Rolling in the Deep: Hawaiian Heroes, Book 2 (22 page)

“I’ll show you what I got,” he rumbled. “And then I’m gonna give you one and only one chance to run, wahine. And you better take it, or I’ll have you, every way I can think of. Because I’m done fighting this.”

Then he kissed her. Fast and hard, like he had before.

He nudged her mouth open and slid his tongue inside. The pressure of his kiss increased until he had her back against the pole, and he was devouring her like a starving man, his tongue tangling with hers, their teeth banging. She hardly noticed that—oh, he tasted even better than she remembered. She wanted to kiss him for days.

His huge arms were shaking, as if he were fighting the urge to grab her. As if she wanted a chance to get away. She slapped her hands on his chest, hot and smooth under his tattoos, and ran them down over his abdomen, ridged and powerful, to his narrow waist. Wrapping her arms around him, she held on, digging her fingers into his back, into the hard cushion of muscle under his smooth skin. Her breasts flattened against his chest, she arched her hips, trying to get closer. Closer, hell. She wanted inside him.

He groaned, deep in his chest. Ripping his mouth from hers, he took a deep, shuddering breath and glared fiercely into her eyes.

“This. Is. Your. Last. Chance,” he grated through clenched teeth, his breath gusting damply on her face. “I’m not—holding you.”

“Does it feel like I want to get away?” she demanded breathlessly. “I won’t break, Ho’omalu.”

“Awright den.” His arms closed around her, and he kissed her again, hard, while he pulled her tight against him, and ground himself against her, his erection raking her pubis. Her legs parted weakly, her insides turning to liquid heat.

He turned, carried her a few steps and lifted her against the wall, hauling one of her legs up around his hips while his mouth continued to ravish hers. She moaned into his mouth, and he answered by pulling up her sarong, baring her mons, clad only in the string bikini.

Leaning back, he peered down at her, cupping her mons in his hand, stroking his thumb over the thin fabric that covered it. “Fuck, that’s pretty,” he said hoarsely. “I’m gonna have you with my mouth next time. But now, I gotta get inside you.”

“Yes,” she whimpered, tugging at his shorts.

He dealt with them, his face close to hers, grabbing a swift kiss. “You want it bad, don’t you?”

“I want
you
bad, you big dumb-ass! Hurry, damn you.” She yanked her bikini bottoms down, letting them fall to her feet, and stroked herself, moaning at the sweet relief.

“Ah, Kanaloa. That’s hot, yeah. Keep doing that.” He shoved his shorts down and bent his knees, his powerful thighs levering hers roughly so that she parted helplessly for him. She looked down. His erection rose quivering between them, a questing rod of suffused flesh, immense and dangerous. She could hardly wait. She’d known he was big—had felt how big he was—but seeing him was different.

“My God, you’re huge,” she whimpered, stroking her clitoris. She was so close, so close, but her pussy was empty, quaking with need. “Come inside me, Daniel. Now!”

He used his hand to stroke the broad head between the swollen, wet lips of her labia, and then he froze. “Are you on anything?”

“What? Yes—I’m on the pill.” She forced herself to focus on reality. “But—oh, hell! You have to wear a condom anyway.”

He stroked her again, rocketing temptation through her. “Why? I’m clean, I swear it.”

“You can’t know that,” she said indignantly. “You’ve been with another woman, and recently.”

With a growl deep in his throat, he shoved one hand into the pocket of his shorts and pulled out a small square package. She just had time to register that he’d been carrying a condom around out here as he ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it onto his cock.

Then he thrust. She cried out with shock at the impossibly tight fit, as delicate tissues were stretched to the burning point, with joy as he finally gave her what she’d needed so desperately since the moment she’d met him.

He froze—shaking, a huge, rough man with tattoos, his face a mask of desire. “You want me to stop?” he grated through clenched teeth.

“No!” she shrieked, digging her nails into him. “Ho’omalu, shut up and fuck me!”

With a deep, groaning laugh, he rammed into her again and again, driving himself up into her wet depths. She was spread wide open, riding him helplessly, caught between his impaling penis and the hot steel bands of his arms, his huge hand flattened on her back, holding her for his swift, piston-like thrusts. She was going to have bruises on her inner thighs and probably her back, and she didn’t care.

