Burning up the Rain (Hawaiian Heroes) (32 page)

She laid one finger over his lips and opened her own into a perfect “o”, putting out the tip of her tongue to lick them. “But Jack, I don’t wanna have a virgin mouth anymore.”

He froze. “Ah…really? Now?”

She nodded, already urging him around so that he leaned back against the rock. She tugged his shirt up, and he lifted his arms, letting her pull it up. She left him to deal with it, reaching for the waistband of his shorts. She unzipped him and freed him from his blue bikini briefs. His cock sprang into her hands, hot and silky and flushed with arousal, a clear bead of moisture on the tip.

He filled her hand, her fingertips just meeting her thumb as she stroked him up and down. And the way he shuddered and groaned, watching her raptly, filled her with a heady sense of her feminine power. He was beautiful, a half-nude golden man against the backdrop of her Hawaii, and she was seeing the part of him he kept private. His rampant maleness, displayed for her alone. She wanted to worship at his altar, give him every pleasure.

Kneeling between his feet, she looked up into his eyes and licked the drop of arousal from the broad, flushed head of his cock. His big hands came up, his fingers spearing into her hair, and he shuddered again. His eyes drooped, his face taut and flushed. “Ah, baby, that is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

She licked him into her mouth, swirling her tongue over his hot, silken flesh, reveling in his taste, his texture and heat. Then she took him deeper and let him slide back out. He jerked in her hands, stiffening even more.

“Yeah,” he groaned. “Just like that. Oh God, I’ve died and gone to heaven, that must be it. My own naughty Hawaiian angel.”

As much as he obviously loved what she was doing, Lalei was surprised when after only a few more luscious passes, Jack pulled her off him, his hands tightening in her hair.

“Baby, about five more seconds of that and I’m gonna come in your mouth,” he said hoarsely. “And I don’t think you’re ready for that. Besides, I want to be inside you, make you a happy wahine.”

He reached under her dress, pulling at her panties, and she shimmied her hips, letting them fall around her ankles. As she stepped out of them, he pulled her skirt up and then sat back on the rock and helped her kneel on the rock astride his legs. His hand cupped her pussy, his fingers delving into her slick and knowing as she pulled her sweater off and yanked her halter top over her head.

“Oh, yeah,” he approved. “Give me some of that. You have the prettiest breasts I’ve ever seen.”

He bent his head, sucking one nipple into his mouth, and stroking the other with his hand wet from her arousal. As sensation shot through her, Lalei moaned, throwing her head back, her hair sliding over her bare back as he caressed her front. But her pussy ached with need, and she sank down on him, reaching for his cock as it bobbed against her inner thigh, all questing power and need, searching for her.

He groaned as she stroked the head of his cock into her labia. “So wet, and hot, just for me.”

“All for you.” She sank down on him, and he filled her up, all the empty places. He held her close in his arms, surging under her as she rode him until they both cried out in ecstasy.

The Ho’omalus celebrated with a dinner on the beach lanai. They were ebullient, their laughter carrying on the soft evening air.

Lalei happened to glance over at the dock, thatched roof rustling in the breeze while behind it the sun sank into a bank of clouds. She gazed at the beautiful colors, from coral to lavender reflected in the clouds and sea. The palm trees on the point swayed gently. A peaceful, tropical scene, quintessentially Hawaii.

And she was exactly where she wanted to be, with people she loved and admired.

Was it only a week ago she’d stepped ashore here at Nawea? For an instant she saw again the busy dock the day they’d arrived, full of guests under the hot mid-day sun. And herself, stiff with nerves and anger, feeling like an outsider among her happy cousins. Wanting Jack, even while she tried not to.

She turned to watch him as he spoke, noting again his easy way with her family. Daniel caught her eye and winked solemnly. She giggled and clapped a hand over her mouth at the girlish sound. She
never
giggled. But on the other hand, who the heck cared? She was happy.

How very different her life was in such a short time. Oh, she still had to make peace with Suzy, but she loved her mother. Maybe losing the house would turn out to be good for both of them. Suzy could sell some of the antiques she and Lalei’s father had collected, and get herself a condo in Honolulu.

As for her daughter, Lalei had plans, plans she couldn’t wait to share with Jack. Nerves twisted in her stomach as she wondered what he would think of them. She took a deep breath and reminded herself to relax. She was in charge of her own fate now and everything would work out.

“A toast,” Homu boomed, raising his mai tai. “To all our children, for working together to protect our home.”

“‘Ae,” Tina agreed proudly. “To all of you.”

Their smiles encompassed not only Daniel and David, but their wives, Bella and Joel, and Jack and Lalei.

“To our ohana,” David agreed.

“To our ohana, and to Hawaii.” Jack and Lalei clinked their glasses of sparkling juice and Lalei leaned over to kiss him, not caring if anyone saw. He didn’t seem to mind a bit that his drink was non-alcoholic.

She was aware it wouldn’t always be this easy for him, but with Pele’s blessing and God’s help, anything was possible. She and the other Ho’omalus were living proof of that.

After the dinner was cleared away, Jack and Lalei wandered down along the beach, hand in hand. He was feeling pretty damn pleased with life. The development had been halted, he was in paradise with the woman he loved, and, last but not least, it didn’t bother him a bit that others had rum in their mai tais at dinner while he drank juice.

