“Yep.”
Steve chuckled, then his expression turned sober, almost uncertain. “You know, Kay. We should probably talk about last night.”
“No.” She shook her head firmly. “It was great. Incredible, even, which would explain why maybe some things were said that probably shouldn’t have been.” She ran her thumb around the edge of the cup, contemplating her next words.
“It’s not that simple, Kayla.”
She raised her chin a notch. “Yes it is. We have one more day, Steve. Please don’t start something we both know you can’t finish.”
“What?” he snapped.
She inwardly flinched at the anger and hurt flaring from his eyes. Opening her mouth, she started to speak, but the words died in her chest with his next remark.
“Damn it, Kayla! Stop assuming you know what I’m about!”
She stared in shock as he stormed from the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
What the hell just happened?
* * * *
Steve paced on the deck, a towel he’d found on the way out wrapped around his waist. He’d been so pissed, he hadn’t even thought to get his pants before stomping out of the bedroom like a damn child.
What other reaction did he expect her to have? He’d all but told her he loved her last night, now this morning, she was running, putting up those damn walls again.
For the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to do. If he told her he loved her, would it push her away? Should he give her more time? He was afraid once they left here, he’d be lucky if he could get her to talk to him, much less have a relationship.
Things would probably return to the way they were before—the occasional nod of hello.
Damn. What the hell was he supposed to do now? Maybe, he should call Nick. Or at the very least Jordan. Now wasn’t that a kicker—the womanizer, Steve, asking advice about women from a gay guy. His best friend would have a fucking field day with that one.
“Steve.”
He turned at the sound of Kayla’s soft voice. She stood behind him, his shirt from last night hanging almost to her knees. She gripped her hands in front of her, twisting the fingers of her right hand. God, what he wouldn’t give to see her like this all the time; dressed in his shirts, her eyes still full of morning sleep, her hair a sexy mass of waves. His chest tightened with the love he wanted so desperately to shout out.
“I’m sorry,” they both replied in unison.
They smiled at each other, the tension broken for the moment.
“I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions, Steve. It’s just…”
“I know, Kay. Between my reputation and your history with your dad, it’s understandable, I suppose.” He shrugged, his lips lifting in a slight grin. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
“Let’s just make the best of the time we have left. Okay?”
For a moment, he was silent, his lips pursed in thought. He glanced at her nervous eyes, her expectant expression. He had one more night. A few more hours to make her love him. Would it be enough?
“Okay,” he finally agreed, with a smile. “But tonight, we do my fantasy.”
She grimaced, her nose wrinkling in the most adorable manner. “Why do I have a feeling I should run for my life?”
Steve laughed. “Sweetheart, if you can handle last night and not flinch, tonight will be a breeze in comparison.”
“Really?” she asked, her eyebrow arching.
Steve stepped forward and tugged at the top button of her shirt, popping it undone. “Really.”
Her sexy, blue eyes glanced down at his fingers and a small smile curved her lips. Peeking at him through her lashes, she purred seductively, “Just what do you think you’re doing, Captain?”
His finger moved lower, lightly skimming the soft flesh between her breasts before undoing the next button. “I wanted to talk to you about something. I think now might be as good a time as any.”
“What?” she asked.
“Your purse fell this morning and your birth control pills spilled out.”
Her eyes widened slightly, and her lips formed a silent O.
“I get tested regularly for HIV. Matter of fact, you’re the first woman I’ve been with since I was tested a couple of months ago.”
“Well, now that it’s been brought up. I get tested too, and I’m all clear.” She licked her lips, and Steve’s cock twitched in response. “Are you telling me this because you want to forgo the condoms? Do you ask this of all the women you’re with?”
Steve lifted his hand and gripped her chin, forcing her uncertain gaze to his. “You would be the first woman I’ve ever taken without a condom. You’re the first woman I’ve ever wanted to.”
Her face flushed, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Is that a line, Captain?”
“Absolutely not,” he replied firmly.
After a second, she gave a small nod. Steve kissed the tip of her nose as he gripped the edges of his shirt. “You have on entirely too many clothes.”
Her lips quirked playfully. “One shirt is too many clothes?”
“Yes,” he growled and tugged at the third button. “Especially when I’m dying to see that gorgeous body of yours spread out on that table.”
She looked over her shoulder, then turned to face him with a heart-stopping smile. “That table?”
“Yes, ma’am. That very table.”
Slowly, he walked her backward until her hips hit the edge. She moaned and grabbed the towel he had around his waist. With one tug, she removed it and tossed it somewhere across the deck.
Her fingers circled his hard cock, gently squeezing, and he drew in a harsh breath. “I like it when you do that,” he whispered against her lips, his tongue softly tracing the edge, teasing her.
He’d wanted to keep it at least a little slow, but the second his lips touched hers it was all he could do to keep from devouring her.
*
Kayla opened her lips, anxious for the sweet invasion of his tongue. God, the man knew exactly how to kiss, how to make her combust into flames with the slightest brush of his hands. His fingers parted the shirt, exposing her aching breasts to his hungry touch.
