Island Fever (2 page)

She bit her lip and tried not to groan at the heavy pressure settling between her legs. Maybe she
should
go through with the pact with Piper. This was the first time in years that she’d actually been sexually attracted to a man where she was considering sleeping with him.

“Stop it,” he said in a soft voice, as his hand settled on her calf.

She stilled, her breath catching. Was she that obvious? “Stop what?”

“Giving me that look. You have no idea what it’s tempting me to do.”

Melanie’s pulse raced. Okay, so she was that obvious.

Do it, Mel.
She could practically here Piper encouraging her to take the initiative. To be bold. To get her ass laid before she left Hawaii.

It was now or never. Arching a brow, she murmured, “I confess, doc. I’m a little curious about your bedside manner.”

Asher stared down at Melanie, all sprawled out on the bed like a fiery goddess.

He wanted her. Had been attracted to her the moment he’d seen her trip and go flying to the ground while running across the beach.

Her breasts peeking over the top of her bikini were pale and round, more than a handful. And the swirl of her belly button made him ache to kiss her there. His gaze moved lower. To the roundness of her hips and the length of her legs covered by a long sarong.

Who would have guessed his evening jog would end like this? In the hotel room of a sexy redhead, who flirted with him without apology?

She was clearly a tourist, probably looking to have some fun. Usually he avoided those types, because in the end it led nowhere. But with Melanie, he couldn’t seem to make himself walk away. Really had the urge to do the opposite, actually.

And if that bedside manner comment hadn’t been an invitation to kiss her, he didn’t know what was.

He leaned over her, supporting himself with his elbow as he slid his hand up her calf to the curve of her hip. For a moment there was a flash of what could only be nervousness in her blue gaze, before her lashes drifted shut.

He lowered his mouth to just above hers. Her pink lips were plump, and her warm breath tickled his cheek. Sweet God, but she was the epitome of sensuality right now.

Without waiting another moment, he covered her inviting mouth with his. The warm softness he encountered made him want more. Her approving sigh encouraged him. He probed his tongue along the crease of her lips until they parted and he could slide inside to taste her.

She was sweet, lush and female. Tasting of a bit like coconut, probably form some drink she’d had earlier.

She intoxicated him, almost like he was getting a second hand buzz from her earlier drink. He wanted to touch and taste every part of her body. He deepened the kiss, unable to get enough.

Melanie sucked his tongue deep into her mouth and her hand moved over his chest, tentative and yet moving everywhere in exploration.

His blood pounded faster and he lifted his head for a moment to look down at her. “You’re sure about this, Melanie?”

Her lips were swollen and damp, her eyes glazed with need. Her small nod was all the encouragement he needed, before he claimed her mouth again.

With the kiss deepening, becoming intensely intimate, he untied her sarong. She lifted her hips to help him pull it away from her body. Unable to slow down now, he slid a hand down to cup her sex through her bikini bottoms.

Her hips rose and she gasped, wrenching her mouth from his briefly, and giving him a moment to look down at the flesh he’d bared. The turquoise bikini tied over each hip. Little strings that would just need a quick tug to slip free from her.

And dammit if he didn’t want to tug. Want to rip the bikini bottoms right off—

“I know this is going to sound totally cliché. But I don’t normally do this.” Her uneven words broke his erotic, runaway train of thought.

He lifted his gaze to meet hers. Something in her eyes made him believe her, even though he knew it wasn’t uncommon for a woman to go on vacations and have a fling.

He’d lived on Oahu his entire life and had seen it happen more times than he could recall. He dropped a kiss on the soft swell of her belly, inhaling the scent of cocoa butter and the spicy musk of her arousal.

“Why now? Why me?” He let his tongue dip into her belly button, and she gasped.

But just as quickly her body went tense. “I...” She hesitated, seeming on the fence about what to say. “I don’t know... by the time we got to my room I just couldn’t imagine
not
letting you touch me.”

He went hard at her words, and the urge to keep touching her was overwhelming. Unable to wait any longer, he slipped a finger under the fabric of her bikini bottoms to find bare flesh.