She was making sounds, high and sweet, floating on the quiet air until, with a muffled curse, he hushed her by covering her mouth with his, swallowing her cries.

Something wild and hot and free overtook her, a tide of suffocating excitement rolling up through her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she surrendered to it, to him, and climaxed with an implosion of intense pleasure that burst outward through her body.

He groaned and thrust even harder. Incredibly, she came again, a second, long, delicious orgasm as he rammed into her, slamming her with his hipbones, his mouth bruising hers, his cock filling her with raw power. The only important thing on the island, in the whole world, was him inside her, too hard, too big—perfect.

He came with a deep, rumbling shout that began in the depths of his chest and burst out of his throat. At the last second, he buried his face in the curve of her throat, his teeth raking her skin.

He arched in her arms, heat pulsing within her. Then he slowly relaxed, leaning into her, breathing hard, warm as a sun-kissed wave, his skin damp with sweat.

When he finally lifted his head, his eyes were heavy, his mouth soft and damp from her kisses, his high cheekbones stained red under the tattoos. He stared down at her, the only sound his breathing as his great chest worked against her breasts.

She tried to speak and couldn’t. His nostrils flared; one heavy brow lifted. “Well, you got what you came for, yeah?”

She closed her eyes. She should have known better than to expect sweet nothings. “Yeah, so you can put me down, moke.”

“Put you down?” Her heart, which had sunk at his question, rose again. “You think it’s over that fast? Oh, no, wahine. Hell, we’re just getting started.” Holding her against him, he reached out and pushed his front door open and carried her inside, her bikini bottoms still hanging off one of her ankles.

Leaving the door open behind him, he squatted and laid her on the soft, woven rug, coming down on top of her in a crouch, with her legs draped over his powerful thighs, still inside her. The soft light of the cloudy day limned him in silver, a tropical warrior statue come to life, male incarnate.

He lifted up enough to look down at her breasts, and at the expression in his hooded eyes, she shivered, her nipples standing up as hard as berries.

She was still full of him, dazed and delighted from two orgasms such as she’d never experienced before, raw from his possession, and yet he had the power to make her pussy contract with renewed desire.

He flicked her a gaze filled with masculine smugness. “I felt that. You like having your tits handled? Sucked and licked?”

“Yes.” She did, and the thought of his hands and mouth on her made her want to whimper.

“Good.” He grabbed the tie of her bikini top and pulled. The bow untied, but nothing happened. One of his heavy brows quirked upward, and she laughed breathlessly.

“You have to undo the fastener.” She didn’t want to let go of his broad, smooth shoulders to do it. She loved having her hands on him. His skin was damp satin, covering the massive swell of his muscles, working under his skin as he moved. She held raw power in her grasp, inside her pussy. She’d never felt so ravished, and she loved it.

He found the hidden clasp and flicked it open, then pushed back the scanty pieces of fabric. They fell into her armpits, leaving her breasts bared to him. As he looked down at her breasts, his cock twitched inside her and began to swell.

“I felt that,” she said. “You like my breasts?”

“Oh, yeah,” he growled. “Big and firm and soft, like your pretty ass. And white—no tan here. Makes you look more naked.”

He cupped them in his hands, squeezing and hefting them, his gaze flicking up to hers as he fondled her. Then he squeezed her nipples between his thumbs and the sides of his forefingers and rolled them roughly. It hurt a little, but more than that, it felt good. Claire whimpered, arching her back into his touch as pleasure shot through her.

“Harder,” she pleaded. “Harder, Daniel.”

He obliged and then bent his head to her, pulling one into his mouth and suckling her, his tongue working her nipple roughly. The hot, wet caress was so delicious she clasped his head in her hands, holding him to her breast as she arched her back. The movement worked his penis inside her, and she began to move under him, begging him with her body to have her again.

He moved his mouth to her other breast, using his hand on the wet nipple he’d already tasted, squeezing her, working her nipple with his palm. She writhed under him, lifting her legs to dig her heels into his back. “Oh,” she moaned. “Oh, Daniel. Fuck me, please. Do me again now.”

He refused, biting at her nipple and then suckling it until she took over, riding him until she began to come again, whimpering his name.

