He went hard at her words, and the urge to keep touching her was overwhelming. Unable to wait any longer, he slipped a finger under the fabric of her bikini bottoms to find bare flesh.
He had to close his eyes for a moment and gritted his teeth so he wouldn’t lose control.
She was smooth, and even though he was still outside her channel, he could feel the slick moisture that had gathered on her swollen folds.
God.
She sighed. “Asher...”
“I’ll go slow.”
“I don’t know if I want you to go slow.” She smiled and parted her thighs, making his finger slip just inside. She was hot and wet.
He groaned. His blood moved faster at the thought of taking her hard and fast.
“You keep saying these things that make it hard for me to be rational.”
“Who needs rational?” Her laughter was sexy and light.
She stopped laughing when he moved his finger deeper inside her. Her slick arousal guiding him into her tight heat.
She arched her back, reaching behind her to remove her bikini top. His mouth dried at the sight of her full breasts set free. The nipples were puckered and soft coral in color.
“Beautiful, absolutely beautiful,” he murmured.
He lowered his head to one breast and drew the tip into his mouth. His tongue swept over the hard nipple until she cried out and gripped his hair. He sucked harder and used his free hand to knead her other breast, while he continued to penetrate her.
Eager to be free from the barrier of his clothing, he paused in his ministrations to assist when she reached down to remove his shorts. Kicking his shorts to the floor, he turned back to Melanie. She reached for him and wrapped her hand around his cock. Her fingers slid hot and smooth over his flesh as she explored his length.
The breath hissed out from between his clenched teeth as he thrust his hips against the softness of her touch.
“You’re so hard,” she whispered as she rubbed her thumb over the slit in the head of his cock. “I want to taste you.”
If just imagining it nearly put him over the edge, he would be an instant goner if she even tried right now. “Me first.”
He tugged the strings of her bikini free and pulled it off her. God, she was amazing. He could only stare down at her for a moment. She was sexy and incredibly beautiful. Everywhere.
Needing to touch her—to taste her—he parted her folds with his thumbs, lowered his head and delved his tongue inside. She cried out, her hips jerking, and her hands gripping tight into his hair.
The sweet taste of her drove him wild. More, he needed more. And he took it. Her moans grew more frantic, encouraging him as his tongue flicked and circled the sensitive pearl of her clit.
She gasped and moaned, pressing herself against him.
“Don’t stop,” she begged thickly. “Please, don’t stop! ”
He sucked and licked her at a steady pace, watching her stomach clench as she neared her climax. She was close. He drew her clit into his mouth, bit lightly as he pushed two fingers inside her.
She climaxed hard, her thighs clenched around his head as she screamed. He had no intention of letting her go so soon, and continued pleasing her until she was limp and pushing weakly at his shoulders.
“I can’t handle any more.” She gave a drowsy, content laugh and wiggled under him. “It’s my turn. Let me touch you.”
Asher slid up her body and nuzzled her neck, letting his tongue run over the pulse that throbbed.
“Later. I need to be inside you.” Which made him remember exactly what he didn’t have on him. “Damn. I’ve got bad news, sweetheart.”
“I have one,” she said, and managed to wiggle out from under him so she could lean over to yank open the bedside drawer. She pulled out a box of condoms.
“Need one of these?”
“Uh. Yeah, actually.” She was awfully prepared for someone who didn’t do this often.
“You don’t bring condoms when you go jogging?” she teased, still breathless and flushed. “They’re my friend’s. We’re sharing the hotel room. She came equipped.”
Hmm. A roommate? He reached out to stroke her nipple, still stiff from her orgasm.
“Is this roommate coming back tonight?”
“No.” Melanie tore open a single packet, pulled out the condom and handed it to him. “I’m not so good at this part, I’ll let you handle it.”
Her honesty had him laughing with genuine amusement as he quickly put it on. While he did so, she reached out to trace a nail down his chest.