“So,” she said, gazing out to sea. “I’ve been thinking about moving over here, to Kona. There’s an empty shop on the esplanade that would be just right for a gallery.”

“Yeah?” he asked. “That’s great. You’d leave Honolulu, huh?”

She nodded. “Homu and Tina think it’s a great idea. So do the guys. That way their art could be for sale here in Kona, instead of just on Oahu.”

He bowed his head as he scuffed his bare toe in the damp sand. He sighed. “I have to go back to California for a while, at least. But I’ve been thinking about coming back here and talking to Sondra Baker about buying into her realty.”

She nodded.

“That’d be okay with you?” he asked warily. “I mean, you wouldn’t worry about her and me?”

“Oh, Jack, of course not.” After the way he’d made love to her? Not in this lifetime. “But what about us?”

He stroked her hair back as the evening breeze blew it across her cheek. “Lalei, I love you. More than I ever thought it possible to love a woman. But you deserve a whole man. I’m—I’m an alcoholic, or a drunk, as Lenny so poetically put it. It’s something I’ll always have to deal with. I’ve just finally accepted that about myself. I need to go to counseling, treatment. Then, when I get a handle on this, we can talk about us.”

He didn’t know what he expected. Maybe that she would smile and assure him she’d wait faithfully.

Instead, her arching brows drew together, a storm gathering in her eyes. He swore he could see lightning flicker in their depths. “Jack Nord, if you think I’m going to wait around for you to declare yourself, you better think again. I love you, no matter what. And I’m going to marry you, so get used to it.”

He couldn’t help the wide, stupid grin that spread across his face. His heart was swelling with tenderness, so big it felt as if it might burst from his chest. “You are, huh?”

She narrowed those Ho’omalu eyes at him. “I am. I know you have to get straight with your drinking, but I also know you can do it. There are treatment centers right here in the islands, you know. You can stay there or with me in the house I’m going to rent.

“And besides, I want Suzy off my back about getting married. If you try to leave this island before you put a ring on my finger, I’ll create such a storm they won’t get any planes out of here for days.”

He started to laugh; he couldn’t help it. “Isn’t that irresponsible use of rain? Even to get your mother off your back?”

She laid one hand over his heart, hers shining in her eyes. It was like gazing into forever. “For you, Jack, I would set the rain on fire.”

He groaned, everything in him responding to her. He pressed his hand over hers. “Believe me, when you make love to me, baby, you burn up the rain.”

Joyful certainty settling in his very bones, he dropped to one knee before her in the sand and held her hands in his as he gazed up into those fierce, warrior-queen eyes.

“Lalei Kai-Ho’omalu, I love you. Will you marry me?”

“For better or worse,” she promised, her eyes going soft with love as her long hair blew forward around her face. “Yes, Jack Nord, I will.”

Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to the delicate tattoos on each of her hands, so slender yet so strong. “Then I’ll do my best to live up to your faith in me.”

Standing, he bent and slid one arm behind her knees, lifting her high in his arms. She slipped her arms around his neck and hung on, her cheek against his. “And I’ll do my best to keep the storms away.”

“Nah, let ’em come,” he said, bearing her up across the lawn to the house and his bed. “We’ll get through them together.”

About the Author

Cathryn Cade lives in the Big Sky Country of Montana. She and her family share their property with a golden retriever, and the various deer, antelope and elk that wander through their hay fields. From her computer, Cathryn looks out across the prairie at the rugged Rocky Mountains. Without much effort, she can visualize the cowboys, Indians and vigilantes who once rode the range—some from her own family.

When she’s not inhabiting her fantasy world—um, when she’s not writing—she is usually reading, quilting or trying a new recipe. She also enjoys boating with her husband, hiking and exploring their home state’s colorful history in museums and ghost towns.

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Born to defend his people, he will sacrifice everything…for her.

Walking in Fire

© 2012 Cathryn Cade

Hawaiian Heroes, Book 1

Nawea Bay, a remote Hawaiian paradise, is just the haven Melia Carson needs to escape the chill of heartache. Instead, she finds herself swept up in a tropical heat wave, fueled by her unexpected attraction to a handsome native she meets on a snorkel tour.

He’s big, powerful, hot enough to melt her defenses—and he’s not all he seems. How else could he survive an injury that should have killed him…and why does she dream of him garbed in ancient native dress and wreathed in flames?

David “Malu” Ho’omalu is on the Big Island to find and destroy a cache of dangerous designer drugs before they can be sold to his people. Fending off amorous female tourists is part of the job, but one look in Melia’s blue eyes, and his instincts scream that she is his.

As Melia surrenders to the desire burning between them, she discovers more than a fiery heritage that defies modern logic. She discovers a man who would descend into the molten heart of the volcano to protect his island. And her…if she can find the strength to trust her heart to him.

Warning
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Hot, hot Hawaiian hero with volcanic passion on his mind. Better pack a heat-proof bikini for this island paradise.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Walking in Fire:

Malu set the cooler down and leaned back on the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. His biceps bulged. Melia realized she was staring again and looked quickly away. Darn it, she had to quit that. She had the mad urge to race out of the house and dive into the water again, to quell the flush of heat under her skin—equal parts arousal and embarrassment. She always seemed to be flushed around him, as if heat emanated from his very persona.