Page 4 of Island Love

I laugh. “Oh, wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I sure would.”

He leans in closer, and I catch his clean, woodsy scent. I have to stop myself from deeply inhaling.

Get a grip, I tell myself. You just met this man. But my body has other ideas. My skin tingles everywhere when he looks at me, and my heart races when his hand accidentally grazes my thigh.

“Tell me about yourself, Kai,” I say, trying to steer us to safer waters. “What does a guy like you do for fun?”

He considers the question for a moment. “I like trying new things. Making the most of every moment.” His voice drops lower. “And making sure the woman I’m with enjoys herself to the fullest.”

My mouth goes dry. Is he saying what I think he’s saying? I press my thighs together, suddenly conscious of the growing ache between my legs. Oh yes, this man is dangerous.

I clear my throat, shifting in my seat. “Is that so? You seem quite…confident.”

His eyes lock onto mine. “I’m very good at reading people,” he croons.

Slowly, deliberately, he places his hand on my knee. I don’t stop him.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, Hawa,” he purrs. But we both know that’s the last thing I want.

His fingers inch higher up my thigh, underneath my sundress, covered by the airline’s soft woolen blanket. I bite my lip to stop a moan from escaping.

With a sexy grin, his hand travels further up my leg. His thumb strokes along my inner thigh and I shudder with anticipation. We’re in our own private world, oblivious to the other passengers around us. And thank God we’re in first class where each seat is like its own private pod.

“I want to make you feel good, Hawa,” he murmurs in my ear. “Right here on this plane. What do you say?”

I can only moan my aquiescence.

His fingers brush against the thin fabric of my panties, already damp with arousal. I inhale sharply as he begins to rub me through the satin, the friction both torturous and delicious.

“Mmm,” Kai rumbles.

I bite my lip and nod, not trusting myself to speak. My hips move instinctively, grinding against his hand, craving more contact. I’m losing myself in the moment, consumed by lust.

Kai’s eyes darken with desire as he watches me unravel beneath his touch. Slowly, he hooks his fingers under the elastic and pulls my panties aside, eyes never leaving mine. I’m exposed and aching for him.

With one long finger, he parts my slick folds and begins stroking up and down. I grip the armrests tightly, writhing in my seat.

“Does that feel good?” he asks in a low, guttural voice.

“God yes,” I breathe out.

He increases the pace and pressure, zeroing in on the most sensitive areas. I’m right on the edge, pleasure growing inside me.

Sensing how close I am, Kai presses his thumb against my clit as he continues to stroke me. And the sensations push me over—my orgasm crashes over me in intense waves. I cry out softly, trembling through the aftershocks. And he kisses me, swallowing my noises. All pillowy lips, supple tongue and deep, wet strokes that increase my pleasure.

As I catch my breath, Kai grins and pulls his hand away. “I think you enjoyed your in-flight entertainment.”

I let out a tired laugh, slapping his broad shoulder with a limp hand.

The plane hits a small patch of turbulence, but I barely notice, my senses completely enthralled by the man beside me.

Kai leans in close, his warm breath tickling my ear. “Tell me what else you want,” he murmurs. His deep voice sends a shiver through me.

Feeling emboldened, I place my hand on his strong thigh and slowly slide it upwards. I can feel his muscular frame tense beneath my touch.

“I want you,” I whisper, eyes locked on his.

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