“You have a very sexy body, doc. Is that why you run with your shirt off?”
“I run with my shirt off because it gets damn hot.”
He laughed, but broke off on a groan as she kissed the center of his chest. Then her tongue did a sweep of his nipple and he couldn’t control the shudder that ripped through him. She must have realized that it was a sensitive spot, because she licked his nipple again, and then pulled it between her teeth and bit it with just enough pressure to tease, but not hurt.
“Ah, so you like that?”
“Melanie...”
“I think you do.” She giggled and repeated the same torturous process to his other nipple.
He had to have her. Now. With a firm hand on her shoulder, he pushed her onto her back.
Melanie’s smile was pure seduction as she stared up at him with hooded eyes. There was something else there, though, in her gaze. There was...trust. The sudden connection he felt with her surprised him enough to pause for a moment. Usually sex was nothing more than a release for him. Sex and then it was back to the books. Back to work. It was never like this, desperate and intense. And strangely, and wonderfully, fun.
“Asher?” Her eyes widened, as if she thought he was going to change his mind.
Nothing—unless she asked him—could have persuaded him to stop at this point. He had to have her. It went beyond the physical need. He needed to be inside her, to join their bodies and take that last step.
“Is your ankle going to be okay?” It was better to turn on the clinical side of his brain, rather than share his true thoughts.
“My ankle is the last thing on my mind right now. It’s fine.”
Her breasts were swollen, her nipples hard. Her thighs were parted and the smooth, moist flesh between her legs was a beacon for him to slide his cock home.
“Melanie,” he muttered, somewhat in awe. “You blow my mind.”
She flushed, but murmured, “Likewise.”
He gave a slow smile as he lowered himself onto her, bracing one arm beside her head so she wouldn’t have to take all of his weight. With his other hand, he guided his cock between her legs to the entrance of her body.
He looked down, had to see if that trust was still in her pretty blue eyes. To see if it had maybe been his imagination. But it was still there. That look that said he could do anything he wanted and she would let him. He must have waited too long, because she gave an impatient groan.
“Asher?”
“I’m here, sweetheart.” Unable to wait any longer, he pushed slow and easy into her.
God, it’d been too long. She felt amazing. So hot. Wet. Tight. Her body suddenly tensed, and he wondered if it had been awhile for her too.
Her eyes closed, her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she lifted her hips to bring him deeper.
He sank in, until he was all the way ensconced in her body. He gave her a moment to adjust to him, waited for her body to relax around him. Then, when she started to moan and wiggle under him, he moved.
He pulled out a little, only to plunge back into her hot core. He leaned down and ran his tongue over her nipple. She cried out and her body clenched around his cock.
“Melanie, sweetheart.” He closed his eyes. “If you keep doing that...”
“This?” She tightened her inner muscles around him again.
He groaned. The sensation was so intense he almost came. He thrust deeper, increasing his pace. H
er fingernails pierced the skin on his shoulder, spurring him to take her harder and faster. He caught her nipple again with his teeth and nibbled and sucked her until she whimpered.
“I want you to come again.”
“I can’t.” She gasped, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow. “Please, just don’t stop.”
He reached down to find her clit, wanting her to fly with him when he came. He leaned down to kiss her again, eager to find her tongue with his. Her moan was guttural in response to his slow touch. Her tongue thrust back against his as her hips lifted to meet each stroke of his cock.
The harder he thrust into her, the more frantic her moans. He pounded into her at a fierce pace, moving her body on the bed.
“Asher.” Her sheath clenched hard around him as she climaxed.
He pressed so deep into her their bodies melded, became one. He came harder, faster, than he ever had in his life. His name cried from her sweet lips spurred him on, even as her body milking his cock drained every bit he had to give. With one last weakened thrust, he collapsed on top of her, wrapping her in his arms.
When her breathing had mellowed and her heartbeat had slowed to normal, she kissed his forehead and stroked damp hair from his face.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you, Asher. I haven’t...in so long...I—”
“Shh.” He raised his head and covered her mouth with his.
