“Wildcat,” he said, forgetting about taking off his shirt. She lifted her eyebrows, distracted, but didn’t move her eyes from his chest. “You like this?” Kona pulled off his shirt one shoulder at a time and bit down on his bottom lip when Keira’s eyes grew even wider. He took her wrist, pulling her toward him and directed her fingers onto his chest. “You can touch me.” She took a step, still staring at him like she’d never seen anything like him before. “Anything I have, you can take.”
“Can I…” she moved in closer and Kona thought he’d explode from the tentative touches she made against his chest, how her nails tickled his nipple. Her other hand came around his waist, thumb rubbing his side before she moved her fingers over his abdomen. “Can I kiss you… here?” Keira placed an open-mouth kiss on his pec and Kona’s fingers when straight into her hair.
It took everything in him not to groan at the hot slide of her tongue on his nipple. “You can touch me anywhere, Wildcat. Any fucking where you want. Oh… shit.”
And Kona let her explore his body, tried to hold some semblance of control when Keira’s mouth went over his chest, when her nails slid up his back. One hand on his spine, the other flicking his nipple and Kona felt staggered, weighted down by how good, how eager she was, like she couldn’t get enough of him.
Keira looked up at him and those big, blue eyes told him so much. They told him how badly she wanted him, how she couldn’t do without the taste and feel of him. “Kona, you’re almost too much. Almost too perfect.”
“I’m not perfect, Keira.” He moved her head, angled her face closer to him. “Just blessed with good Hawaiian genes.” He liked her smile, liked how it lit up her entire face. And then Kona’s humor vanished as he looked at her, as she moved closer, that beautiful mouth so close and tempting. Her eyes were softer, but burned with something Kona recognized, something that blazed. “Keep looking at me like that, Wildcat and I’ll forget about going slow.”
“I don’t want slow.” Keira kissed his neck, nibbled up his throat until she pulled his ear between her teeth. “I just want you.”
He lifted her up, legs back where they belonged around his waist, his hands on the sweet swell of her ass and Kona kissed her hard, forgetting for a moment that she was too good for quick, forgetting that she didn’t want easy, that he needed to set the pace. Her mouth on his, those plump, high tits smashed against his bare chest had him forfeiting anything he’d told her about being calm. He was going to take her. The bed was right there, just next to him and he even managed to sit on it, with her still wrapped around him. Kona tried to remember how many condoms he had in his wallet, how he had to be gentle with her and then, the door flew open and Leann’s loud shout of “oh shit” stopped all thought.
“Leann,” Keira said, extracting herself from Kona’s lap.
“I’m sorry. I… shit, I didn’t think…” the girl turned around, moving quickly to her side of the room to dig through her closet. Keira followed her and Kona used the interruption to finally put on that gray t-shirt. He heard their low whispers, little reprimands that Leann made to Keira that had Kona’s temper flaring.
“What exactly did I interrupt?” he heard Leann whisper. He couldn’t hear what Keira said, her voice was lower, calmer, but Kona did see how quickly Keira’s demeanor changed, how she let whatever Leann said to her transform her.
Finally, tired of the bickering, Kona faced them. “I didn’t do anything, if that’s what you’re worried about.” The two girls stopped arguing, both quickly directing their attention to Kona. He hated that Keira wouldn’t look at him, that she curled her arms over her chest like she was hiding again. “And, if I’m being honest, Leann, it’s really none of your business what we were doing.”
“Look, Kona, my cousin is…”
“Your cousin is an adult and fully capable of making her own decisions,” Keira interrupted. Kona was impressed. Keira dropped her arms to her side and she glared at Leann with her eyes shining. “You got what you need, right?” Keira nodded toward the bag in Leann’s hand and her cousin nodded once. “Good. I’ll see you tomorrow after you get back from rehearsal.”
“Keira…”
She stopped whatever Leann was going to say by moving across the room to open the door. “Night, Leann.”
Leann looked once at Kona as though he would back her up, but he only offered her a smirk and then a dismissive jerk of his head and the girl left the room.