And then he was kissing her again. She groaned into his mouth as his tongue ravished hers. She wanted to feel his tongue any-and everywhere on and in her body, but that would have to wait. The heat coursing through her veins demanded release before it turned her inside out. It felt like life and death. Or something even more serious.
She grabbed at his shoulders, smoothing her hands over the wide expanse as she remembered how his body had rippled and flexed, much like the ocean she had been staring at earlier. The push–pull motion of the sea. That’s what she wanted to feel inside her. Kye inside her. No doubts. No regrets.
He looked down at her, dark eyes glittering in a face tight with need. “It’s going to be hard and quick, Yard. I’ll make it up to you later.”
She frowned up at him. “Quick and hard is what I need, Kye. Hurry!”
He flexed her knees against his shoulders and scooped a hand under her butt to lift her to the right angle and then he was pushing down. Her body tingled and burned in response to being filled, but even that was not enough.
She reached down and grabbed his ass, pulling him even tighter against her.
The hunger in his movements created a delicious friction, her body pulsing with every shift of muscle and cock. She closed her eyes, the better to just feel.
As he pounded into her she began to see him dancing behind her closed lids. The undulations now punctuated by thrusts of his cock that lifted her butt higher and harder against him. It was all that she had been feeling as she watched him move, and more. This was only for her, and him.
Suddenly he was holding her hips and thrusting into her with everything in him. Her head made little squeaky noises against the floor but she didn’t care. His breath came quick and sharp between his teeth. She held her breath, holding on against the moment that pleasure spun her out over the edge, away from everything safe and secure and known.
And then she dropped, spiraling through an ecstasy as powerful and blissful as the man above her.
He came with her, grunting his pleasure into her ear as he slammed himself into her and held there, pumping out every drop into her.
They lay in silence for some time. The moonlight spilled in from the double doors open onto the night. She had no idea where they were, who lived here or might have heard them. Gradually, she realized that she could hear music and laughter, and smell roasted pork. Below it all was the hiss and roar of the ocean. They hadn’t gone far from the party. In fact, they were on full view to anyone who might happen past the doors. But she no longer cared.
She closed her eyes, shutting out the world beyond them.
Kye’s body, heavy and sated, sprawled across hers. This was paradise. If anyone didn’t understand what had just happened between them, she felt sorry for them.
*
“What’s this? Tears?” Kye was leaning over her, moonlight spilling its pearly luster over his bronzed shoulders.
“Don’t be crazy.” She playfully batted his hand from her cheek and sat up on the floor. “I don’t cry. I never cry.”
He rolled up into a seated position, spread his legs, and then pulled her in between them, her back to his chest as they gazed out on a night grown quiet after the dispersal of sleepy guests. He wrapped both arms around her to hold her close as he kissed her neck.
She folded her hands over his muscular arms, hugging his hug. “I want…” Lord, this was hard. But maybe she’d done harder things. “I want to learn what you need to make you love me.”
Something moved in his chest, something less than laughter but more than a growl. And then he was turning her to face him. And he was smiling. “Ma‘ane‘i No Ke Aloha, Yardley.”
She strained to see his expression in the dark. “You said that to me before, on New Year’s Day. What does it mean?”
He used a thumb to brush away her non-tear. “Love is here and now.”
“Oh.”
His aloha smile turned dangerously hot. “Nou No Ka ‘I‘ini.”
“So I want to know that means…?”
“Let me show you.”
*
“Since I totally deserted my tutu’s birthday party before the cake, could you make it clear to my grandmother that your interest in me is deeper than lust?”
Kye was scooping cereal into his mouth. It was sunrise in what Yardley had learned was his grandmother’s beach house. Amazingly, his grandmother had not come home last night.
Yardley smiled, feeling the expression slip and slide across her face as if she’d had too much to drink—drunk in love with Kye. “Why would I do that?”
“She worries. She says all that women see when they look at my pretty face is a good time. I’m a beefcake bimbo. She’s says that the reason I haven’t married is that women ogling me, like last night, have ruined me for a serious relationship.”
“Maybe she’s right. I was in total ogle mood last night.”
He looked at her darkly over his coffee cup. “What about this morning?”
“You’re fishing for compliments? You are so vain.”
He shrugged smugly. “I know what you think.” And he went back to drinking his coffee.