“I’m the only guy allowed near you.” The growl in my voice surprised even me. Possessiveness and protectiveness I had no right to feel reared up in my chest, making me feel like I should have brought along a Sharpie to write my name on her forehead.
The word mine repeated over and over in my head at the mere thought of another man coming close to her. She’d always been mine, but at the same time, she never had been. God, what am I getting myself into?
Elyse chuckled at my declaration, that same hint of mischief sparkling in her eyes as we neared the luau. “Between you and my brother, I’m never going to meet anyone on this damn island. A girl has needs, you know.”
A soft groan escaped my lips before I could stop it. “Yeah, like a drink. Let’s go get the girl a drink.”
Obviously, I knew that wasn’t the need she’d been talking about, but I couldn’t bring myself to acknowledge the other thing. I was skating on fucking thin ice as it was. The last thing I needed was to be thinking about satisfying her needs, or her satisfying them herself.
Of course, as soon as that thought crossed my mind, it was the only damn thing I could think of. Elyse naked, her legs spread as she lay back on her bed. I wondered if she’d tease her nipples softly first or if her hand would dive right down.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I really couldn’t be thinking about this here. My board shorts would be useless at hiding the raging hard-on I’d have if I didn’t stop thinking about it. Think about something else. Anything else.
Thankfully, I was saved by the sight of Mauli approaching us with a huge grin on his face. His eyes darted between us, taking in the possessive hand I had on her back and how close she was standing to me.
I finally managed to let my hand drop and took a step away from her. A band was playing traditional music beside the roaring fires and there were several local girls performing the traditional dances that went along with it.
Elyse had let my failure to acknowledge the actual needs she’d been insinuating at go and was watching the band with rapt attention. Her gaze only tore away from them when she realized the massive Hawaiian man in front of us was coming to talk to us.
“Hey, man,” I said, reaching out to clap my palm against his meaty one. “Please tell me we missed the part of the festivities where you sang.”
His head tipped back as he laughed. “No such luck. Sorry to disappoint you, but I haven’t even started yet. Are you going to introduce me to your friend?”
I shot him a warning look to remind him not to say anything to her, then sighed and flicked a hand from her to him. “Mauli, this is Elyse. Elyse, Mauli. We work together.”
“You work at the pineapple farm, too?” She smiled and extended her hand to shake his. “It sounds like Jordan loves it there.”
“So do I,” he said, ignoring her hand and tugging her into a hug instead. She let out a surprised laugh but wound her arms around his girth and hugged him back. “It’s nice to meet you, Elyse.”
An irrational pang of jealousy speared my gut when I saw him holding her, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. My nostrils flared and my belly warmed. Jesus. Get a fucking grip.
Mauli was the last guy I should have felt threatened by. He was a loyal friend who would never make a move on a girl he knew I had feelings for, whether I’d admitted it to him or not.
“It’s nice to meet you, too,” she said, stepping out of his embrace and back to my side. Air finally filled my lungs again and my tensed muscles relaxed.
“I believe this is your first luau, so welcome. I hope you two crazy kids have fun tonight. If you need anything, just come find me. I’ll be the guy making all the ladies swoon with his voice.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the grin inching up my face. “Thanks, but I’m sure we’ll be okay. Go sing your ballads. I’m going to go track down some ear protection.”
Mauli laughed and Elyse looked between us curiously but didn’t ask. He clapped me on the shoulder, gave me a wink that I took to mean that he approved of her, and then sauntered off.
“What was that all about?” Elyse asked once he was safely out of earshot, threading his way through the throngs of people laughing, talking, and dancing on the beach. “I’m assuming he’s a good singer and you were just teasing him?”
“God no.” I laughed. “He’s not terrible, but he’s definitely not good. He loves singing though, so you’ll hear for yourself later.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” she said, her eyes slipping back to the scene playing out in front of us. “Should we go get that drink now? We were still busy talking about you satisfying my needs, remember?”
“Let’s go get that goddamn drink,” I muttered, my mind immediately jerked back to my less than appropriate thoughts at her teasing comment. “I’m going to need at least three.”
“I’m right there with you.” She chuckled and stuck close to my side as we made our way to the makeshift bar. After we got some beers, I led her away to a quieter spot on the opposite side of the fire from the band.
We sat down on a log and talked shit for about an hour, neither of us really concentrating on what the other was saying. I definitely knew I wasn’t, and if the look in her eyes was anything to go by, it was safe to say she wasn’t either.
I hadn’t done it intentionally, but we’d ended up sitting so close together that our sides were touching. Her mouth was way too close to mine and I could smell the deliciously sweet scent of cocoa wafting from her skin.
A few drinks later, we’d somehow ended up even closer together. If either of us moved any closer, she’d be on, my lap. The air between us was thick with sexual tension, and eventually, she swiped her tongue across her lips and said, “Take me home please, Jordan.”
I nodded, my gaze catching on hers for a beat before I closed my eyes and pulled myself the fuck together. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”
It was also one that I should have had myself. At the very least, I should have moved away from her instead of so much closer. It was too late for that now, though. Taking her home was probably the best thing I could do at this point.