The second his fingers flicked across her hard nipples, she groaned, arching her back. Wetness pooled between her legs, and she fought the urge to squeeze her thighs together and appease the ache growing there. Damn, she wanted him. Her pussy throbbed with the need to feel him plunging his thick cock into her, his ample girth stretching and filling her. She’d never met anyone in her life that could make her so hot so fast.
“Steve,” she growled, her impatience building by the second.
His strong hands gripped her ass and lifted her to the table. Shoving the shirt down her arms, he pushed her to her back and settled between her legs.
“Yes,” she sighed, but he made no move to enter her.
She could feel his shaft twitching against the opening to her vagina, and she squirmed, silently begging him to put her out of her misery.
“Patience, minx,” he mumbled against her breasts, his tongue tormenting one nipple before moving to the other.
She undulated beneath him, desperate now for the feel of his hard shaft. She could hardly breathe she wanted him so badly.
“Damn it, Steve,” she growled and dug her fingers into his soft hair.
He moved lower and rubbed his stubble-covered chin across her clit. “Oh, God,” she screamed, so close to climax she could taste it.
“I said, patience,” he barked against her thatch of hair.
The command in his voice only accentuated her desire. He sounded so fucking sexy. Spreading her labia, he softly blew against her and she groaned with the beginning throbs of her orgasm. Oh, God. She was going to come, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
“Such a beautiful pussy.” His tongue dipped into her channel and she thought she would explode. “So sweet. Do you know what I want to do to this pussy, Kay?”
“Wh
at?” she gasped. “Tell me.”
“I want to eat it, lick at its juices.”
Her chest rose and fell in short pants with each phrase he uttered.
“Then bury my cock in it balls deep.”
His teeth slowly nibbled a path back up her body. All the while the head of his impossibly hard rod teased the opening to her sex.
“Yes,” she sighed.
“Would you like that, Kay? Would you like me to fuck you?”
“Oh God, yes.”
Standing straight, he hooked her legs over his shoulders, then plunged deep into her pussy. She screamed as her muscles spasmed and clenched at his cock. He pulled out, then drove in again, his thrusts relentless, his size overwhelming.
Every inch of her body tensed as her release hit with a vengeance. She pulsed over and over, her head swam with the heady feeling of him thrusting into her harder and deeper. Moving his hands beneath her ass, he gripped her tight and held her immobile as he pummeled her harder still.
Her breasts bounced with his efforts and she reached up to squeeze them, her fingers pinching her nipples.
“Oh, fuck yeah, Kay,” he growled.
She opened her eyes and saw him watching her hands. She squeezed again and ran her palms around her nipples, making them stand out hard and firm. The muscle in his cheek bunched and his eyes narrowed. The exertion of holding back evident in his face. Moving her hand lower, she brushed across her engorged clit and gasped.
Oh, God, that felt good.
Steve’s eyes glowed with a hunger she’d never seen before as she moved even lower and touched were his cock moved in and out of her. He slowed, allowing her to feel his wet shaft as it plunged then retreated.
“Feel that baby?” he groaned, his eyes glued to her exploring hand. “Feel how I fill you. How good we are together.”
They did fit good together, she acknowledged. So damn good. Her juices coated her fingers as she moved back up and circled her clit.
“God, damn, that’s hot,” Steve rumbled. “Taste yourself, Kay. Put your finger in your mouth a suck your juices while I make you come.”
She complied. The musky, sweet taste was a surprise as she slipped her finger in her mouth and sucked. True to his word, he pounded harder, and to her amazement she exploded again—stronger than the last time. Throwing her head back she screamed loudly until Steve collapsed on top of her, his mouth swallowing her remaining sighs.
Chapter 8
Spreading her towel on the hot sand, Kayla looked up at the blue sky. There wasn’t a cloud anywhere and the afternoon promised to be a scorcher. Grabbing her sunscreen from the bag at her side, she sat on the towel and began to smooth the cream on her legs and arms.
A waiter walked by, and she waved, getting his attention.
“Yes, ma’am?” he asked with a smile.
“Could I get a strawberry daiquiri, please?”
“Of course. I’ll be right back.”
“Thank you.”
With a sigh, she closed the sunscreen tube and dropped it into the sand beside her. Steve had gotten a call from the maintenance hangar and had taken a taxi to the airport. Placing a kiss to her cheek, he’d told her he’d catch up to her later.
If she were honest with herself, the time alone is what she needed right now. She needed to distance herself, to remind her heart that nothing would come of this relationship. He was a pilot. He would never be home to help with things around the house or kids if they had any.
He was also gorgeous, so there would always be the flirty, young flight attendants looking for their next fling or rich husband. Most of them didn’t care if they were married or not. She’d seen it happen. She wouldn’t be able to handle it if someone stole Steve from her, so it was just better to let him go now.
Her heart ached at the thought. Damn. How did she let this happen? She glanced to her right and noticed Jordan making his way down the crowded beach. He met her gaze and waved before heading in her direction.
It’s all Jordan’s fault, she thought as she watched him. He was the one who talked her into this really bad idea. Who am I kidding? I jumped in full steam ahead. It’s my fault and no one else’s.