He had to close his eyes for a moment and gritted his teeth so he wouldn’t lose control.

She was smooth, and even though he was still outside her channel, he could feel the slick moisture that had gathered on her swollen folds.

God
.

She sighed. “Asher...”

“I’ll go slow.”

“I don’t know if I want you to go slow.” She smiled and parted her thighs, making his finger slip just inside. She was hot and wet.

He groaned. His blood moved faster at the thought of taking her hard and fast.

“You keep saying these things that make it hard for me to be rational.”

“Who needs rational?” Her laughter was sexy and light.

She stopped laughing when he moved his finger deeper inside her. Her slick arousal guiding him into her tight heat.

She arched her back, reaching behind her to remove her bikini top. His mouth dried at the sight of her full breasts set free. The nipples were puckered and soft coral in color.

“Beautiful, absolutely beautiful,” he murmured.

He lowered his head to one breast and drew the tip into his mouth. His tongue swept over the hard nipple until she cried out and gripped his hair. He sucked harder and used his free hand to knead her other breast, while he continued to penetrate her.

Eager to be free from the barrier of his clothing, he paused in his ministrations to assist when she reached down to remove his shorts. Kicking his shorts to the floor, he turned back to Melanie. She reached for him and wrapped her hand around his cock. Her fingers slid hot and smooth over his flesh as she explored his length.

The breath hissed out from between his clenched teeth as he thrust his hips against the softness of her touch.

“You’re so hard,” she whispered as she rubbed her thumb over the slit in the head of his cock. “I want to taste you.”

If just imagining it nearly put him over the edge, he would be an instant goner if she even tried right now. “Me first.”

He tugged the strings of her bikini free and pulled it off her. God, she was amazing. He could only stare down at her for a moment. She was sexy and incredibly beautiful. Everywhere.

Needing to touch her—to taste her—he parted her folds with his thumbs, lowered his head and delved his tongue inside. She cried out, her hips jerking, and her hands gripping tight into his hair.

The sweet taste of her drove him wild. More, he needed more. And he took it. Her moans grew more frantic, encouraging him as his tongue flicked and circled the sensitive pearl of her clit.

She gasped and moaned, pressing herself against him.

“Don’t stop,” she begged thickly. “
Please, don’t stop!
”

He sucked and licked her at a steady pace, watching her stomach clench as she neared her climax. She was close. He drew her clit into his mouth, bit lightly as he pushed two fingers inside her.

She climaxed hard, her thighs clenched around his head as she screamed. He had no intention of letting her go so soon, and continued pleasing her until she was limp and pushing weakly at his shoulders.

“I can’t handle any more.” She gave a drowsy, content laugh and wiggled under him. “It’s my turn. Let me touch you.”

Asher slid up her body and nuzzled her neck, letting his tongue run over the pulse that throbbed.

“Later. I need to be inside you.” Which made him remember exactly what he didn’t have on him. “Damn. I’ve got bad news, sweetheart.”

“I have one,” she said, and managed to wiggle out from under him so she could lean over to yank open the bedside drawer. She pulled out a box of condoms.

“Need one of these?”

“Uh. Yeah, actually.” She was awfully prepared for someone who didn’t do this often.

“You don’t bring condoms when you go jogging?” she teased, still breathless and flushed. “They’re my friend’s. We’re sharing the hotel room. She came equipped.”

Hmm. A roommate? He reached out to stroke her nipple, still stiff from her orgasm.

“Is this roommate coming back tonight?”

“No.” Melanie tore open a single packet, pulled out the condom and handed it to him. “I’m not so good at this part, I’ll let you handle it.”

Her honesty had him laughing with genuine amusement as he quickly put it on. While he did so, she reached out to trace a nail down his chest.

“You have a very sexy body, doc. Is that why you run with your shirt off?”

“I run with my shirt off because it gets damn hot.”

He laughed, but broke off on a groan as she kissed the center of his chest. Then her tongue did a sweep of his nipple and he couldn’t control the shudder that ripped through him. She must have realized that it was a sensitive spot, because she licked his nipple again, and then pulled it between her teeth and bit it with just enough pressure to tease, but not hurt.

