Free The Only One for Her by Carlie Sexton Page A

Maui?”
    “Not long. Just four days. How about you?”
    “A week.”
    “Are you staying at one of the nearby hotels?”
    “I’m staying here, at Napili Kai.”
    “Me too,” he said.
    The breeze off the ocean caused me to shiver. “You’re cold. Come here,” he said, pulling me in for a hug. I laid my head on his chest, nestling it under his chin. After a long moment, the heat radiating off his body had warmed mine. His strong arms around me had done things to me, too. Things I hadn’t felt in a long time.
    My stomach was doing flip flops.
    A deep pulsing radiated between my legs.
    My nipples became hard and for a brief moment all I wanted was for Trace to pick me up and carry me off to bed.
    Incredible. How was this possible?
    Ro’s words came rushing back…have fun, let yourself go. Looking up at Trace I said, “Thank you for tonight. I’ve enjoyed spending time with you.”
    Trace’s eyes locked onto mine. “Me too,” he said, as his lips descended upon mine. They were soft and warm. His kiss was gentle at first, but then he parted my lips with his tongue. His hot, sensual tongue swept across mine, my insides becoming hot like molten lava. We stood there, making out under the moonlight. Trace’s hands pulled me closer, pressing his body more firmly against mine. So many things went through my mind, but what kept repeating was how much I wanted him… needed him.
    Our kiss slowed and Trace put his forehead to mine. “Lindy, you busy tomorrow? Would you consider spending the day with me?”
    Trace wanting to see me again ignited everything in my body. Of course I wanted to spend more time with him. I tried to steady my voice and not sound eager. “I would love to. What time did you have in mind?”
    “How about ten? We could take a picnic to a nearby waterfall. A small hike.”
    “Ten it is,” I said, hoping I didn’t sound like a giddy school girl, even though I felt like one.
    Trace kissed the back of my hand. “Are you ready?” he asked.
    Ready for what? For you to sweep me off my feet and carry me to bed. That was a definite yes. I think so, I’m not sure. Maybe? I just stood there staring at him, not saying anything. Indecision had me in its grip.
    “May I walk you back to your hotel room?”
    Oh, of course, he’s a gentleman. “Yes,” I said, afraid if I said any more words I may sound like a babbling idiot. I wanted this man, but I was also afraid of being with him.
    Trace began walking me in the direction of the hotel, holding my hand. “Which building are you in?
    “That one,” I said, pointing to the one on the left.
    “Me too. What’s your room number?”
    “208.”
    “I’m in 210.”
    “Right next door.” That’s convenient. Right next door to me. I could practically reach out and touch him.
    We climbed the stairs and arrived at my door. I was torn, part of me wanting to invite him in and the other part wanting to hit the brakes.
    Trace brought my hand to his lips again. His soft, succulent lips. Lips that I wanted all over my body. He kissed my hand and said, “I’ll see you at ten.”
    “Yes, ten.”
    Trace’s hands found their way to my waist, pulling me in for another hug. Whispering in my ear he said, “I can’t wait to spend tomorrow with you, Lindy.”
    “Me too,” I responded breathlessly. If he hadn’t been holding me up, I think my knees would have buckled. He was so damn sexy. His mouth found mine again, kissing me like a man leaving for war, not knowing if he’d ever see me again. Feeling his hard ridge pressed against my stomach, I knew he was as into me as I was into him. His tongue danced with mine for I don’t know how long. All I knew was that I didn’t want him to stop. When our kiss slowed and his lips left mine all I could think about was inviting him in.
    “Would you like to come in?” I heard my thoughts being spoken out loud. What did I just do? I just met this man. How could I already be inviting him in? I knew my eyes were wide and