She kissed him back with a fierceness that surprised him, and then she fell back against the pillows, clearly spent.
He smiled and eased his weight off her to lie beside her. But still, he kept his head nuzzled against her breast, his arms tight around her sweat-slick body. She continued to stroke his hair, and his eyes drifted shut.
Incredible. She’s so incredible.
He nuzzled her nipple, admiring again the dusky tip. Her hand stopped its movements and he opened his eyes to look at her face. She’d fallen asleep, a slight smile curling her kiss-swollen lips.
He could leave. That was pretty much standard for this type of thing, right? A one-night stand. And what else could this possibly be?
The idea of leaving had his gut clenching and everything inside him screaming in protest. Slowly, he lowered his head back to the pillow of her breast.
Hell no. Saying goodbye tomorrow was going to suck as it was. He could at least enjoy tonight.
It was too damn bad she was just another tourist.
The warmth of the sun shinning on the bed woke her. Melanie stirred, pulling the sheet over her bare shoulders as she rolled away from the glare.
Wait. Why was she naked?
Her eyes snapped open and she found herself staring into the face of a sleeping man. Asher. The details of last night came rushing back and she felt a slow flush travel over her body.
Oh God. Last night had been...indescribably intimate. Sexy. Fun. Her gaze traveled over his body in appreciation before it returned to his face. Long, dark eyelashes fanned across his cheek. And his mouth—a mouth that had brought her so much pleasure—was curved in a sensual and unconscious request to be kissed.
Melanie leaned over him and her hair spilled onto his shoulders as she brushed her lips across his. He gave a grunt of approval as his eyes drifted open. Melanie’s breath caught in her throat at the intensity in his dark gaze.
“I thought I might have dreamed you.” His sleep-deepened voice rasped over her, making her body tingle.
“I hope you’re not disappointed,” she murmured, still hovering above him.
“Not at all.” He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, the gesture sweet and tender.
“Not so bad for a haole, huh?” she teased, using the Hawaiian word for tourist.
He smiled. “You were a Goddess. Have breakfast with me.”
“Breakfast.” Her eyes widened and she cursed her pre-scheduled breakfast. “Oh, shoot, I wish I could, but I’m supposed to meet Piper.”
Asher lifted an eyebrow. “The friend and roomie?”
“Yeah. What about lunch?”
“I’m having lunch at my parents’ house.”
“Ah.” She nodded. So he was a local.
“How about dinner?” he countered.
She gave him a slow smile, ridiculously excited that he hadn’t given up. “Perfect.”
“I’ll meet you in the bar at seven.”
“Sounds good.” She lowered her mouth to his to drop a quick kiss. Well, she’d intended it to be quick. But the moment he cupped the back of her head to pull her closer, she was lost.
Her tongue slipped into his mouth to rub intimately against his. The taste of him was addictive, and she knew that if she didn’t leave him now, she might not leave this room until she had to go to the airport.
She drew back and traced her thumb over his mouth, hating to leave him, wishing she could spend the day right here in bed with her sexy Hawaiian.
Her Hawaiian? She swallowed hard. Just a vacation fling, nothing more, she reminded herself. She had to be as carefree about it as Piper.
“I can’t wait for seven, doc. I’ve got to get in the shower, but I’ll see you tonight.”
Chapter Three
“I’ll have a mimosa and the garden omelet.” Melanie handed her menu to the waiter, and then turned to face Piper, who was waiting with obvious impatience.
“Okay, spill it. It’s obvious you had sex,” Piper eyed her thoughtfully. “If the smile on your face didn’t give it away, then the saddle-sore walk you’ve got going on would.”
Melanie threw her head back and laughed. The sun was a nice bonus to the view as they sat on restaurant’s patio.
“I had an incredible night,” Melanie admitted after a moment.
“Ah, so I was right. I knew that surfer would be good in bed.”