“Ah, so you like that?”

“Melanie...”

“I think you do.” She giggled and repeated the same torturous process to his other nipple.

He had to have her. Now. With a firm hand on her shoulder, he pushed her onto her back.

Melanie’s smile was pure seduction as she stared up at him with hooded eyes. There was something else there, though, in her gaze. There was...trust. The sudden connection he felt with her surprised him enough to pause for a moment. Usually sex was nothing more than a release for him. Sex and then it was back to the books. Back to work. It was never like this, desperate and intense. And strangely, and wonderfully, fun.

“Asher?” Her eyes widened, as if she thought he was going to change his mind.

Nothing—unless she asked him—could have persuaded him to stop at this point. He had to have her. It went beyond the physical need. He needed to be inside her, to join their bodies and take that last step.

“Is your ankle going to be okay?” It was better to turn on the clinical side of his brain, rather than share his true thoughts.

“My ankle is the last thing on my mind right now. It’s fine.”

Her breasts were swollen, her nipples hard. Her thighs were parted and the smooth, moist flesh between her legs was a beacon for him to slide his cock home.

“Melanie,” he muttered, somewhat in awe. “You blow my mind.”

She flushed, but murmured, “Likewise.”

He gave a slow smile as he lowered himself onto her, bracing one arm beside her head so she wouldn’t have to take all of his weight. With his other hand, he guided his cock between her legs to the entrance of her body.

He looked down, had to see if that trust was still in her pretty blue eyes. To see if it had maybe been his imagination. But it was still there. That look that said he could do anything he wanted and she would let him. He must have waited too long, because she gave an impatient groan.

“Asher?”

“I’m here, sweetheart.” Unable to wait any longer, he pushed slow and easy into her.

God, it’d been too long. She felt amazing. So hot. Wet. Tight. Her body suddenly tensed, and he wondered if it had been awhile for her too.

Her eyes closed, her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she lifted her hips to bring him deeper.

He sank in, until he was all the way ensconced in her body. He gave her a moment to adjust to him, waited for her body to relax around him. Then, when she started to moan and wiggle under him, he moved.

He pulled out a little, only to plunge back into her hot core. He leaned down and ran his tongue over her nipple. She cried out and her body clenched around his cock.

“Melanie, sweetheart.” He closed his eyes. “If you keep doing that...”

“This?” She tightened her inner muscles around him again.

He groaned. The sensation was so intense he almost came. He thrust deeper, increasing his pace. Her fingernails pierced the skin on his shoulder, spurring him to take her harder and faster. He caught her nipple again with his teeth and nibbled and sucked her until she whimpered.

“I want you to come again.”

“I can’t.” She gasped, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow. “Please, just don’t stop.”

He reached down to find her clit, wanting her to fly with him when he came. He leaned down to kiss her again, eager to find her tongue with his. Her moan was guttural in response to his slow touch. Her tongue thrust back against his as her hips lifted to meet each stroke of his cock.

The harder he thrust into her, the more frantic her moans. He pounded into her at a fierce pace, moving her body on the bed.

“
Asher
.” Her sheath clenched hard around him as she climaxed.

He pressed so deep into her their bodies melded, became one. He came harder, faster, than he ever had in his life. His name cried from her sweet lips spurred him on, even as her body milking his cock drained every bit he had to give. With one last weakened thrust, he collapsed on top of her, wrapping her in his arms.

When her breathing had mellowed and her heartbeat had slowed to normal, she kissed his forehead and stroked damp hair from his face.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you, Asher. I haven’t...in so long...I—”

“Shh.” He raised his head and covered her mouth with his.

She kissed him back with a fierceness that surprised him, and then she fell back against the pillows, clearly spent.

He smiled and eased his weight off her to lie beside her. But still, he kept his head nuzzled against her breast, his arms tight around her sweat-slick body. She continued to stroke his hair, and his eyes drifted shut.