A Hero For Ku'uipo (Delta Force Hawaii Book 2)

by Reina Torres

  He felt her reaching for the door and it made him laugh when she missed it… twice.

  Pressing a kiss under her ear, he mumbled against her skin. “Here, let me.”

  His foot kicked at the door, connected with the back of it and it closed with a crack.

  “Hey,” her hands worked at his buttons as his laughter vibrated against her neck, “people might hear that.”

  Train reached his hands around and cupped her backside, pulling her hard against his hips. “If they’re close enough to hear that, they’re going to hear a lot more in a few minutes.”

  He curled his hips against her and heard her groan.

  “I love the way you sound when I touch you.”

  Her laughter was soft, throaty. “And I love the way you touch me.”

  He muttered a few choice words under his breath.

  “What,” she stilled her hands on the last of his shirt buttons, “was that?”

  “Every once in a while, I slip and say a few words in Spanish. Do you slip into Hawaiian too?”

  She yanked his last button out of the hole and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Mostly when I’m angry. Don’t push your luck.”

  His hands fisted in her hair and held her still while he ghosted a kiss over her lips. “Make-up sex is just as good as angry sex.”

  She pushed his shirt off his shoulders. “Right now,” she rubbed up against him, “I’d just take sex.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He reached around her body and wrapped his arms around her torso like muscled bands. “Whatever you say, ma’am. I-”

  They both cringed as a shrill electronic beep pulsed within the room.

  “What is that?”

  He reached out to cover her ears and she took his hands in hers and moved them away.

  “Cover your ears.”

  With that warning, she walked back to the door.

  He couldn’t help but check out the natural sway of her hips and then the tight squeeze of her cheeks as she reached up and punched the button on the smoke detector with the tip of her pointer finger.

  The sound disappeared a moment later and he lowered his hands.

  “No fire?”

  Ku‘uipo looked over her shoulder at him. “Nope. There’s something weird in the wiring of this place. When it rains, the circuit does… something and the alarm can go off at any time.”

  “If we don’t have to evacuate,” he gave her a pointed look, “can we get back to-”

  “Yes,” she wagged a finger at him, “just cut out the ‘ma’am’ thing or you’re going to be kicked out in the cold.”

  “Cold?” He laughed. “In Hawai‘i?”

  She shrugged and reached down, grasping the bottom of her night shirt she pulled it up and over her head, dropping it to the ground as she walked back to him. “You want to risk it?”

  “Hell no.” He filled his hands with her breasts and felt her nipples pebble against his palms. “I don’t want to be out in the cold, Ipo. I want to stay here and,” he shifted his hands and his thumbs traced the undersides of her breasts, “keep you warm.”

  “I like that idea,” she reached between them, working at the button on the waistband of his pants. “I like that a lot.”

  He turned, gently guiding her toward the edge of the bed as she shoved at the waistband of his pants. “I’ve imagined you,” he whispered the words as if he was divulging a secret, “late at night… in my bed.”

  She shuddered as his fingers plucked at her nipples, bowing her back toward him. “Yeah?”

  “You look so damn beautiful coming apart in my arms.” He looked into her eyes and was stunned by the heat in her gaze. “There are so many ways I want to love you.”

  “Then,” her breath caught as her palms brushed against the bare skin of his ass, “what are you waiting for?”

  Ku‘uipo worked her hands around his hips, pushing his slacks down further, and when her fingers brushed against the hair at the base of his cock, he flexed his hips, wanting more.

  “I just need to know, sweetheart,” he growled the words and saw her eyes widen just the littlest bit, “do you want to be on top? Or do you want-”

  The whine of the smoke alarm cut through the haze of need in his head, the clarion call of cockblocking devices.

  “I’m going to-”

  He didn’t even finish his sentence. He crossed to the door and yanked the device out of the wall. Dropping it into the wastebasket he fixed his eyes on her flushed face and then lowered his gaze to her breasts and the dusky-hued nipples that he needed to taste. “I’ll get you a new one and a whole bunch of batteries, but if it went off one more time-”

  Whatever he would have said disappeared from his mind as Ku‘uipo reached down and pushed her shorts off her hips and further until they pooled at her ankles.

  “You were bare… under those?”

  She shrugged. “Is that a problem?”

  “While I was rubbing your feet,” he shoved his pants down, kicking them off when they caught at his ankles, “you didn’t have a stitch on under those shorts.”

  “Is that-”

  “I could have slid my hands up your legs,” he reached down and pulled his wallet from his pants, tossing it on the side of the bed, “and had my fingers in you.”

  His hands hooked into the waistband of his boxer briefs and peeled those off in a heartbeat.

  Train saw the look in her eyes and knew she was hungry, maybe as hungry as he was for her.

  And when he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and gave his thick erection a long, slow, stroke to the tip and back again. “Wasted time.”

  He saw her work to put a light smile on her lips and ease the tension in her shoulders. “Well, I enjoyed the massage.” Sure, she tried to play it easy, but he heard the deeper register in her voice, the slight scratch of anticipation.

  “I’ll massage,” he gave the word its own special weight, “anything you like, Ipo.”

  He took a step forward and she answered with a half-step back.

