That’s my problem.”
Chapter 10
In the process of making dessert, Sabine was spooning store-bought whipped topping onto glazed pears when Koka’s arms slipped around her from behind. Her hand froze mid-dollop as both his hands slid from her waist up to her breasts and back.
“I love this dress on you,” he whispered.
“Dessert is ready,” Sabine whispered back, the words sticking in her throat.
“I hope so,” Koka said. He turned her around and lifted her to her toes as he bent to her mouth for a mind-numbing kiss. Her groan had him gripping her tighter than he had intended.
“Sorry,” he said hoarsely. “I promised you a warning. I forgot.”
Beyond his unapologetic gaze, Sabine saw the spoon of whipped topping was still in the hand she had rested on his shoulder. Holding his stare, she brought the spoon to her mouth and licked it clean while he watched with hungry eyes.
“Bad Koka. Very bad for not keeping your promise,” she said. “I’m not sure you deserve dessert.”
Laughter almost choked him on its way out, but his hands were busy finding their way under the full skirt. “ Nou No Ka `I`ini.”
“Ha—I know what that means and I don’t even speak Hawaiian,” Sabine declared, standing on her toes so he wouldn’t have to bend down so far.
With her skirt finally out of the way, Koka pressed himself against the heat of the woman he found under it. Her soft body was the most erotic thing he could remember lusting for in his entire life. “I desire you, Sabine Blakeman. That’s what I said.”
Sabine heard the words, but Koka’s voice seemed very far away. What he was doing with his hands as he molded her lower half to his was seriously distracting. He was just so sure in his actions, so insistent in expressing what he felt in any moment.
“I desire you too,” Sabine parroted back, but realized she would have said most anything to prolong her drowning in the sensual ocean Koka was creating around her.
“Do you want to have dessert first? Or after?” It killed him to ask and offer any choice at all, but Sabine had gone to so much trouble to cook for him.
“I want it right now,” Sabine said, reaching up to link an arm around his neck. It was quite a stretch, but well worth it when Koka let her pull his head down. Her mouth sought his and found it hot and waiting for her. When she finally let him go, she swept a hand down his neck and over one massive shoulder. “I have high standards for dessert though.”
“Sabine—consider yourself warned,” Koka declared, his voice low.
To her shock, he scooped her substantial form up in his arms and started down the hall with her. She had never been carried before and the experience was startling.
“Which room?” he demanded.
“The big one,” she squeaked, hanging onto him as best she could.
Yet being carried was nothing compared to landing on her mattress with a rock solid male heavily on top of her. His mouth devoured hers while his hands divested her of everything under her dress and went exploring. Finding the answer he was looking for, he groaned and cupped her possessively.
Unwilling to passively accept her fate, Sabine unbuckled and unzipped until she could work her hands down inside his clothes to a backside that felt like molded bronze under her fingers. There was nowhere soft on the man. “I can’t get pregnant and there hasn’t been anyone since I divorced. I just wanted you to know.”
Koka’s answer to her—if you could call it that—was to hold her thighs in his hands while he wiggled his pants off his legs. For a big man, he had some amazing moves. Right after she heard his pants hit the carpet, his hands ran up the inside of her thighs as he separated them.
“In case you have any doubts left about anything at all, I want this and the answer is yes,” Sabine said.
“ 'O Ku'u Aloha No 'Oe ,” Koka whispered, beginning the journey inside her.
Sabine let her body sink into the mattress and give under the
Chapter 10
In the process of making dessert, Sabine was spooning store-bought whipped topping onto glazed pears when Koka’s arms slipped around her from behind. Her hand froze mid-dollop as both his hands slid from her waist up to her breasts and back.
“I love this dress on you,” he whispered.
“Dessert is ready,” Sabine whispered back, the words sticking in her throat.
“I hope so,” Koka said. He turned her around and lifted her to her toes as he bent to her mouth for a mind-numbing kiss. Her groan had him gripping her tighter than he had intended.
“Sorry,” he said hoarsely. “I promised you a warning. I forgot.”
Beyond his unapologetic gaze, Sabine saw the spoon of whipped topping was still in the hand she had rested on his shoulder. Holding his stare, she brought the spoon to her mouth and licked it clean while he watched with hungry eyes.
“Bad Koka. Very bad for not keeping your promise,” she said. “I’m not sure you deserve dessert.”
Laughter almost choked him on its way out, but his hands were busy finding their way under the full skirt. “ Nou No Ka `I`ini.”
“Ha—I know what that means and I don’t even speak Hawaiian,” Sabine declared, standing on her toes so he wouldn’t have to bend down so far.
With her skirt finally out of the way, Koka pressed himself against the heat of the woman he found under it. Her soft body was the most erotic thing he could remember lusting for in his entire life. “I desire you, Sabine Blakeman. That’s what I said.”
Sabine heard the words, but Koka’s voice seemed very far away. What he was doing with his hands as he molded her lower half to his was seriously distracting. He was just so sure in his actions, so insistent in expressing what he felt in any moment.
“I desire you too,” Sabine parroted back, but realized she would have said most anything to prolong her drowning in the sensual ocean Koka was creating around her.
“Do you want to have dessert first? Or after?” It killed him to ask and offer any choice at all, but Sabine had gone to so much trouble to cook for him.
“I want it right now,” Sabine said, reaching up to link an arm around his neck. It was quite a stretch, but well worth it when Koka let her pull his head down. Her mouth sought his and found it hot and waiting for her. When she finally let him go, she swept a hand down his neck and over one massive shoulder. “I have high standards for dessert though.”
“Sabine—consider yourself warned,” Koka declared, his voice low.
To her shock, he scooped her substantial form up in his arms and started down the hall with her. She had never been carried before and the experience was startling.
“Which room?” he demanded.
“The big one,” she squeaked, hanging onto him as best she could.
Yet being carried was nothing compared to landing on her mattress with a rock solid male heavily on top of her. His mouth devoured hers while his hands divested her of everything under her dress and went exploring. Finding the answer he was looking for, he groaned and cupped her possessively.
Unwilling to passively accept her fate, Sabine unbuckled and unzipped until she could work her hands down inside his clothes to a backside that felt like molded bronze under her fingers. There was nowhere soft on the man. “I can’t get pregnant and there hasn’t been anyone since I divorced. I just wanted you to know.”
Koka’s answer to her—if you could call it that—was to hold her thighs in his hands while he wiggled his pants off his legs. For a big man, he had some amazing moves. Right after she heard his pants hit the carpet, his hands ran up the inside of her thighs as he separated them.
“In case you have any doubts left about anything at all, I want this and the answer is yes,” Sabine said.
“ 'O Ku'u Aloha No 'Oe ,” Koka whispered, beginning the journey inside her.
Sabine let her body sink into the mattress and give under the
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