way Kiana was coming apart on my tongue. I was as close as she was, throbbing in my pants the same way she throbbed around my fingers.

  I hooked my fingers inside her and groaned when she shoved my hand in her mouth and bit my fingers then screamed. Loud.

  “Ahh! Sawyer! Yes! Oh, yes! I’m coming! I’m coming!”

  She bucked like she was trying to shake me off. My fingers were buried inside her, letting me keep pleasuring her as she screamed and panted. I couldn’t keep my lips on her, but dammit, I tried.

  “Sawyer. Oh, God, stop. I can’t take anymore,” she begged.

  “One more,” I said, thrusting deep and sucking hard.

  “Oh, fuck. Sawyer,” she groaned, another orgasm gripping my fingers in her pussy.

  “Yeah, Kiana. Just like that.”

  “Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!”

  I slowed my movements, giving her a break as she screamed. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with each breath she struggled to take in. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Or my lips. I kissed my way back up her body. Her hips, her stomach, her breasts, her neck, her shoulder, her cheek. When her eyes flipped open, I kissed her lips, letting her taste herself.

  She groaned and wrapped her legs around me. I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against her, not caring that my shorts were going to be soaked both inside and out.

  “Sawyer,” she begged. “Inside me. Please.”

  I chuckled. “What happened to slow? We don’t have to.”

  She nodded. “I know. Trust me, I do. That’s why I want to. I want you. Please.”