Likedit.
“That was fun,” she said happily, and I moaned when she dragged her trimmed nails along my skin, leaning in to whisper in my ear. “It looks like you’re getting pretty hot over here. Or is it just because you think I’m hot? Admit it, Parker. It’s me. I’m hot in this grass skirt, aren’t I? The color makes my eyes pop.”
Recognizing that she was repeating my words from earlier back to me, I wound my arms around her waist and pulled her closer, tilting my head back to look up at her profile bathed in firelight and dancing shadows.
“Yeah, I do,” I admitted. “You’re hot as fuck in that skirt, but for once, it has nothing to do with your eyes.”
Said eyes darkened with lust when she ground down on me, undoubtedly feeling how hard I was now that I’d pulled her all the way up against me. “Wow. Who would’ve thought that some grass would do it for you this much?”
“It’s not the fucking leaves. It’s the woman in them,” I practically growled, tracing the hard line of her spine with my fingertips as my hand traveled up. “Say yes to me, Isabella. Just for tonight, say yes to me.”
Looking up at her intently, I relished the way she trembled against me. Her lips parted, but no sound came out at first. For a few long beats, she just stared back at me. Then something in her gaze seemed to change and she nodded.
“Okay,” she whispered. “Yes, Parker. Just for tonight, yes.”
I didn’t hesitate, holding her against me and standing up. I carried her off into the night and I didn’t care who saw or what they thought. She’d said yes, and if it really was just for tonight, I was planning on making every minute count.
The beach we were at wasn’t far from the resort. Reese and I had arranged the luau for the combined bachelor/bachelorette party, and as part of the logistics, we’d organized for shuttles to be available to cart people back and forth.
Isabella and I caught a lift back in one of them, never once letting go of one another. Nothing happened in the car, but the sexual tension between us was so taut, I’d have been able to cut it with a blunt butter knife.
Once the driver dropped us off, we just about jogged back to our suite. Some of the lights had been left on by housekeeping, but I barely even had time to think about that before her arms were around my neck again and she was jumping up against me.
I caught her with my hands under her thighs, murmuring between hungry frenzied kisses when her mouth descended onto mine. “Your place or mine?”
“Don’t care,” she mumbled, already using the heels of her feet to push at the skirt I was still wearing. It vaguely occurred to me that my shirt had stayed behind at the luau, but I considered it collateral damage. It was a very small price to pay for having Isabella back in my arms like this.
I’d held on to her dress like she’d asked, only dropping it once we were already in the suite. My skirt snagged on the back of my trunks, but then she managed to free it and kick it past my ass. After that, it was only a few steps before the thing hit the floor. But she didn’t stop there, using her feet to push my pants off past my ass, too.
With a little more help from her, they dropped while I walked, and I stepped out of them just before we crossed the threshold to my room. Tugging at the little knots holding her bikini top in place, I felt the strings pull loose but the top remained pressed up between us.
Once I set her down on the bed, I stood at the end of it, naked as the day I was born and as hard as the tiles I was standing on. Isabella lay back on the mattress, her bikini top now lying in a crumbled little heap beside her.
She was still wearing the bikini bottoms and the skirt, looking so damn hot with her nipples pebbled to peaks and her lids heavy as she watched me. I licked my lips, and my hand wrapped around my aching shaft to give it a few slow strokes while I decided what to do with her first.
A low groan rumbled out of me, but it mingled with the sound of a soft moan. Isabella was staring at me, her gaze firmly and unashamedly following my hand as I pumped my cock. Her legs were pressed together and she squirmed, seemingly beyond the point of caring as her hands slid up her sides to massage her breasts.
Fuck, that’s hot.
She kept watching me, but it looked like she was having a tough time keeping her eyes open. One of her hands rolled her nipple between her thumb and her forefinger, but the other was moving south. When she reached the elastic waistband of her bikini and her fingers dipped underneath it, she lost the battle and closed her eyes, another louder moan spilling out of her. “Parker.”
Dangerously close to losing my shit, I let go of myself and focused on her instead. I bent over, hooking my fingers into her bikini bottoms and yanking them and the skirt clean off. They bundled up beneath her ass for a second, but then she lifted for me and it was smooth sailing the rest of the way.
Surprising me when she didn’t stop, my gaze zeroed in on the movement of her fingers between her legs. She wasn’t going fast, and her eyes were open again, eyeing me as I climbed onto the bed and took over for her. My body pressed up against hers and I kissed her deeply when my fingers slid between her slick folds.
She was soft and hot and so fucking wet that my dick throbbed to take my fingers’ place. It needed to be patient, though. We’d get there, but not yet. Not before—
“Parker!” she shouted, her body shaking and her hips bucking into my hand. A few seconds later, her muscles contracted around my fingers and I pressed my thumb down on her clit. She went off like the most erotic firework I’d ever seen, her mouth forming a tight O and her brows mashing together.
That. Not before that.