“I understand,” Erin says. “Take the weekend. Distract yourself. I won’t be here Monday, but maybe I’ll see you Sunday at SeaBreeze?”
I glance at Yosh. How does she know?
Erin places her hand on my arm. “SeaBreeze is my husband’s beach club. Calvin hosts his monthly parties with us.”
“Oh.” I keep my tone flat. “Didn’t know that.”
“That’s how Calvin and I know each other. He and my husband go way back.”
She pushes her chair back. “Yosh? You ready? Meeting starts in five.”
He nods, waits until she’s a few steps ahead, then leans in close to my ear.
“Beach. Noon. Bring your things.” A pause. “Avoid my ex.”
We’re standing in front of what’s quickly becoming my favorite house on the island. Not much has changed, maybe a few new cracks in the stucco. A section of fence is finally surrendering, or has it always been like that? Hard to tell. At least the tree in the yard looks happier than it did last weekend.
I never asked how his meeting with the contractor went. They probably bailed the second they saw the place. Or started calculating their Christmas bonus before they even hit the porch.
Either way, I’ll ask later.
Right now, there are other priorities.
Yosh fumbles with the lock.
I grab his wrist.
He starts to say something, but I yank him close before he can, my mouth finds his. We kiss, open-mouthed and hungry.
We collide.
We chase.
He melts, and I take everything I can.
The keys jingle uselessly to the floor as we crash through the door of Villa Crumble Aparté.
We twist and stumble. A box tips over. A plank of wood gets in the way. I kick a paint can aside , steering him through the chaos of the living room.
All fire and feral, my hands map familiar places.
His hips. The dimples on his back.
That perfectly shaped ass where I’m planning to sink my teeth in later.
He laughs into my mouth, and I steal the sound with another kiss.
I love how we devour each other. It’s hard and greedy, all heat and friction.
I show him dominance, and he gives me something I thought only existed in my writing.
We hit the bedroom and I slam the door shut with my shoulder, spinning him and pinning him there before he can say a word. I can feel the rapid beat of his heart thundering against my chest.
His hands go straight into my hair, mine go to the waistband of his corduroy shorts. I drag him in until there’s nowhere left for him to breathe but against me.
That’s when he thrusts forward, grinding his thickening cock against mine like he wants to see what happens when he provokes me a little.
And my body is a traitor. My cock pulses for him, hard and stupid and eager.
