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“Anything. Everything. But I really love anything hazelnut, like Nutella, coffee creamer, dessert, and so on.”
“I’ll put it all on the grocery list, then.”
It’s nice to talk about things I don’t need to lie about. Yes. I’m hiding who my family really is, but not who I really am. Because to me, Rose Bennett and Rose O’Leary are the same person. We share the same interests and passions, the same favorite things. My past doesn’t define me as a person. Liam is my future, and I want Michael there with us. If it’s possible when the truth is finally revealed.
“Can I ask another serious question?”
I nod because all we’ve been doing is talking about our favorite things. None of which I’d define as serious. “Do you want to know what my favorite movie is now? It’s Beauty and the Beast if so.”
Michael drowns the rest of his wine, and when he takes my glass from me, I know he means it. “Why did you leave that night at the club? Why didn’t you stay for me?”
I had been expecting this question for a while now. “Honestly? I got scared. I wanted the memory of our time together to remain perfect and was worried that I…that I wouldn’t live up to your expectations. That you would regret what we did, and I—”
Michael cups my face between his hands and quiets my words with a crushing kiss. I’m breathless when he pulls away, momentarily forgetting what we had been talking about to begin with. “I don’t regret a single moment of our night together. It’s all I think about. You are all I can think about. I have no expectations for you to live up to because you are perfect the way you are.”
I press forward and kiss him lightly on the lips. “I’m sorry I left.”
“Just promise me you won’t leave again,” he whispers.
I shiver, but not because of his hot breath brushing against my mouth. But because he’s asking for something I don’t know if I can give. I’m so tired of all the lies, and to avoid making up one more, I ask, “Can we take a walk on the beach?”
“I’d love to.”
We slip out of our shoes to enjoy the warm sand beneath our bare feet. The breeze coming off the water is cool enough that I wrap myself around his arm to seek the warmth he provides. Like a beacon of light, the moon illuminates the beach, and the rhythmic crashing of the waves offers a soothing soundtrack for the night. We kiss the edge of the tide as we walk, and a sense of calm fills me with each wave that washes over my feet.
He stops and turns toward me, doing it so abruptly that he takes me by surprise. Swallowing hard, he leans forward to rest his forehead on mine.
“Where have you been all my life?” he whispers, barely audible above the roaring ocean beside us.
“Waiting for you.”
26
Rose
At my answer, he inhales sharply before his mouth falls on mine in a frenzy of sweet passion. His fingers slide into my mass of silky auburn hair and grip my face tightly. He nips at my bottom lip, and I moan into his mouth before his tongue dives back in. Michael’s hand slides down to grab the zipper of my dress and tugs slowly.
I pull away. “Wait. We’re on the beach, outside.”
“And?” He tries to kiss me, but I stay back.
“Someone might see us.”
“Okay.” He tries again and frowns when I deny him once more. “Rose, I reserved this private beach for the night because I wanted it to be just the two of us. No one else is here but you and me.”
It’s crazy. An insane idea. But something in his voice sounds so sure, so confident, that my resolve falters.
“Tell me yes, Rose,” he begs against my mouth.
“Yes,” I breathe out with no hesitation because I’m so completely lost to him.
Michael bends down, places one arm behind my knees and slips the other around my waist before he picks me up in one sweeping movement.
“I want you, Michael. Please, don’t make me wait.” I plead, trying to appease the throbbing ache growing in my pussy.
“Patience, rossa.” He chuckles as he walks us back to the picnic area.
Setting me down on the blanket, he rises and slowly strips for me. I want to touch him, help him undress, but I’m too caught up in his show to move. My eyes follow each article of clothing he removes and eat up every inch of smooth bronze skin he reveals. His chiseled abs, his defined chest and shoulders, his muscled arms…every inch of him is hard and perfect. He drops his pants, pulling his briefs with them. My eyes trace that delicious V of his hips that points to the most impressive part of Michael. His cock juts out, long and thick, flushed a dark red, and already leaking pre-cum. I lick my lips at the sight and slowly raise my eyes to find him staring down at me with a hunger I can’t explain.
