"Mmmm," I hum instinctively, my fingers threading through his hair. “Tell me more,” I grin.
He smiles against my lips.
"Tonight," he promises between deep, sensual kisses, "I'm locking us in my bedroom. I want you all to myself,” he growls before sucking on my bottom lip.
Fuck.
My pussy clenches when I feel his hard cock twitch against my center.
“But it's too nice out to stay inside today,” he adds.
I follow his gaze toward the windows where turquoise waves sparkle beneath the clear sky.
“What do you think about a beach day?" he suggests.
I answer by brushing my nose against his and nodding.
In one fluid motion, he pivots, pressing my back against the wall.
His mouth claims mine in a deep kiss that steals the air from my lungs as our bodies fit together like we’ve done this a thousand times.
I sink into him, my hands gripping his shoulders as his palms slide down my waist, pulling me closer.
He groans against my lips, like it takes all his effort to hold himself back.
And when we finally break apart, it’s not because we’re done.
It’s a promise for more later.
Paradise sprawlsout before us as lazy waves roll in from the teal-blue ocean and kiss the shore. The sea breeze carries in the tropical smell of salt, coconut, and sunscreen.
I sink deeper into my chair with my legs sprawled out, piña colada in one hand, and my Kindle in the other. The glass is freezing against my fingers, dripping everywhere, but I'm too focused on fake-reading to care.
How the hell am I supposed toactuallyread when Owen is right next to me looking like that?
Along with everyone else on the beach, I can’t help but shamelessly check him out.
I hold my Kindle directly in front of my face and sneak a glance at Owen out of the corner of my eye. He's all stretched out with his muscular arms behind his head, skin bare and sun-kissed, while staring at the ocean like he hasn't got a single care in the world.
Thank God for my sunglasses, or he’d totally catch me eye-fucking him.
Ugh.
He’s so freaking hot.
Like, offensively hot.
His bright orange trunks hang so low on his hips that I have to force myself not to stare at the sharp lines disappearing beneath the waistband. I know where those lines lead… and God, I can’t stop thinking about it.
I bite the inside of my cheek and drop my eyes back to my Kindle, attempting to read the same sentence for the hundredth time.
I’m such a mess, sitting here trying to act normal when every cell in my body is on fire because Owen is literally two feet away in nothing but swim shorts.
I’m still trying to process that last night actually happened.
After years of pining after him in secret, I finally know what it’s like for Owen to want me back.
It's invigorating and devastating all at once.
