From Different Walks of Life

Harleys in Hawaii

    It amazed me that I couldn't hear the sound of the ocean while I was lying in bed in our cabin. Truth be told, it was disappointing. The scent around me, though, as I awoke the next morning was a pleasant one.

    Spoons had actually gone on late into the evening, and by the time Tom and I had made it back to our cabin, we had barely crawled into bed before falling asleep. It had been a fun game, for sure, and I'd finally felt relaxed around our companions, but this bed was certainly a pleasant place to be too.

    I had quickly changed into pajama shorts and a tshirt to sleep in, while the man wrapped around me had come to bed in his black boxers and nothing else. His breath was still steady against the back of my neck, and I knew he was still asleep. I carefully turned over to face him, admiring his handsome face, and traced a fingertip along his sharp jawline. He smelled like leather, and sandalwood, and clean man, and it was a scent I knew I could never get enough of. His skin was warm against mine, and I moved my face closer, carefully rubbing my nose against his before ever-so-gently kissing him.

    "Mmm. Good morning." Tom smiled before opening his eyes.

    "Hi." I smiled back, and smiled wider when his beautiful blue eyes met mine. "How did you sleep?"

    "Better with you where you belong." Tom pulled me close to him, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed me deeply.

    "I kinda like it here." I said. "It's an awesome view." Tom laughed.

    "You think this one's good, you should see mine." He said, and I rolled my eyes, palming his face, pushing away so I could get out of bed and move to the bathroom. "That's right, darling, even better! I love seeing you walk away!"

    "You're an idiot, you know that, right?" I hollered from the restroom, and I heard him laugh. When I left the restroom, and was washing my hands, I glanced in the mirror, I saw that Tom looking out the window of our cabin, slipping on a pair of swim trunks. I raised my eyebrows as I caught a glimpse of his sculpted ass as he pulled the trunks on, and I swallowed. Damn, I was in bed with that.

    "Like what you see?" Tom had suddenly stepped in front of me, and pulled me close.

    "Ah, yes, yes I do." I looked up at him, licking my lips. His hands slid around my waist, and under my shirt ever so carefully.

    "So do I." He pressed his lips against mine, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I tightened my arms around his neck as he backed me up against the bathroom counter, lifting me up to sit on it. I moaned a little as his hands slid up my sides and across my back, my skin nearly burning where he had touched.

    "God, Kat . . ." Tom's voice was husky as his lips moved against mine, his eyes closing as my fingers raked through his hair. He gripped my legs with his hands, wrapping them around his waist, and then moved to pull my shirt over my head. My heart was pounding – was I really going to do this?? I could barely think as I moved my lips from Tom's mouth to his collarbone. Tom moaned . . . And there was a loud knock at our door.

    "Oh, we'd better see who that is." I pushed him back and hopped off the counter, bending down to grab my shirt.

    "Yeah, yeah." Tom coughed, heading for the bathroom. I could see the bulge in his pants, and immediately regretted that knock at the door. I reached for him before he shut the door.

    "Um, can we . . . Continue this later?" I asked, glancing down and grinning. He smiled back, biting his lip and shaking his head.

    "God I hope so."