I had to get her away from me if I really did want to keep myself from doing something we were going to regret. The draw I felt to her was borderline fucking irresistible. I’d never been so attracted to a woman in my life, so I had to drop her off and figure out a way to get over this goddamn insanity.
Elyse was quiet on the way back to the Jeep, and I wondered if she was thinking about how close we’d come to crossing the line too. I assumed so, so I didn’t interrupt her thoughts.
If she needed a mental pep talk as much as I did, I had to leave her to it. The silence stretched all the way to her house, until she turned in her seat and opened her door with one hand. “Walk me inside?”
“I was planning on it.” I smiled, but it was tight. God, I wanted her so fucking badly. “Did you have fun?”
She nodded, climbing out of the Jeep without another word. I followed her to her door, already preparing myself for another awkward, sexually charged hug.
When Elyse unlocked her front door though, there was no awkward pause, no moment to think about what we were doing.
She grabbed my hand and tugged me inside after her, then put her hands on my shoulders and marched me back until I hit the door. At the same time, she lifted herself up on her toes to slam her lips against mine, kissing me like she needed me just as fucking badly as I did her.
Chapter 12
Elyse
Jordan kissed like a god. Hands down, by far and without a single doubt, this was the best kiss of my life.
His hands slid into my hair and held the back of my head, his fingers applying just the right amount of pressure to make me feel like he wanted me more than he’d ever wanted anything in my life. It was like he was holding me there and wouldn’t let me go for anything in the world.
Our lips parted at the same time and his tongue didn’t waste any time in getting to mine. His lips were soft and fi
rm, the slight rasp of his stubble on my chin somehow making it even hotter.
Bodies pressed flush together as I leaned against him, I felt him hardening against my stomach. Those board shorts of his really didn’t make it difficult to know what was going on beneath the thin fabric.
The same thing could be said for my dress. It was a light and airy one I’d picked up earlier especially for the luau, and since it was tight enough that I hadn’t needed to wear a bra with it, I was pretty sure Jordan felt my nipples tightening against his chest.
He let out a low, primal groan that rumbled into my chest and made my clit throb. My hips rocked into his of their own accord, my panties drenched and my cleft aching.
I moaned in response, winding my arms around his neck and my fingers tangling into his short hair. I tugged at the soft strands, feeling like I was practically devouring him.
Jordan moaned and his hands slid out of my hair to my hips, his fingers tight on them as he kept kissing me like a man possessed. Our first kiss in more than a decade was definitely living up to my memories about how it used to be with him.
The two of us together was incredible, electric. There was nothing like it. No other man I’d met even came close to him. We were an unstoppable force of nature, driven by the intense chemistry between us.
If Jordan was thunder, I was lightning, and the storm brewing between us was going to blow me apart. Barely leaving my mouth, he whispered between urgent kisses. “Are you sure?”
“Why do you think I asked you to bring me home?” I whispered back, still kissing him and pressing my body as tightly against his as I could. “Are you sure?”
“Fuck yes,” he growled, thrusting his hips to grind his cock into my belly like he was using his hard length to make a point. “Bedroom?”
“Nope, wall.” I needed him way too much to wait for the whole getting naked thing to happen. “Bedroom later.”
“Done.” Jordan flipped us around so my back was against the wall next to the door and reached for the hem of my dress, pulling it up to my waist. My hands were frantic on the tie of his shorts, working the knot free and ripping the velcro open.
The shorts dropped to his feet, and apparently, he’d gone commando because the next thing I felt was his searing hot flesh against my fingers. A loud moan fell from my lips as I let my head drop back against the cool wall.
“Fuck. Where the hell is your underwear?”
“No one wears underwear with swim shorts. They don’t dry at nearly the same rate.” His thumbs hooked into my panties and pulled down, leaving my wetness exposed to warm air. Thick fingers slid through my folds, causing us both to make animalistic sounds. “I need to be inside you. Right now.”
He dropped to his haunches, confusing for a split second before I realized he was getting a condom. As an added bonus, he licked right through my slit, sucking my clit into his mouth and making me cry out before he straightened up to kiss my mouth once more.
I was burning up with need, so desperate that I was afraid I was about to come just from kissing him and feeling his body so close to mine. “More, Jordan. Please.”
“I’ve got you,” he whispered, his hands between us as he rolled the condom down his length. As soon as he had it in place, his hands found my thighs and he lifted me up against the wall.
Holding me in place with his hips, his broad head nudged at my entrance. He broke our kiss to meet my eyes, then thrust into me with one sure stroke.
My muscles stretched and strained to accommodate his large cock, squeezing like they were welcoming him home. Jordan and I both screamed out in relief, moving together seamlessly—as if it hadn’t been so many years since we’d last done this.
That was the thing about having sex with him. It was like we were inside each other’s heads, no words necessary to know what the other was thinking or needed. We were two halves of the same whole when we did this, and both of us were shaking with pleasure in what felt like no time at all.
