Page 51 of His Hawaiian Heart
My attempt at gracefully rising from his lap was met with a giant splash as I teetered backward and landed in the water. Surfacing, I sputtered, laughed, and groaned all at the same time.
Sam wore a worried look as he reached out for me and I shook my head. “I’m good. My thigh muscles just spasmed and reminded me I need to add squats to my workout schedule.”
His eyebrow lifted in the way that turned my nipples into diamonds. “Since when do you go to the gym?”
“If acrobatics are going to be a requirement from my kinky Sir, then I’ll definitely be starting a work-out routine tomorrow even if I have to do exercises in my tent,” I qualified.
Sam slid off the ledge in a far sexier way than I had. “If you’d rather, I suppose we can stick to missionary style to conserve your energy.”
“Over my dead body,” I said, swimming toward him and into his arms when he opened them wide. “Sex is like ice cream.”
“Ice cream?”
“Yes. As much as I love sex and vanilla ice cream, both will always be better when you’re not sure what toppings you’ll be enjoying.” I ran a hand up his slick chest, running a fingertip around his nipple. “Bits of goodies to nibble on, gooey, sticky syrups to lick up, and fluffy whipped cream that fills your mouth. Toss in some cherries, and a nice firm banana”—my free hand dropped beneath the water and found his cock, which I was pleased to discover was already semi-hard—“and you have the most exquisite feast to enjoy.”
“I’m afraid I’m fresh out of cherries, but I can promise you some nuts to nibble.”
I laughed. How lucky could I get? Sam was not only an incredible man, he was definitelynotvanilla and I couldn’t wait to take him up on his offer.
“In that case, Sir, what do you think about lying with me in the ferns and as the sun dries us off, I’ll do my best to getyouoff?”
“I think this just proves once again that not only did you earn that doctorate for being indisputably intelligent, but for beingbrilliantly intuitive as well.” He kissed me as best he could with me smiling, and then guided me once more to lay along the length of his body. “Ready?”
“Ready, willing, and very able,” I said, and once again, he made sure I was safe as we swam away from a place that would always remain magical to me and into the world where I had no doubt more discoveries awaited us both.
Chapter Twenty
Samuel
“Hey.”
“What’s up?” I asked when Kekoa came into my office.
“That’s what I’m wondering.”
That statement had me actually looking up from the report I’d been reading and focusing on him. “What does that mean?”
Kekoa wasn’t smiling which in itself was highly unusual. “Kekoa?”
“It means I can’t figure out why Katrina is currently in the living room chatting with Tutu Harriett.”
“What the fuck!”
Kekoa lifted his hands. “Don’t shoot the messenger.”
“I should be shooting myself. I knew I needed to talk to her but have been putting it off because Sam wanted to handle it on her own.”
“Evidently, Katrina doesn’t wish to be handled.”
“I don’t give a shit what she wishes. This needs to end now.”
I dropped the report I’d forgotten I was holding as I stood. “Let’s get this over with.”
“Want me to run interference?”
I didn’t even consider it. “No, this is my job. But you might want to take Grammy into the kitchen for a cup of coffee.”
He chuckled. “Sure, I can do that, but she’s just gonna bug you until you fill her in on the details. You might as well let her hear the story firsthand.”
