Page 12 of Paradise Found
He knew one thing. He was going to do everything he could to encourage her to continue. Before she pulled away, Axel gently circled her wrist.
“I love it when you touch me.”
“Oh, well, um, everything is good now so, yeah.” She tugged her hand away and faced forward, looking embarrassed and cute and perfect.
“You missed a spot, too,” Axel said, pointing to her nose while declaring a shameless lie. She was about to lower the visor to check the mirror. He reached over to stop her.
“Here, let me,” he said while grazing a finger under her chin to turn her head gently.
He repeated her actions, moving over her forehead and down her nose. She laughed at his expression of concern. That, and the thrill of her skin’s softness, shot blood down south. His dick was as erect as the car’s gearshift.
He gently grazed a thumb on her lower lip. He watched in fascination as her eyes closed and she sighed. Axel grunted in approval when she leaned her cheek into his palm.
Finally, after fantasizing about it from the moment she walked into his life under a canopy of flowers, he wrapped a hand behind her neck to entangle his fingers into the thick, black strands.
“Can I kiss you? Oleanna, will you let me kiss you?” he asked in a hoarse whisper.
Her answer was a shaky breath and a slow nod.
His body’s response was so powerful, it took everything to control the heat, the urgency, the lust coursing through him. Axel shifted his body to face her and grazed his lips against her mouth, snagging their fullness and eliciting the sexiest moan. He tried to start slowly, his firm lips coaxing her to relax, to surrender.
A delicious flick of her tongue and a slight nibble of her teeth transformed the energy between them. He stopped, pulled back to check her eyes, and found a world of permission in them.
Axel and Oleanna crashed the way a wave crashes on rock—violently exploding till one entity fully encompassed the other. Their tongues joined greedily, sucking and relishing with desperation. The delicious heat of her mouth, the soft whimpers of desire, the feel of her back against his forearm, and the smoothness of her thigh against his other palm delivered more erotic passion than he ever experienced. Her hand discovered his thick ridge and palmed the base firmly.
“Oleanna, that feels amazing.You’reamazing,” he mumbled while kissing down her neck and surrendering to the intoxicating aroma of her skin. “How do you taste this good?”
One hand continued to rub his groin while the other, clasping his head into her neck, tugged at his hair’s thickness. “I taste like sunscreen.” She giggled.
“And sunshine and coconut,” he moaned, continuing to lick and nip lower, to her collarbone, and toward the top of her breasts. “And sugar. Oleanna, you taste so fucking sweet.” And because she let him, Axel ran the tip of his tongue over her shirt, where a hard nipple puckered.
She might have pulled some strands out of his head. He didn’t care because she also pulled at his cock. He hadn’t been this aroused by a make-out session in, well, ever.
The sound of footsteps echoed across the parking garage, making her jump away from him. Axel grazed his hand on her back and invited their foreheads to touch. She looked flushed and embarrassed, aroused and starved. So, so beautiful.
He could take her right here, his dick a steel pipe by now. But more than anything, he wanted her to want him, too. To feel safe and ready. He quelled the selfish desire to devour her mouth, to grab her curves, to explore her body.
Instead, Axel cooled the hell down.
“What do you say we grab those groceries and treat ourselves to three thousand sweet calories?”
Her smile was sunshine. “We can go to the Filipino market for the food. They servehalo-haloat the small restaurant across the street.”
That’s exactly what they did.
The drive home would stay forever etched in her mind.
The wind whipped up her hair, pushing it away from her sun-kissed face. Oleanna’s favorite station on the island, a classic hip-hop mix, faintly played on the radio and reminded her of joyriding in high school. She felt young and free, drunk on sugar and kisses.
Axel’s right hand rested on her bare thigh while his thumb stroked in lazy circles. It was the lightest graze, but she felt its erotic promise throughout her body.
Most surprising of all, they connected beyond their physical attraction. Axel and Oleanna talked like they were old friends who needed to catch up on the last twenty years of life without each other. If she thought the way he smiled was irresistible, the way he listened was addictive.
“Hapa? Am I saying that correctly?”
He had asked about her Hawaiian heritage. Oleanna mentioned the mix of immigrant laborers who had worked sugarcane and pineapple fields all over the west side of Oahu.Her people were Samoan, Japanese, Portuguese, English, and Filipino.
“That’s right.Hapais an expression from around here to capture the mixed families uniquely Hawaiian. It’s a play on half, though half is obviously not how you would describe my ancestry.”
