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

“And is Terry a guy or a girl?”
    They reached her room’s tower and he stabbed the elevator call button. Trying to concentrate on a normal conversation when he wanted to have her naked and underneath him was pure torture. “Terry is a guy. He likes to do very manly things in his spare time, like shoot machine guns.”
    “A machine gun toting physicist?” She cocked her head and her gaze sparkled with glee. “Okay, then. Why not?”
    Just as the elevator car reached the ground level, an elderly couple joined them to wait. Damn, he wasn’t going to be able to get his hands on her during the ride up. He ground his teeth with impatience. It did nothing to ease his pique that the old couple looked them over with obvious curiosity. He could only hope they didn’t take the opportunity to ask nosy questions.
    The elevator came and all four of them boarded. Julie pushed the button for her floor, which was lower than the other pair’s. Good. The sooner he had her alone, the better.
    He leaned closer to Julie and said, “Sven also has a degree in electrical engineering and is something of an expert on the workings of the electric chair. He has an old one sitting outside his office.”
    The elderly duo gave him a startled look and edged away a little. It amused him more than it probably should have. Academics were rarely considered terrifying, except to their students and junior colleagues.
    Julie made a face. “That’s kind of creepy.”
    “That’s Sven.”
    She cast him a glance out of the corner of her eye. “It sounds like a Scandinavian name.”
    “It is.” He was already grinning in anticipation of her response.
    “Hmm.” She lifted an eyebrow. “My theory about creepy Scandinavians is still holding.”
    “So it seems.” The elevator pinged as they reached the right floor and he stepped out just behind Julie.
    She slipped her card key from her purse and had her door open in seconds. He locked it behind them, then turned on her like a tiger on its prey. She tossed her purse aside and silently began stripping off her clothes. He did the same, and there was fire in her gaze as he unzipped his pants that made his erection strain against his boxers. Her enticing curves came into view, breasts just large enough to fill his palms tipped with dusky brown nipples. A slender waist flared out into rounded hips and the most amazing ass he’d ever seen in his life. Her legs were long and slender and made for being wrapped around a man’s waist. The thought made his cock throb.
    When they were naked, she moved into his embrace, those soft breasts pillowed against him and her tight little nipples stabbed into his chest. Her gaze met his for a long, protracted moment. Then they fell on each other like wild animals. A part of Lukas told him to slow down, to take care not to hurt her, but her hands cupped his cock and her mouth was fused with his. She bit his tongue and he growled in response, his control shredding to nothing.
    He pulled back and spun her toward the bed. He needed her now . She landed on the mattress on her hands and knees, providing him with an unobstructed view of the luscious curve of her backside and the slick lips of her sex. Before he did something stupid, like plunge himself into her without another thought, he reached for his pants and the protection he had tucked in his wallet.
    His hands shook as he sheathed himself in a condom. He knelt on the bed behind her and, grasping his cock, rubbed the head up and down her slit before he eased himself into her tight, wet heat. One long steady push and he was hilted within her. He pressed a hand to the small of her back, groaning at how good she felt.
    He reached around her to cup her breasts and roll her nipples between his fingers. A mewling little cry burst from her, and she shoved her hips back against his groin. They both groaned as her movement drove him deeper into her sex. He tried to go slowly, tried to wring every last ounce of pleasure out of the