Crossing the Line by Karla Doyle

thoroughly opposed to, thanks to his absentee mother and abusive drunk of a father—until Hanna.
    He snagged a red flower from one of the gardens alongside the path and crouched so she could slide from his back. He knelt on the warm, stone path and tucked the flower under the bikini string riding the sexy curve of her hip. Soft hands rested on his shoulders. Rumpled auburn hair framed the face smiling down at him. The face of an angel. That’s how the world saw her, and it fit. Hanna was loving, kind and smart. Too good for him. Always had been, though luckily for him, she refused to see it.
    “You look…serious,” she said, her smile wavering.
    His fault, but easy to fix. “That couple got me thinking about our wedding. How I couldn’t stop grinning, even stuck in the damn monkey suit.”
    “Oh.” The smile returned, brighter than ever. “You were totally hot in that tux and you know it.”
    “Whatever. Nobody was looking at me, baby. All eyes were on you.” He curled his hands around her calves. Moved higher, touching every inch of silky skin on the way up. “Watching you walk toward me…I kept wondering how I’d gotten so lucky. And how long I’d have to wait before I could get under that dress.”
    “So, so bad.”
    “Oh yeah.” He laughed at her halfhearted shove, stood and scooped her hand into his. He brushed the pad of his thumb over the stone in her engagement ring. The only thing he’d been able to afford back then, the small diamond wasn’t much to look at. “About time I replaced this with something bigger.”
    “I love this ring. Besides, size doesn’t matter.”
    “Good thing I’m relatively secure about my manhood.”
    “Relatively. Uh-huh.”
    “See, now I’m starting to worry. I’m gonna need reassuring when we get back to the room.”
    “Translation—blowjob.”
    “This is why I married a smart girl—for her excellent language skills.” An eye roll—she’d pay for that one. He had her over his shoulder in two seconds. She shrieked and giggled from his combination of tickling and spanking for the remainder of the walk to their cabin. He deposited her on solid ground and pulled the keycard from his swim trunks’ pocket.
    “Oh no, my bag. I left it at the pool and my room key’s in it.”
    “I’ll run back and grab it.” He kissed the crease between her eyebrows, then pushed the door open. “Go in and get dressed. I promised you shopping, and it’s already past three.”
    “But—what about the blowjob?”
    “You’d rather suck my cock than go shopping?” At her nod, his dick went from getting-there to could-poke-an-eye-out rigid. He caught her hand and curled it around his hard-on, grinning when her bottom lip dropped. “You want that in your mouth, my sexy little cock-zombie?”
    “You know I do.” Down to her knees she went, right there in the open doorway.
    The swim trunks rustled and his cock sprang free. “Jesus,” he said as her lips closed over the head. The warmth of her mouth surrounded him as she sucked him deeper. All soft and tight and wet. Then the vibrations, god-fucking-damn.
    The hum started on his dick. Spread to his balls and some deeper place that made him mindless of everything except for the single fact that his dick was getting sucked. So fucking good. How many times had she blown him—hundreds, thousands? It’d never be enough.
    The air-conditioning unit kicked on inside their cabin. Hanna shivered at the rush of cool air. He couldn’t resist. A little tug on the ties behind her neck and the bikini top fell away. “Much better.”
    She shook her head and smiled around his cock. Batted those long, dark eyelashes at him and took every last inch of him down her throat.
    He braced himself on either side of the doorframe. Felt as if he could’ve crushed it in his palms. Had to keep his hands there—if he let go, they’d be on her head, holding her in place while he fucked her mouth. Later.
    Except, later it’d be Jer’s dick