Jordan had always been good in bed. He’d even made me come twice the first time either of us had had sex, the result of a lot of reading in preparation, he’d told me at the time. But now, he was better than good. He was a damn master.
It was tricky, but he managed to hold me up and snake his hands between our tightly mashed together bodies to find my clit. As soon as he did, I was a goner.
My climax slammed into me with the strength of the damn plane that had flown me across the ocean to him, my muscles straining as I, just as I’d expected, came apart in his arms. Jordan watched me with his features contorted into the sexiest mask of pleasure, then shuddered against me as he found his own release.
One of the things I loved about having sex with him was how vocal he was. The moans, groans, growls, and, when he was in the mood, the dirty talk. Jordan wasn’t quiet and neither was I. It had been damn inconvenient at times because we’d literally had to clap our hands over the other’s mouth a bunch of times, but damn did I love hearing how good I made him feel.
He let out a long, low moan as he came, interspersed with several curses and my name. My belly clenched, my need far from sated besides just having had the best orgasm I’d had since the last time I’d been with him.
“Bedroom,” I breathed into his ear when we were coming down from our respective highs. Jordan’s erection was deflating, so I was guessing he felt the same way I did. “If you’re up for it.”
His lips curled into that sexy smirk. “I’m up for making you scream so loud, the whole fucking island will know my name while you come on my tongue.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal.” I grinned and wiggled to be let down, then wound his fingers around mine and led him to my bedroom.
Neither of us bothered with switching on a light. There was a full moon, so there was plenty of ambient light in the bedroom to see by.
“God, I can’t wait to see what’s under that dress,” he said when we came to a standstill next to my bed. He was still naked from the waist down and quickly reached up to tug his T-shirt over his head, leaving him finally, fully bare.
My eyes nearly fell out of my head. Even in the limited light, I could see every ridge and valley of his abs, the defined lines of the muscles in his arms and legs. It turned out that he did have more tattoos.
On the same side as the sleeve, there was a dragon breathing fire across his ribs and a trail of stars leading up from his hipbone. Later, I planned on exploring every one of the works of art that decorated his tanned skin, but right now, my mind was on other things.
When his T-shirt hit the floor, Jordan reached for the hem of my dress and paused, asking for silent permission to remove it. I nodded, lifting my arms helpfully.
With no bra on and my panties lying somewhere in my entrance hall, I was now fully naked too. Jordan’s sharp intake of breath sent a tingle running through me.
“Fuck, I’d forgotten just how perfect you are.” He took a step closer to me, his mouth so close to mine that we were breathing the same air. One of his hands reached for the one small tuft of hair on my mound and tugged. “I like this.”
I moaned and rocked my hips into his hands. “So do I.”
“I can see that.” He smirked and did it again. “What do you want first, my fingers or my mouth?”
My breathing sped up, my clit already hardening again. “Both.”
A wide grin spread on his lips, but his green eyes were dark with heat. “So that beautiful pussy of yours is still as greedy as she always was, huh?”
“Oh no, she’s much worse.” My thighs clenched together, but I forced my legs to unlock and moved back until my knees hit the bed and I lay down. Jordan wasn’t surprised, nor did he react at all except for climbing onto the bed with me.
It was like we were attached by an invisible string, our movements so synchronized, so perfectly in tune that it wasn’t possible to be two separate people. Jordan’s hands landed on my knees just as I started spreading them, his head already lowering to plant kisses on my thighs.
“No teasing me tonight. Please, Jordan.” I was practically panting already.
He looked up and flashed me a devilish smirk. “I’m not teasing. I’m getting reacquainted. Give me a fucking minute.”
I rolled my eyes and let my back hit the mattress, hanging onto the sheets while he kneaded my thighs and trailed kisses from one of my hipbones to the other. By the time he finally got to actually getting reacquainted with my intimate parts, I was mindless with need once more.
Thankfully, he didn’t make me wait much longer after that. He licked and sucked me with the perfect amount of pressure, increasing it at the exact moment I needed him to. His long fingers pumped into me rhythmically until I shattered around them, screaming Jordan’s name just like he’d promised I would.
He brought me back down slowly, almost lovingly. When my eyes finally blinked open, he was smiling at me. “Fuck, I’ve missed that.”
“So have I.” I sat up and pushed him down by his shoulders, finally ready for that inspection of his ink that I’d been dying to do. Jordan’s cock was hard and ready, his tip already glistening again. But he’d made me wait to get reacquainted, so now he would have to deal with the same thing.
“Just for the record, I knew my turn would come,” he said, proving my point that while we were having sex, it really was like we were in the other’s heads. “Do your worst, Ellie. I’m ready for you.”
He was, but even Jordan couldn’t hold out forever. Eventually, his hips were making these little thrusts into nothing but air and he was writhing beneath me before I lifted my mouth off him and straddled him.
After sheathing his length with another condom, I sank down and lost myself in the sea of sensation of being with Jordan. I lost track of the amount of times we joined together for the rest of the night.
We drifted off to sleep, woke up with soft kisses, and went another round of something before going back to sleep again. It was magical, our own little bubble of Nirvana where no one could touch us and we belonged together.
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