She went limp, her arms falling back on the carpet beside her head, her eyes closed.

“Wake up,” he said roughly, slapping her ass with his big, rough palm. “My turn.”

“You missed your turn,” she managed.

“Oh no. My terms, remember?” He pulled out of her and then woke her out of her haze of completion, flipping her over on the rug. Her eyes flew open as he spanked her ass again, the sound loud in the quiet air.

“Ow,” she protested, glaring at him over her shoulder. What she saw turned her protest to a sharp breath of excitement. A huge, naked man, his black braids falling over one shoulder, kneeling behind her, his cock jutting out at her, engorged and glistening. “Get up on your hands and knees,” he commanded, ripping open another condom. How many of them did he carry around, for Pete’s sake?

Feeling like a compliant female of long ago, she pushed up on her hands and knees, arching her back defiantly. The position thrust her ass at him, and he took swift advantage, kneeing her legs apart and moving between them. He pulled her back against him, his penis prodding between her wet, swollen labia. With one swift movement, he thrust home, deep inside her, clear to her throat, it seemed. His huge hands dug into her hips. She cried out in pain, shock and excitement.

“Wanted to do this to you since the first damn minute I saw you,” he told her as he held her there, open, helpless against his strength and intent, his hips slamming into her, slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust, the sound a loud counterpoint to the velvet rumble of his voice. “Wanted you just like this, with your pretty ass sticking out at me, inviting me to take you any way I want, anywhere I want. As hard and as often as I want.”

She whimpered. Oh God, she was sore, but she wanted it. Wanted his hands with their bruising grip on her soft hips, holding her so he could have her there, right in the doorway with the hot sun streaming in behind them. Wanted his cock slamming into her. Even wanted his thumb, rubbing wetness up the crevice of her ass, teasing her where no other man had touched her. Well, he was certainly getting a great view. It was just like him to think he could touch it. She opened her mouth to tell him not to, but he spoke.

“Have you ever had a man in your okole?” he asked, thrusting harder, swirling his thumb around the tight ring of muscle so there was no doubt which opening he meant. She shook her head, and he grunted. “Good, then I’ll be the first.”

Her eyes flew open to contradict him, but instead she gasped as he slid one big hand around her to cover her mons, his finger working her clitoris with knowing precision.

“I could fuck you fo’ days,” he said hoarsely. “Oh, yeah. You’re so tight. So fucking hot.”

His words sent naughty pleasure clenching through her again. Oh, she was a wicked slut, but all the sensation was too much for her overloaded nerve endings, because it was him. She came again, even as he stiffened and began to pump into her again.

Oh God, she was so hot, so pretty, so fucking perfect. He’d screwed up bad this time. Because he was never going to be able to get enough of her.

As Daniel pulled out of her, sinking back on his heels, Claire twisted, peering at him through a tumbled lock of blonde hair, like some barely tamed female creature. That slumberous blue gaze sharpened.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, her voice husky. “Second thoughts already?”

Irritated by her unerring guess, he looked her over, his gaze deliberately possessive as she sank onto one hip, her long legs curling gracefully to one side. Her breasts hung like ripe fruit, her nipples red, swollen buds—from his mouth, his hands. The little triangle of blonde curls on her mound was damp with sweat and her arousal. He fucking loved the tan line from her bikini, the way her ass cheeks and her breasts were so white against the toasty gold of the rest of her.

Even after coming his brains out twice, she still made his mouth water. He wanted to lay her on her back and open her thighs, smell and taste her, play her with his hands, lick and bite her. She’d be as soft and wet and succulent as a fresh oyster.

“I don’t have second thoughts,
pūpū
. Once I make up my mind, it’s full speed ahead. Think you can hang on?”

She pushed her hair back, the silky strands falling over her bare shoulder. Her gaze holding his, she laughed breathlessly. “I don’t seem to have had any trouble so far, Ho’omalu.”

No, she hadn’t. And that scared the hell out of him. He covered it up with a sensual threat. “Oh, that was just the first course, keiki. And you’re on the menu for dinner.”

She sucked her lower lip in, then let it slide through her teeth, full and pouting. She smiled, looking bashful and intrigued at the same time. “Oh, yeah? I can’t wait.”