Her Perfect Getaway (7 page)

He stretched over her, his growing
erection against her thigh, and kissed her, stroking her hair back
from her face. She smiled when he broke the kiss to whisper
Japanese words against her throat, his hand sliding down her bare
hip to hook her leg around his. She’d been teasing about the
language, but the foreign words in his accent, his ability to speak
a second language really turned her on. He dragged his mouth across
her chest, murmuring words she was pretty sure she’d heard
before.

“Are you reciting the sushi
menu?”

He stopped mid-kiss and grinned up
at her. “What can I say? No blood left in my head.” He shifted his
hips, gliding his cock against her thigh to prove his
point.

Laughing, she curled her fingers
through his hair and dragged his mouth up to hers. She’d thought
he’d be fun, but never thought he’d make her laugh while he made
her hot. Her giggles ended on a moan when he slid his fingers
between her thighs and over her mound, one finger parting her and
sliding inside, crooking just a little. Her knees fell to the bed
as if he’d flicked a switch, and she pushed against his
hand.

“Inside me,” she
managed.

Instead, he eased down her body,
his chest hair teasing her sensitive skin before he closed his
mouth around her nipple and drew gently. Just when she thought she
might come from the combination of his mouth and his finger, he
shifted lowed, his stubble grazing her stomach and making her skin
jump, his lips traveling the space from her belly button
to—

Everything in her tightened.
“Inside me,” she repeated again, weaker, because, wow, she wanted
to follow this path.

He adjusted himself and curved his
hands beneath her butt, grinning up the length of her body at her.
“I’m going to be thinking about this all day tomorrow.”

A blush heated her face, but then
all shame vanished as he lowered his mouth to her pussy.

She thought she’d come right away,
but he was clever, his strokes bringing her right to the precipice
before easing back and teasing her to an even higher peak. She
squealed in frustration, her fingers wrapped around his wrists so
she wouldn’t give into the desire to guide his head to the precise
position. He chuckled, his breath hot against her tender flesh,
then he lowered his mouth again, broke one hand free of her grasp
and slipped two fingers inside her.

The orgasm, so long building, still
managed to take her by surprise. She felt every cell obliterate,
only to suck back together and demand more. She pushed her hips
against his mouth, and he obliged for an instant before breaking
away to roll on a condom. She was vaguely aware of the whimpers of
need emerging from her own throat as he entered her still-pulsing
body.

“I think they heard you on Kauai,”
he teased, bracing his arms on either side of her head.

“Did I scream?” Her throat did
feel a little raw.

He chuckled. “Did my ego good.” He
lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her, long and deep, before he
began to move inside her.

She glided her hands down his back,
over his butt, feeling the muscles there tense with each thrust.
She rolled with his movements, kissed his shoulders and chest, but
it wasn’t enough.

“I want to be on top.”

He lifted his head to look down at
her. “What?”

“Do you mind? I feel like I’m
just—lying here.”

He pressed a kiss to the side of
her neck. “You are definitely not just lying there.” But he pulled
her hips hard against his and flipped onto his back. “But I’m all
for you on top. Leaves my hands free.”

Suddenly she
wondered at the wisdom of her decision. She would be exposed to his
gaze, and God knew she didn’t have much experience. But he grinned
and slid his palms up her thighs, lifted one hand to toy with her
nipple. She shifted, and he slid deeper.
Oh!
She laced her fingers through
his hand on her leg, her head falling back. Hoping for more of that
sensation, she rolled her hips again and again. He groaned his
approval and lifted his hips into hers. Together they found a
rhythm, straining together, his hands everywhere, her legs, her
ass, her breasts. She curled her fingers into the hair of his chest
as she moved. His hands settled on her hips, guiding her, pushing
into her, driving her.

Everything felt so—much. So much
pleasure. So much power. So much freedom. She moved faster, harder,
until he strained against her, so deep, so hard, and shifted his
touch so his thumb rode the ridge of her clit. She adjusted her
strokes to accommodate his caresses.

“God, Sullivan,
I’m—” And then there were no words, only a long wordless cry as she
climaxed, her body squeezing around him.

His hand tightened on her thigh as
he pushed up, holding himself inside her pulsing body and shouted
with his own orgasm.

Sweaty, her thighs burning, she
dropped to the mattress beside him, one thigh still across his
hips. Before she could catch her breath, he turned to her, cupped
his hand around the back of her head and kissed her. When he
released her, he looked into her eyes a long moment, his expression
unreadable. Then he grinned, slid from beneath her and ducked into
the bathroom to remove the condom.

“I’m going to shower,” he said
from the doorway. “Want to join me?”

“Can’t move,” she murmured, her
face pressed to the pillow.

He returned to the bed and held out
both hands to pull her to her feet. She stumbled into him, naked
breasts to naked chest. He steadied her with his hands on her ass
and drew her with him into the bathroom.

He didn’t let go of her until they
were under the shower, and only then after a long, slow kiss. His
penis twitched against her belly and she drew back to look up at
him.

“What are you,
seventeen?”

“Just very, very motivated.” He
cupped her breast and thumbed her nipple before breaking away and
turning her under the spray.

Her body hummed deliciously as he
shampooed her hair, his fingers moving slowly through the strands.
She returned the favor by soaping her hands and sliding them over
his chest, watching soap bubbles catch in the hair there. Unable to
resist, she kissed his breastbone, eased up to nibble at his
throat, and his penis shifted some more.

“Perhaps we should think about
just taking a shower,” she murmured, backing away.

In response, he turned her so she
faced the tile and guided her hands to brace her against
it.

“We can’t. Condom.”

“Not coming inside you.” He
positioned his cock against her ass, between her cheeks, and glided
up and down. He reached around and added his touch to her swollen
clit, teasing her to ease his touch. “Christ, you’re already
wet.”

