pressure of him sliding into her.
“Your language is so beautiful,” she whispered.
“I have wanted to do this with you since you stood up at the auction. Will you let me love you now?” Koka asked, the words strangled as he completed their joining. Her head nod against the pillow was accompanied by rapid panting. He went a little crazy. “ Na'u `oe. ”
Whatever Koka whispered to her in his native language acted like a trigger. Sabine groaned and arched her body, amazed to feel such a sense of rightness with a man she had known for such a short amount of time.
“I have no words nearly as poetic as yours, but I want you too. This is even better than your rum fried bananas. Can we do this a little faster?”
“Not yet. It is too much and yet not enough,” Koka declared, rolling them over until she sat astride him.
While a groaning Sabine unbuttoned his shirt, he reached behind her and unzipped the beautiful red dress until the zipper stopped at her waist. There was no way to free her from it completely. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to yet.
Lying back down, he used his hands to ease the dress off her shoulders and away from the front of her, delighted at the sheer red lace bra Sabine wore under it.
“Beautiful,” he said. Bound in lace cups, even his large hands covered only part of her breasts. Loose—they would spill around his fingers, lush and soft. He shivered beneath her rocking weight, suddenly fearing that Sabine’s pleasure would be lost in his prolonged sensual exploration.
“ Koka ,” Sabine said hoarsely, feeling the first orgasm in two years hitting her hard. A muffled scream erupted when she found herself buried again under a plunging male body that seemed bent on maximizing her pleasure as he plunged slowly with each shiver.
“Beautiful Sabine,” Koka whispered, his body shuddering in pleasure as it found perfect sanctuary in the groaning woman beneath him. Heart thudding after he’d spent the last of his energy, he tried to spare her his full weight without separating himself from the quiet joy of her sated body.
Finally, he eased away to lie beside her. He closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see the sexy blonde hair splayed across the pillow. If he looked too long in her eyes, he was going to tell her the depth of his feelings no matter how much instinct warned him otherwise.
But when he gave in and opened them anyway, it was to look once more at her red lace covered breasts above a sex-crumpled dress that he was going make Sabine wear every year on their anniversary.
He quivered under her exploring hand as she rose above him and leaned over to stare into his face.
“ That ,” Sabine declared, “ was the best dessert ever .”
Koka laughed at her teasing and reached out his hand to brush back her hair. “That was not our real dessert,” he teased. To his delight, Sabine giggled.
“It wasn’t?” she asked.
Koka shook his head. “No. That was an experiment that went very well. When it becomes our real dessert, you will know. Such perfection will make you feel like singing.”
Sabine sighed and laid her head on his chest, rock hard muscles smooth under her cheek. “I’m humming now. That’s pretty close to singing. Can I ask why your name is Whitman? Or is that bad pillow talk?”
He stroked her hair as he gazed into her expressive face. It was one of the things he liked best about her.
“Pekala married someone from the mainland. His name was Whitman. They had two sons, both of whom followed the goddess and accepted Pekala’s genes for the face they presented to the world. My father and his brother both married island women, but the mainland name carried on. Some believed the job I took in Seattle was due to my dead grandfather’s influence. Really, it was because I wanted enough money to take care of Pekala and save for my restaurant at the same time.”
Sabine sighed over his story. “Do you miss your homeland?”
“The islands are part of me—so
“Your language is so beautiful,” she whispered.
“I have wanted to do this with you since you stood up at the auction. Will you let me love you now?” Koka asked, the words strangled as he completed their joining. Her head nod against the pillow was accompanied by rapid panting. He went a little crazy. “ Na'u `oe. ”
Whatever Koka whispered to her in his native language acted like a trigger. Sabine groaned and arched her body, amazed to feel such a sense of rightness with a man she had known for such a short amount of time.
“I have no words nearly as poetic as yours, but I want you too. This is even better than your rum fried bananas. Can we do this a little faster?”
“Not yet. It is too much and yet not enough,” Koka declared, rolling them over until she sat astride him.
While a groaning Sabine unbuttoned his shirt, he reached behind her and unzipped the beautiful red dress until the zipper stopped at her waist. There was no way to free her from it completely. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to yet.
Lying back down, he used his hands to ease the dress off her shoulders and away from the front of her, delighted at the sheer red lace bra Sabine wore under it.
“Beautiful,” he said. Bound in lace cups, even his large hands covered only part of her breasts. Loose—they would spill around his fingers, lush and soft. He shivered beneath her rocking weight, suddenly fearing that Sabine’s pleasure would be lost in his prolonged sensual exploration.
“ Koka ,” Sabine said hoarsely, feeling the first orgasm in two years hitting her hard. A muffled scream erupted when she found herself buried again under a plunging male body that seemed bent on maximizing her pleasure as he plunged slowly with each shiver.
“Beautiful Sabine,” Koka whispered, his body shuddering in pleasure as it found perfect sanctuary in the groaning woman beneath him. Heart thudding after he’d spent the last of his energy, he tried to spare her his full weight without separating himself from the quiet joy of her sated body.
Finally, he eased away to lie beside her. He closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see the sexy blonde hair splayed across the pillow. If he looked too long in her eyes, he was going to tell her the depth of his feelings no matter how much instinct warned him otherwise.
But when he gave in and opened them anyway, it was to look once more at her red lace covered breasts above a sex-crumpled dress that he was going make Sabine wear every year on their anniversary.
He quivered under her exploring hand as she rose above him and leaned over to stare into his face.
“ That ,” Sabine declared, “ was the best dessert ever .”
Koka laughed at her teasing and reached out his hand to brush back her hair. “That was not our real dessert,” he teased. To his delight, Sabine giggled.
“It wasn’t?” she asked.
Koka shook his head. “No. That was an experiment that went very well. When it becomes our real dessert, you will know. Such perfection will make you feel like singing.”
Sabine sighed and laid her head on his chest, rock hard muscles smooth under her cheek. “I’m humming now. That’s pretty close to singing. Can I ask why your name is Whitman? Or is that bad pillow talk?”
He stroked her hair as he gazed into her expressive face. It was one of the things he liked best about her.
“Pekala married someone from the mainland. His name was Whitman. They had two sons, both of whom followed the goddess and accepted Pekala’s genes for the face they presented to the world. My father and his brother both married island women, but the mainland name carried on. Some believed the job I took in Seattle was due to my dead grandfather’s influence. Really, it was because I wanted enough money to take care of Pekala and save for my restaurant at the same time.”
Sabine sighed over his story. “Do you miss your homeland?”
“The islands are part of me—so
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