Page 50 of Come Fly with Me

We jump off a few more times, although each time, Taylor’s hands are holding her breasts instead of my hand, unfortunately keeping that bikini top firmly in place.

After the third jump, we call it done, both of us walking over to our bags and towels on the beach.

“Wanna grab something to eat?” she asks, a huge smile on her face.

My eyes rake over her body. “Do I ever,” I murmur.

She blushes but doesn’t look away, her eyes holding mine as though she’s almost daring me to follow through and just do it.

And it’s in this moment that I see things are changing between us, building to something that feels truly fucking epic. Something that is more than just this insane sexual chemistry we clearly have. It almost feels as though she’s finally starting to trust me, to believe that this thing between us is real. That I want this and her, badly.

It makes my body hum with anticipation, at the thought of what could happen next.

“Jake,” she whispers, as though she knows exactly what I’m thinking, what I’m hoping for.

“Yeah?”

“Food?” she asks, pulling on her shorts.

I grin, leaning over and pressing a kiss to the side of her neck, feeling the hard beat of her pulse beneath her skin. “Yes, sounds good.”

We catch an Uber into the marketplace area and walk hand in hand around all of the food trucks, eventually settling on Tita’s Grill, a truck offering different platters of food, including things like garlic shrimp and fried fish.

After we grab some lunch, we take a seat at the tables set up around the truck and start eating. I realize I’m starving for more than just Taylor’s body; the hike and cliff jumping we’ve spent all morning doing, working up a huge appetite.

We eat in silence, and it’s not until we’re done and Taylor falls back in the chair, licking her fingers, that I finally ask, “So, what’s next?”

She smiles at me. “We could head over to Waikiki,” she suggests. “Or do something else?”

A smile pulls at my mouth as I contemplate suggesting that the something else be us going back to the hotel and spending the afternoon fucking in her hotel room. I’m so tempted to do it because right now, I get the feeling she’d say yes.

Not to mention the whole me being so fucking horny that it’s exactly what I want to do right now.

But…then there’s the whole thing about her starting this. About her making the first move.

So I stand, holding out a hand to her as I say, “Let’s go over to Waikiki.”

She nods, smiling as she slips her hand into mine. We grab a taxi and head over to the other side of the island, the drive taking almost forty minutes, most of which we spend in a comfortable silence, sitting in the back seat of the taxi, my hand resting on her thigh.

When we finally get to the main strip, it’s a stark contrast to the North Shore where we’ve been staying. There are tourists everywhere, the street lined with shops and bars, all of them filled.

“Think we’ll run into the rest of the crew?” Taylor asks as we get out of the taxi.

“God, I hope not,” I reply, taking her hand as I pull her close to me.

We walk the length of the street before crossing to the beach and walking along the sand for the journey back. Eventually though, we come across a place I recognize.

“Oh, we gotta go to Duke’s,” I say, stopping in front of the iconic bar.

“Where?” Taylor asks, confused.

“Duke’s,” I say, pointing toward the huge restaurant and bar that spills out onto the sand.

“Juke’s?” she asks, still confused.

I turn to face her. “Yeah, Duke’s,” I reply. “Have you never heard of it? The place is legendary.”

Taylor laughs. “I have,” she replies. “Only I usually don’t call it Juke’s,” she says, emphasizing the name.

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