“Surfer?” Melanie frowned as she accepted the mimosa the waiter dropped off for them.
“Uh, the guy you went to bed with last night?” Piper picked up her own glass and took a sip.
“Oh, that guy. Um, I didn’t end up with the surfer.”
Piper set down her glass and gave her a look of amusement. “Wait a minute. If you didn’t go to bed with the surfer, who did you go to bed with?”
“A doctor named Asher.” Melanie pushed back her chair and lifted her swollen ankle into view. “While I was chasing said surfer, I fell and hurt my ankle. That’s when I met Asher. Funny how the stars align.”
“Damn, you are good.” Piper shook her head, her eyes wide in amazement. “You upgraded from a surfer to a doctor.”
Melanie smiled suddenly a bit self-conscious. “Does it matter what he does, it’s only sex, right?”
The words were awkward and bitter on her tongue, and her heart did a little twist at why that was.
“Exactly. So what’s he like?”
“He’s a local. A gorgeous man with an amazing body.”
“Uh huh. And the sex?” Piper prodded.
“Was almost...indescribable. I was thinking about it while I showered this morning.”
“And?”
She hesitated, wanting to be casual about it, but feeling the confession spill past her lips before she could stop it.
“It’s like every man that I’ve ever gone to bed with, every man I thought I was in love with, was just a meaningless fling. And then Asher, who’s supposed to be a meaningless fling, connects with me in a way no man ever has.”
Piper’s stare said that she thought Melanie had drunk a few too many daiquiris.
“I know it sounds crazy.”
“He lives in Hawaii, Mel.”
“I know.” Melanie shook her head and shrugged, half agreeing with Piper’s unspoken assessment that she was nuts.
“You haven’t been to bed with anyone since Dave,” Piper said gently. “That’s two years without sex. Maybe this is just some kind of post-sex clingy thing you’ve got going on.”
Melanie thought about the possibility for a moment. It sounded logical, but her gut instinct wavered on the theory. “I don�
�t know. You could be right, I suppose.”
“Keep it just sex.” Piper reached over to squeeze her hand. “It’ll be more fun while you’re here, and easier for you when you leave.”
“Just sex.” Melanie took a slow breath in. Yeah, when had she lost sight of that concept? “I mean that was the deal, and I need to stick by it. You’re right. I’ll keep the emotions out of this.”
“Good girl.”
Melanie picked up her mimosa. She hoped Piper was right, because the thought of falling for Asher that quick... Falling for someone who it was nearly impossible to stay with in the long run... Well, that was just asking for trouble.
Melanie took extra time getting ready for dinner that night. Since they’d arrived in Hawaii, she’d generally skipped makeup and had lived in shorts, tanks, or her bikini. But tonight was different. Much different. Tonight she wanted to look sexy, feminine, and maybe a little sensual.
She pulled a floral halter dress out of her luggage and shimmied into it. Then added some lip-gloss as a low maintenance makeup option.
She slipped out of the room and went down to the bar to wait for Asher. Since she was a few minutes early, she ordered herself a daiquiri and waited at a table, taking the extra time to people watch.
“How’s your ankle?” A voice asked in her ear as big, warm hands closed over her naked shoulders.
She smiled. “I’m not sure. It could use some further examination.”
Asher chuckled. The sound zipped through her, making her tingly and itchy. His hands rubbing her bare shoulders added to the sensation, and she couldn’t wait for the night to come. After placing a soft, teasing kiss on the side of her neck, he stepped in front of her and pulled out a chair.
He looked even better today than yesterday. Like her, he’d made an effort to dress nice too. His skin looked even darker in the khakis and black polo shirt.
His gaze swept over her. “Melanie, sweetheart, you’re more gorgeous than I remembered.”
She flushed with pleasure as she stroked her hand over her drink glass. He thought she was gorgeous? Oh, what that did to a woman’s confidence.
“Thank you. Although, it’s only been eleven hours.”
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