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“Mano...” she said in a pleading voice. He could feel the rest of her body tense and her heart race beneath his other hand as she came closer to her release.
“Yes, pulelehua,” he encouraged in a low growl. “Fly for me, butterfly.”
With one hard stroke, Paige came apart in his arms. She shuddered and cried out, her hips bucking against his hand as he held her tight to keep her from falling to the ground.
Mano waited until her breathing slowed and her body stilled. “Let’s get you to bed.”
“I won’t argue with you on that,” she murmured.
* * *
When Paige was stable on her feet, she took Mano’s hand and let him lead her to the bed. She collapsed just at the edge, then moved quickly to remove his shirt. She wanted to see and touch him—every inch of him. He didn’t stop her. Instead, he helped her by slipping out of his suit coat and tossing it into his corner chair.
Paige opened his shirt, tugging it out of his pants so it could slip it off over his shoulders. That was when she paused and took a moment to appreciate the beauty of his body. His chest was solid muscle and just as tan as the rest of him. The few scars she’d glimpsed early that morning turned out to be more numerous than she’d expected. They were old and faded, standing out only because they were lighter than his unblemished skin. It looked almost like the chest of one of her soldiers that had taken shrapnel from an explosion.
She let her fingertips trace every ridge of muscle, tickling her way across his smooth chest and down his stomach to stroke over his six-pack abs. His skin was as soft and smooth as she wished her own could be. “I have to admit I’m a little jealous,” she said.
Mano chuckled. “Of what?” he asked.
“You have the smoothest, softest skin. Almost no body hair at all. It’s not fair, really.”
“That’s funny. I’ve always wanted some manly chest hair. Genetically, it’s just not common for my people. My father was a white man stationed here in the military, but even then, no luck. My Polynesian genes, along with my heritage, won out in the e-end.”
It seemed harder for Mano to get the words out as Paige continued to touch him. Her palms ran over his arms and shoulders, down his chest and finally to his belt. She was ready for the rest of him. Her belly burned for what would come next. The clink of the metal buckle gave way to the sound of his zipper drifting down. Impatiently, she slipped her hand inside, palming his massive erection and making a shudder run through his whole body.
“Paige,” he groaned, but she didn’t stop. It was her turn to play.
One hand stroked him while the other slipped off his pants and briefs. He stepped out of them, tossing them to the chair, as well. She figured that leaving clothing on the floor was like littering his space with land mines he would trip on later. She would be conscious to keep her own things out of his path.
Now Mano was naked, standing before her like an ancient Polynesian god. Not even the scars could detract from the carved beauty and masculinity of his body. Everything about him was large and strong. As her eyes took in his desire for her, she swallowed hard. She went to reach for him and then she remembered an important step. “Before we go any further,” Paige said. “Do you have condoms somewhere?”
Mano nodded and pointed to the bed stand. “There should be a new box in there.”
Paige opened up the drawer and pulled out the largest box of condoms she’d ever seen outside a bulk warehouse. She couldn’t contain her nervous laughter. “A twenty-count box?”
He grinned and shrugged. “I was feeling hopeful yesterday after our kiss,” he said. “I bought them at the gift shop last nigh
t. It might seem like a lot, but we are spending the week together, you know. I think a solid goal would be to use every single one before you leave.”
Paige had a hard time believing they were having sex at all, much less twenty times, but she would be happy to aim high. “Ambitious. I like that.”
Mano held still as Paige opened a condom and slowly rolled it down his length. He bit at his bottom lip as she took her time and stroked every last air pocket out.
“You’re pretty good at putting those on for a pregnant lady.”
At that, Paige laughed aloud. “Touché.” She reached out and stroked his undercarriage to punish him in the best way possible.
Mano hissed through gritted teeth and pulled away from her touch. He moved past her to the bed and threw back the comforter. Taking Paige by the wrist, he pulled her onto the bed beside him. The lengths of their whole bodies were touching, skin to skin at last, with his need for her insistently pressing against her belly.
His hands went back to her body, seeking out her sensitive center. He stroked and teased at her again until she was more than ready for him. He rolled her onto her back and she parted her thighs so he could settle there. Without hesitation, he surged forward and filled her.
Paige gasped as the pleasure-pain of it shot through her. Once the feeling faded, she lifted her hips to take all of him in, wrapping her legs around his hips to pull him in deeper. It was a delicious sensation, one unlike any feeling she’d experienced before. Judging by his tightly clenched jaw and tensed muscles, Mano was enjoying the position, too. She wanted to immediately give in to it and relieve the tension he built inside of her. They had nineteen condoms left, after all, but she knew he wasn’t about to let this end so soon.
He started by stroking long, slow and deep inside of her. Propping himself up on one arm, he cupped her breast with his free hand. Since her pregnancy, they had become extremely sensitive. The nipple pebbled at his touch, growing hard against his caress and making her moan with pleasure.
“What color are your nipples, Paige?” he asked.
Paige was startled from the sensation by his bold question. “Um...” She didn’t know what to say.