As he weaved his way through the throng of people, she admired his muscular chest. It wasn’t thick and bulging like Steve’s but firm and lean. He was definitely toned and fit. She grinned at a couple of women who openly ogled him. Jordan didn’t pay them any attention; he just kept right on going. She shook her head. It was such a waste of a hot male specimen.
But Jordan was Jordan and that would never change.
“Morning, doll,” he said with a smile and spread his towel out next to her.
“It’s afternoon, sweetie, catch up.”
“Is it?” He glanced up at the sky, shielding his eyes from the sun. “Wow, I guess it is. It’s amazing how much time flies by when you’re having fun.”
Kayla cringed. “Please. I’m too sober for the details.”
Jordan laughed and sat down next to her. His fingers brushed across her shoulders, and she looked to see what he was trying to wipe away.
“Your back’s getting a little pink, Hon. Hand me the sunscreen.”
She handed it to him, then closed her eyes as he massaged the cold, wet cream into her skin.
“Those women over there keep staring at you,” she mumbled.
“Please. They’re wasting their time.”
“You’re not really gay, Jordan. You’re just confused. When are you going to accept that?” she teased.
“Honey, I’ve seen you naked. If after that I’m still interested in a man, then I’m as gay as they come.”
Kayla laughed and stared out at a sailboat in the distance, slowly working its way through the turquoise waves.
“Well?” Jordan prodded.
“Well what?”
She stretched out on her stomach, laying her head on her hands. Jordan lay next to her, his head turned so that they faced each other.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“Yeah, I suppose. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I’m just checking. I know I kind of pushed you into this thing with Captain gorgeous ass. Which is going how, by the way?”
Kayla bit at her lip, trying to hide the grin. “Better not let Steve hear you call him that.”
Jordan snorted. “The man is a god and he knows it. And unless I’m mistaken or have recently gone deaf, you never answered my question.”
“Steve and I are having a great time.”
“That’s it?”
She shrugged. Jordan continued to study her, and she squirmed uncomfortably. He was waiting on her to say something else, something she didn’t want to admit. She’d already admitted it to herself and had faced the fact that once they got back she’d have a long road to travel. Alone. Without Steve.
“How did your date go last night?” she asked.
His lips quirked in amusement. “Thought you were too sober for the details?”
Kayla sighed. “I’m trying to change the subject here, Jordan. Work with me.”
He chuckled and rose up to his elbows. “It was nice. We have plans again for later, but he has to work the midnight shift, so it’ll be our last time together.”
“Are you sad?”
He shook his head, his lips pursing in thought. “No. I knew going in it was only a temp thing.” He sighed. “Story of my life.”
She rose up on her elbows and put her hand on his forearm in support. “You’ll find someone.”
“And if I don’t, I still have you.” He grinned. “We’ll be Miami’s answer to Will and Grace.”
She laughed. “You betcha.”
“Your drink, ma’am,” the waiter announced.
Kayla pushed to her knees and took the cool, frozen drink he offered. Taking a sip, she smiled. “It’s perfect, thank you.”
“My pleasure.” He bowed slightly then walked toward another group of people vying for his attention.
“Hey,” Jordan
snapped playfully. “You ordered a daiquiri and didn’t order me one? How could you?”
“I didn’t know you were coming.”
“Well, then you’ll just have to share.”
“Get your own,” she taunted, hiding her smile.
Jordan pointed to the waiter’s retreating back. “He’s already gone.”
Kayla fought a grin. “You’ve got two legs.” Her eyes raked over his hard thighs. “A little on the lean side, but…”
“Lean my ass. I’ll have you know men love my thighs.” He wiggled his eyebrows and slid his palm up the side of his leg.
A giggle escaped, making her choke on the drink. “And here I thought your kind were ass men.”
Jordan snickered and pushed to his knees. Leaning close, he whispered, “Honey, the ass is only part of the package. Myself? I’m a dick man.”
Kayla laughed. She loved joking around with Jordan. He was such a hoot.
“Come on, Kay. Give me a sip of your drink. I need something cold,” Jordan pouted.
“Yeah, and people in hell need ice water,” she teased with a smirk.
Jordan scowled and reached over to poke at her waist, tickling her. She squealed and laughed, holding the drink just out of his reach.
“What the hell is going on here?”
Steve’s deep voice skimmed over her flesh, and she glanced over her shoulder in surprise. He stood behind her, his arms folded across his bare chest, his eyes twinkling in amusement. Jordan grabbed the drink from her hand, and she jerked back around, slapping him on the shoulder. Jordan chuckled around the straw embedded in the frozen drink.
“Am I going to have to send the two of you to your rooms?” Steve asked.
Jordan stuck his lower lip out, his eyes narrowing in an exaggerated snarl. “It was all her fault. She wouldn’t share.”
Steve shook his head. “Jordan, you’re more gay before three than most people are in a week.”
Kayla laughed so hard she actually snorted. She slapped her hand over her mouth, her face heating in embarrassment. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Steve chuckling.
“Did you just snort?” he asked.
She shook her head, her shoulders quaking in silent laughter. “No.”
Jordan waved a hand. “That was nothing. Wait until she really gets going.”
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