But before I could wiggle out of it and go for the other, Makoa stopped me, dropping me to the ground and holding his hand over mine where it was on track to free the other strap.
I paused under his touch, both of us panting, his cock so hard it could easily destroy a cement block, and me so desperate to have him inside me that I literally whimpered when he broke our contact.
Makoa blew out a long, heavy breath, pressing his forehead to mine. “You are the sexiest woman to ever exist.”
I bit my lip against a smile, my lips on track for his again. He caught my kiss with a groan, meeting me with hard, desperate movements that matched mine.
But then he broke the kiss again.
And said the worst three words I’d ever heard.
“I should go.”
“No,” I argued, trying to kiss him again.
This time, he obliged me with a sweet peck and a smile before he guided my hands from where I was trying to unbuckle his jeans to wrap around his neck instead.
“Trust me,” he said. “I want to stay.”
“So, stay,” I begged.
“If I stay, we both know where this is going.”
I pressed up on my toes to kiss him again. “Exactly.”
“I think we should slow down a little, Belle.” His eyes met mine then, and he chuckled at my pouty lip before he thumbed it. “I really like you. I don’t want to mess this up.”
I swallowed, heart pounding for a completely different reason now that he was looking at me that way.
Like he really meant the words he said.
Like he wanted more from me than I could ever give him.
Like I could trust him.
“We can’t let this go to waste,” I tried, trailing my hand down his stomach, over his belt, and wrapping my hand around his length again. I gave it just the slightest pressure, which had him closing his eyes and biting his lip against a groan.
“Devil woman.”
“In the flesh.”
He shook his head on a laugh, looking up to the ceiling like God could save him now as he peeled my hands off him and took a big step back. He twirled me around in a sort of dance move, until it was him closest to the door, and then he pressed two soft kisses — one to each of my hands.
“Goodnight, Belle.”
I wanted to groan. I wanted to throw a freaking tantrum. But something about that man had me smiling in appreciation, like I’d finally found a worthy opponent to play this little game with.
“You’re really going to leave me here…” I whispered, trailing my fingertips over my chest. “All alone…” I dipped my fingertips under the fabric of my romper. “To take care of myself when you could be the one to do the honors?”
I rolled my fingertips over my hard nipple, puckering it so that I knew he could see the outline of it against the fabric when I removed my hand.
Makoa sighed in misery, staring at my nipple like he wanted nothing more than to suck it between his teeth.
But the motherfucker resisted.
“I’ll call you,” he promised.
I sighed when he opened the door, and what was worse… I hated that I actually respected that he was leaving. Zach’s words danced in my mind, and if Makoa really did have a three-date rule, then that meant we were already more than halfway there.
And maybe waiting was half the fun.
Maybe this torture would make the payoff just that much sweeter.
“Goodnight, Mr. Kumaka,” I said when he was in the hallway.
He smirked, framing my face with his hands and a longing sigh that told me he really didn’t want to leave. He sealed his promise to call me with a long, intimate kiss that left me breathless, and then he was gone.
And I stripped down for my second date of the night.
The one with my vibrator.
Makoa
The first time I held a football, I knew it would be more than a sport to me.
I was only a tyke, and still I remembered watching football games on television with wide eyes and a yearning desire to be one of those players. Was it kismet that I was wrapped in a University of Hawai’i onesie shortly after I was born, or was it the stars aligning early on, putting me right where I needed to be? Was it natural for a kid to have absolutely zero desire to play video games when he could be outside