Page 21 of An Heir Made In Hawaii (Hot Winter Escapes)

She planted her fists on her hips, one brow curving up. “What makes you think there will be a next time?”

He moved with predatory speed, wrapping his arms around her and pulled her flush against him. Every hard muscle, every chiseled plane, pressed against her nude flesh. The delicious intimacy of it scorched her veins as he slipped a hand into her hair and tugged so that she looked up at him.

“Because once won’t be enough, Anika.” He pressed his hardness against her wet center, a triumphant smile crossing his face as she moaned. “Not for this.”

What if one night’s not enough?

The thought sobered her, took the edge off her desire. Surely she would be able to walk away. She liked Nicholas, certainly more than she had. But that didn’t mean she trusted him, or liked him enough to want to sleep with him again.

Besides, as he’d made perfectly clear in his own words, he wasn’t interested in forever.

He tumbled her back onto the bed. The feel of his hard thighs pressed against hers banished coherent thought. Restless, seeking, she ran her hands all over his body, indulging in the greedy need to touch him. He indulged her, dropping heated kisses on her jaw, her neck, her breasts.

Emboldened, she skated one hand over his firm behind, trailing her fingers over his rock-hard thigh, sliding between their bodies to...

“Minx.”

He captured her wrist and brought her hand up. He kissed the center of her palm, a gentle gesture that made her sigh, followed by a yelp as he nipped the sensitive skin with his teeth.

“Next time,” he promised, the words a whisper against her lips.

Alarm pulsed through her, quick and frantic. Then she shoved it aside.Not now.

He rested himself against her liquid heat, then started to press inside. She gasped as he stretched her.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No, just...” Her fingers tightened on his shoulders. “You’re big.”

He leaned down and kissed her, leisurely and sweet, easing her tension away with soft caresses until she relaxed once more. Slowly, he pushed deeper inside her until his hips rested against hers, his entire length buried inside her. She tightened her body around him and smiled when his breath caught.

“Careful,bhrèagha,” he said tightly, his Scottish lilt more pronounced.

“Where’s the fun in that?”

His lips twisted into a devilish grin. “Very true.”

And then he began to move. Languid, deep thrusts that made her moan and gasp. Her hands moved on his body, gliding over his damp skin before settling on his hips and urging him deeper. Sensation built, blazing brightly where their bodies joined before it spiraled throughout her body, growing brighter with each movement.

He slid one hand into her hair, growled her name before covering her lips with his in a greedy kiss that sent her careening over the edge. He followed a moment later, his body tensing above her, his groan echoing in her ears.

He eased himself down on top of her, their breaths mingling.

“Am I crushing you?” he murmured against her neck.

She shook her head, too sated to even open her eyes. She couldn’t say how long they lay like that, sweat-slicked bodies pressed together, his fingers drifting up and down her body. His touch was deceptively light. Each stroke etched something into her heart, kindled a need far deeper and more terrifying than the lust she had just indulged in.

“I’ll be right back.”

Cool air replaced Nicholas’s heated body. But this time, instead of a balm to her overheated skin, it was a cold reminder of what she had just done.

More like who you did.

She rolled off the bed, wrapped a sheet around her chilled body and moved to the balcony doors. The chaos of the storm called to the hurricane spinning inside her chest.

If it had just been physical pleasure, that would have been easy. If it had just been about the incredible orgasms Nicholas had given her, she could have walked away without a backward glance.

Rain lashed the windows. She slid open the door, sucked in a breath as cold drops soaked through the sheet. Beyond the waving fronds of the palm trees, she could dimly make out the white-capped tips of the waves. Churning, frothing, stirred up by something unexpected.

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