Free Hawaiian Holiday: Destination Desire, Book 2 by Crystal Jordan

be just below the surface with them sizzled to life. Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth when he brought her hand to his lips and bit the tip of her index finger, then kissed away the sting.
    “So…lunch?” He lifted one eyebrow as if he hadn’t just left her a quivering mass of want.
    She shook herself out of her stupor. “I’m going to pay you back for that later.”
    “I look forward to it.”
    A shiver went through her at the many ideas of how she could exact her revenge. Maybe sucking him until he was ready to come and then backing off. Or kissing, licking, and biting her way from one end of him to the other. Oh yeah. She would love to make him beg.
    Okay, she had to stop thinking about that or she was going to implode right there in the middle of Honolulu. Holy God, the man lit her on fire with a single look. She’d never had that happen before, and it was fabulous.
      “What about this one?” Lukas stopped in front of a place with handwritten menus hanging on the wall. The items available were written in both Chinese and English. At least, she thought it was Chinese.
    They stepped inside. One side of the room was dominated by a huge glass bakery case, and the other side held tables and chairs for customers.
    Standing in silence, they read over the food choices. Then she leaned toward him. “Does that really say pig blood rice soup?”
    “Yes, it does.” He tapped a fingertip against his chin. “Would that be better or worse than squid?”
    “I think that’s an experiment best left unconducted, Doctor,” she retorted with a shudder. There was a limit to the new experiences she wanted on this trip. Eating anything with blood in the title was definitely over the line. “The Singapore rice noodles sound much more edible—I mean, appetizing.”
    “Freudian slip?” He ruffled her hair and she stuck her tongue out at him in return. “So, you’re okay with this place?”
    “Let’s find a table.” She turned on her phone to get a picture of the menu, noting that she had several missed messages from her friends. They’d have to wait. She snapped a photo, switched her phone to silent and stuffed it in her purse.
    A waitress with a thick accent came along to take their orders, then disappeared into the back. Within fifteen minutes, they had their food. It was tasty and the place was quiet. Rain had begun pattering against the street outside, and Julie was glad to be inside. No need to rush the meal. They were the only customers in the place, but that might have been due to the weather.
    “How are the Shanghai noodles?” he asked.
    “Singapore. They’re good.” She forked up a generous portion and held it out to him. “Try some.”
    His strong fingers wrapped around her wrist and guided her hand to his mouth. He took the food, but his gaze locked with hers. Fire flashed in those blue depths, and a quiver settled low in her belly. She wanted him. Now. Again. And there wasn’t a thing she could do about it, since they were miles from their hotel. His lips quirked in a half-grin as he released her hand, chewing the bite she’d given him.
    “Delicious. Want some of mine?” The innuendo in his question was unmistakable.
    Words failed her. He was trying to kill her, he really was. If he weren’t sitting across the table from her, she might not have been able to keep her hands to herself. She swallowed, cleared her throat, and just as she was about to say something, the restaurant’s door opened and a few more customers spilled in.
    With the addition of other people, Julie and Lukas settled into more mundane conversation. He wanted to know more about her business and the crafts she specialized in. She found out more about his research. It occurred to her while they ate that he was exactly the kind of man she’d love to date back home. Which was sad because she had a gut feeling that he wouldn’t be interested in the same. Not that he wasn’t interested in her , per se, but that relationships