Pleasure in Hawaii (Kimani Romance) by Devon Vaughn Archer Page B

untangling arms and legs while seizing each and every moment of passion as though there were no more tomorrow. Their bodies dripped with moisture and the sounds of lovemaking filled the room.
    Sloane was on top as her climax arrived. She fell onto Gene, quivering wildly and seeking out his mouth in a torrent of kisses. He held her waist firmly, guiding Sloane deeper onto his penis while his surge came thunderously. Gene buried his face in the valley of Sloane’s slick breasts, feeling her heart pounding as the climax worked its way through every part of his body.
    When they were done, Gene sucked in a deep breath, wanting only to hold Sloane and come back down to earth. He was sure that sex had never been this good before. And he couldn’t imagine it ever being this good with anyone again.
    Could Sloane say the same?
     
     
    Sloane breathed in the sexual scent in the air as she lay beside Gene, their arms and legs wrapped around each other after another night of passion and pleasure. She couldn’t get enough of him and clearly he felt the same way about her based on his actions. But as much as she wanted to think this was all about sex, sex and more sex, Sloane knew there was more going on than that. Certainly on her part. She hadn’t been looking for anything serious. Not at this time in her life with the challenges of her new job.
    Gene Malloy was causing her to seriously rethink her position. She wasn’t in this alone, though. She had to know where his mind was. Sloane already knew where his body was, having gotten to know every intimate detail of it. She just wasn’t sure that was enough any longer, even as the thought of making love to Gene set her soul and body on fire.
    Sloane tilted her head to look at Gene’s striking face. He too seemed quietly contemplative now that the sighs and moans they had emitted earlier had subsided. “So where are we going with this?” she asked.
    Gene lowered his eyes to connect with hers. “You mean our relationship?”
    “Is that what it is?” Her lashes fluttered. Neither had really defined what it was they were engaged in.
    “What do you want it to be?”
    She glared at him. “Come on now, that’s not fair. I’m asking you the question. Please don’t turn it around on me.”
    His jaw tightened. “All right. We’re obviously involved in more than a one-night stand. I suppose we are seeing each other or dating.” He met her gaze. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”
    Sloane pursed her lips, happy to know he saw things as she did to an extent, but feeling unsatisfied for some reason. “I only want to know how you really feel about us,” she responded. “Not what you think I want to hear.”
    He chuckled. “Well, I’m not sure what you want me to say.”
    She drew in a deep breath. “Do you see a future between us?”
    “I thought you were only looking for fun and sexual frolic, nothing serious?”
    “Maybe I was—then.”
    His gaze remained focused on her face. “And now…?”
    Sloane considered this carefully. She didn’t want to give him the wrong signal. Or seem wishy-washy. At the same time, it was a woman’s prerogative to change her position midstream. And a man’s, too.
    “I think I want to build something steady between us and see where it goes from there.” Okay, I’ve put it out there. Now the rest is up to you.
    “I’d like that, too,” Gene said equably.
    “Seriously…?”
    “Yeah, but…”
    “Always a but,” she cut in with irritation. “But what?”
    He lifted his leg off hers. “I can’t promise you anything like an official commitment.”
    “That’s not what I’m asking for,” she said tartly.
    “You’re sure about that?” Doubt rang in his voice.
    “Yes. I just wanted to know that our heads were in the same place in wanting to be together.”
    “I definitely want to be with you,” Gene said honestly. “You’re everything I could ask for in a woman. But, putting my cards on the table, I’ve already been