  Another step, and he stroked his cock, ending with a sweep of his thumb over the tip, leaving it glistening with pre-cum.

  She bumped up against the bed and a soft, nervous laugh escaped her lips.

  “So?” He reached out and took her hand with his left, as he closed another half of the distance. “Do you want to be top?” He bit into his bottom lip and watched as her eyes darted up to his face. “Or do you want to be bottom when I’m in you?”

  Her breath rushed from her lips as he replaced his hand with hers around the base of his erection.

  She didn’t grab tight. But she held him close. Her skin warm against the aching stiffness of his dick.

  Ku‘uipo gave him half a stroke and the edges of his vision darkened. Having her touch him was a mix of pain and pleasure and he wanted more… so much more.

  Her lips moved, but he couldn’t hear what she was saying.

  Closer. He moved closer, leaning in to listen to what she had to say.

  Ku‘uipo licked her lower lip and set her hands on the bed behind her. Even as tall as she was, the bed was an antique and the frame stood higher off the floor than most. It took a little hop to get up on the bed, but she knew she’d look ridiculous if she tried and slipped back to the ground.

  Turning and climbing up on top wouldn’t exactly be sexy either. And she wanted to look sexy for him.

  She wanted to be sexy in his eyes.

  “Come here.”

  His hands settled on her hips and he slanted a kiss over her lips, tipping her head back and pressing his hot length against her belly.

  She gasped and his tongue slid in, tangling with hers.

  Ku‘uipo hadn’t had much experience with something like this. Before, she’d shy away from the sensation of having someone else’s tongue in her mouth. It all seemed so strange.

  But this felt like a caress.

  And the way his body felt against hers, hard planes and muscles, made her weak in the knees and eager for wha
t was coming.

  She turned the tables on him. Lifting her hands to his shoulders, digging her fingers into his skin, she turned the tangle of their tongues into a dance.

  And she was taking the lead.

  Her nipples pressed against his chest. Her breasts squeezed against him as he held her tight.

  She liked the power of tasting him, teasing him, and stealing his breath, but she ached for more.

  Needed him deep, down, between her legs.

  Wanted.

  “I want you.”

  The words sounded foreign to her, or maybe it was the voice that echoed deep within her ears. She dropped her chin down when she realized what had happened.

  It was her voice.

  Her admission.

  And the chance for him to turn her down.

  “Sweetheart.” She loved to hear him talk. “Ipo, look at me.”

  She had to.

  And when she did, she felt heat rush through her body at the dark heat in his gaze.

  “I want you, too.”

  A moment later she was in shock, breathless, and sitting on the high mattress of the bed. The height might have been odd if she was taller, but even though she was almost as tall as Efrain, the elevation of the bed left her eye to eye with him.

  His hands strayed from her waist, tracing the curve of her hips until he drew his hands over the tops of her thighs so he could spread her legs open.

  Efrain stepped between her legs and she was left gasping for air. It felt like her body was cradling his, drawing him closer. He kept his hands on her thighs, kept her spread open to him, pressed tightly against him.

  She watched him carefully, looking at his face as he bathed in her heat, his eyes drifting closed. His fingers pressing into her flesh, his jaw clenching.

  “Baby?”

  Ku‘uipo nodded her head, before realizing that he couldn’t see her non-verbal reply.

  “Yes?”

  “I’m trying so hard to hold on,” his voice was strained, heavy.

  “You can hold on to me.”

  “I am, sweetheart. I’m trying to be patient.”

  She reached out and set her hands on his chest.

  He hissed out a breath. “You feel so good.”

  Ku‘uipo lightly skimmed her palms up over his abs, felt the slight scrape of his nipples against her skin.

  “Babe, please…”

  She traced her fingers up along his sternum and followed the muscle up the center of his chest, curving toward his collarbones. “You’re so beautiful, Efrain. Like a work of art. A sculpture made of muscle and bone.”

  His hips curled forward, pressing him tighter into her body, drawing a moan from both of their throats.

  “And I don’t think I want you to be patient.” She said the words but her heart trembled a little. She’d been with one man before him and that was more like curiosity and affection, but this… this need she had to feel him inside of her was like the need to breathe. “Show me what it’s like to be loved by you. To have you deep inside where I can remember you forever.”

  His eyes flew open and he looked into her eyes so intently that she wasn’t sure she could ever look away.

  “You make it sound like this is going to end, Ipo. Like you think I’m going to bury myself inside you and walk away.”

  She wanted to be brave and say she could handle it, but it was a lie. It would be a lie if she could say a word at all. All she wanted was the comfort of his touch.

  “That’s not going to happen, Ipo. I’m not that kind of man. And you,” he lifted a hand and smoothed the backs of his fingers against her cheekbone, “aren’t that kind of woman.”

  “You don’t live here,” the words came out before she could stop them, “and you don’t even live on Oʻahu. You’re stationed there. You’re going to leave.”