“Very very
motivated,” she managed, pressing her forehead to her arm as he
fingered her. She squeezed her buttocks against his erection as he
slid it up and down, and squealed when she felt something cool drip
down the small of her back before his movements quickened, made
easier by whatever he’d added. His breathing quickened as his
fingers did, and he pressed soft kisses to the side of her throat
as he pumped.

The orgasm she wouldn’t have
thought possible moments before ripped through her and she pressed
her ass against him, pinning his cock between their bodies until
she felt hot spurts against her back.

He leaned against her for a long
moment, then eased away to let her turn under the shower and bathe.
They didn’t speak, but he helped her towel off, found her a shirt
to sleep in and led her back to bed. They collapsed, side by side.
She was very aware of his breathing in the dark, evening out beside
her before he fell asleep.

She watched the ceiling fan
overhead for a long time before she followed.

Chapter Five

Elizabeth woke when the bed
bounced. She lifted her head from the pillow and squinted at
Sullivan, who held a bag of something greasy and two paper coffee
cups in a carrier.

“Coffee maker
didn’t work, so I went out and got us some malasadas and
coffee.”

She sat up, untwisting his t-shirt
from around her hips and pushed her hair out of her face. “What are
malasadas?”

“Kinda like
doughnuts with powdered sugar.” He set the cup carrier on the
bedside table and opened the bag with a crinkle of brown paper. He
reached in and drew out a doughy confection.

Despite herself, her mouth watered.
He held it out of her reach, then brushed the pastry over her lips.
Before she could lick the sugar off, he leaned in and did it for
her, his mouth warm and sweet and coffee-flavored. She drew back
just a bit, aware of her morning breath, but he caught her before
she slipped out of the other side of the bed.

“Take a bite.”

“Let me brush my
teeth.”

He released her and settled on the
bed, elbow on her pillow, hip on the mattress next to the little
nest she’d made in the bedding. So sexy. She ducked into the
bathroom and dug her toothbrush out of her bag, brushed, swept his
hairbrush through her hair and cleaned up a bit before opening the
door again. His position hadn’t changed, but he’d spread napkins on
the bed for an impromptu picnic. Sunlight streamed through the
window onto the bed and she glanced at the clock. Six
twenty.

“What time did you get up?” she
asked, sitting on the bed with one leg tucked under her, on the
opposite side of the napkins.

“About ten minutes ago. Maybe
fifteen, now.” He passed her a coffee. “Need cream and
sugar?”

“Looks like there’s enough sugar
on those things.”

He handed her one, and she cupped
her hand beneath to catch the sugar as she bit into it. She
couldn’t stop the moan as the flavor exploded on her
tongue.

“Hey,” he chuckled, tapping the
inside of her knee with his knuckle. “I thought you just made that
sound for me.”

“Depends on which desire I’m
fulfilling.” She winked. “God, I’m going to sink like a stone when
we go snorkeling.”

“That’s why we’re
going to work it off.” He bit into his own malasada with a
wink.

A little thrill rippled through
her belly, wanting to erupt in a giggle. She didn’t giggle, as a
rule. What was this man doing to her?

Feeding her fattening confections
and seducing her. Also things she didn’t indulge in as a rule. But
before she could get her shields back in place, he plucked the
mostly-f coffee cup from her and rolled her beneath him on the
bed.

His mouth was slightly sticky and
incredibly hot, and his fingertips left a sugary trail as he
dragged them up the outside of her thigh. She let her legs fall
apart and he nestled between them, the canvas of his board shorts
rasping her tender skin. He was already hard as he rolled his hips
against her. He slipped his hand under the hem of the t-shirt she
wore, teased her nipple a moment before he slid his hand over her
mound and into her panties. She moaned against his mouth and lifted
her hips against his hand as he slipped a finger inside her, his
thumb flicking over her clit.

He broke the kiss and tugged at the
neck of the t-shirt until he exposed her breast. He rasped his chin
over the sensitive skin before capturing her nipple with his teeth.
Her pussy clasped his fingers and she grabbed his wrist.

“I want to come with you inside
me.”

He rolled to the side, just a
little, untied his board shorts and pushed them down enough to bare
his cock. Their fingers tangled in the bedside drawer as they both
sought a condom.

“Got it,” he grunted, and shifted
again to sheath himself as she managed to get one leg out of the
panties and…

He drove home in one thrust, balls
deep, grinding against her pelvis. She rolled against him. He was
so deep and pressed against everything good.

“So sexy with your clothes still
on,” she gasped, grasping at the hem of his shirt as he pumped into
her. “Like you couldn’t wait to have me.”

“Couldn’t.” He grinned and
captured her wrists, pinning them to the mattress on either side of
her head. “Okay?”

She flexed her hands testingly and
a thrill went through her, tightening her nipples and sending
another gush of wetness to her channel when she realized he was
truly holding her down. She’d never been restrained during sex and
it was more exciting than she could have imagined.

“Okay?” he asked again, stilling
over her.

“Fuck me,” she
gasped, surging into him.

He dragged her hands above her head
and pinned them with one of his, freeing his other to brace against
the mattress. He rose, driving harder into her, his ass flexing
beneath her calves, which she wrapped tighter around him so she
could lift into his thrusts. He slammed his mouth down on hers as
his cock rubbed deep, the friction glorious, until everything wound
around and around the sensation, holding onto it, until it was too
much, the way he felt inside her, over her, holding her down. She
screamed her release, tightening her legs around his hips as he
pistoned into her. His breath came in short hot pants and then he
stilled, pressed against her so she could feel his pulse through
her body. His cock jerked inside her as he came, and he dropped
over her with a heavy sigh.