  He wrapped her in his arms and held her tight. “I’m going to go on missions, sweetheart. I’ll be away sometimes, even months on end, because that’s what I signed up for, but make no mistake.” She felt him shift against her and it felt like every cell in her body was alive and awake, vibrating with energy. When he whispered in her ear, it sounded like his voice came from inside of her. “This is only the beginning, Ku‘uipo. You’re the woman I was meant to find in this crazy world. Let me love you tonight, baby. Let me show you what we could be together.”

  And all of a sudden, the big step she was ready to take was suddenly a huge chasm to jump over.

  She was talking about opening herself up to him, giving her body to him in return for a taste of what love could be like. He was offering her… everything.

  “I don’t know.”

  She cringed at the sound of her own words and she saw the pain in his expression.

  “Efrain, I don’t think this could work between us. You think it’s just between two islands, but it’s not that simple. It’s like being on two different continents and my work is going to keep me crazy busy.”

  She felt his energy pulling away from her, but she knew she had to tell him the truth. She owed him the truth.

  “Do I care for you? Yes. Do I want to be with you? Yes! I just don’t know if I can give you the rest of it. I don’t know if I can make you happy with just visits here and there. And the last thing I want to do is to hurt you. Please, can you understand what I’m saying?”

  Efrain wrapped her in his embrace, laid her head down on his shoulder, pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I didn’t mean to scare you like that,” his voice was soft and gentle. “You can see how I earned that name, hmm?”

  She couldn’t help but smile too. It was true. “Once you got on that roll,” she sighed.

  “I just kept going, but Ipo, I’m not asking you to marry me tonight. Neither of us is ready for that, but I want you to know that this isn’t just about sex for me. I don’t just sleep with someone to scratch an itch. I want that connection to someone. To you.

  “But don’t run away from me because you think I’ve got a ring hidden on me.”

  She felt her worries ease and she smoothed her hands over his bare ribs. “You certainly don’t have anywhere to hide it.”

  “You’re welcome to search me,” he held his arms out, baring his body to her gaze, “anywhere you like.”

  She touched him, lightly tracing over his limbs and ending with her hand around his cock. It was heavy in her hand, warm and thick. And with her touch he was rock hard in moments and she felt that tug toward him renew. “I can’t give you my whole open heart, Efrain. I’ve got a whole team of people that need me to be focused on them. I’ve got a responsibility to this place, to the history it represents. And I’m not going to ask you to pretend it’s enough for you, but what I’m offering you is this.

  “To share my bed, my body, for whatever time we have. That’s all.” She drew in a breath and let it out in a slow, controlled sigh. “If you can live with that-”

  He took control of her. His hand on her chin, his other on the back of her head. He kissed her, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, giving her his breath.

  It was a heady sensation and she reveled in it.

  He lay her back down on the comforter and her knees drew up to ease the pressure from her back, her thighs gently pressing against his hips.

  He was hard against her belly, her body cushioning his as he pressed her deeper into the feather-soft mattress.

  When he broke the kiss, he pressed a hand into the mattress near her shoulder and looked down into her eyes as his erection ground into her heat. “I can live with whatever you want, Ipo. What I can’t live without… is you.”

  Her hands moved on their own, clutching at him, searching for the anchor she needed because he’d just thrown her into the deep end.

  He kissed her mouth, brushed his lips back and forth along her chin. Efrain placed gentle kisses to her neck, marked the spot along her sensitive flesh where her pulse rose closest to the surface.

  And just when she felt like she might float away on the warm sensations he wrough
t. His mouth closed over the tip of her breast.

  Her lips parted and stars lit up the edges of her vision. The scratch of his tongue, the soft rasp of his teeth, and the wet pull of his mouth had her rocking against him. His hand paid delicious homage to her other breast, plumping and pinching in turn.

  In the back of her mind where cells continued to function, she moved her hands along his back, his shoulders, and clutched his head when he moved to suckle her other breast.

  “It feels…” she swallowed and arched her head back, pressing her breast deeper into his mouth, “it feels like heaven.”

  Vibrations through her skin made it feel like he was trying to speak but she was helpless to ask him what he was saying. And when his teeth grazed her nipple her hips rose off the mattress to her keening call.

  Sensations.

  Her whole world was sensations.

  Sound. Touch. Vibration. Electricity. Her heart throbbing in her chest and more…

  The heavy nudge of his thumb against her clit, the thick press of a finger into her sex.

  Ku‘uipo tried to hold him close. Tried to caress him, but she was rolled like a wave knocking her into the reef, pulling her under the surface and conscious thought and action were all but lost to her.

  He caressed her and pressed into her, over and over. His hand proving every bit as arousing as the thought of his cock filling her body.

  She couldn’t speak and yet she heard her thoughts echoing off the walls.

  “Yes.”

  “More.”

  “Don’t stop.”

  She turned to see him flip open the wallet he’d tossed along the edge of the bed and pull out a condom.

  Ku‘uipo felt tears of relief on her cheeks as he ripped open the packet with his teeth.

  And when he raised himself up on his knees, leaving her bare skin wet and shivering under his hungry gaze, her heels dug into the backs of his thighs.

  “Be patient, Ipo. Just one more second.”

  And he meant it. Put her out of her misery.

  The instant his hand rolled the condom all the way to the base of his shaft, he fit the head of his cock between her folds and leaned in.