“It’s not that complicated. Don’t sleep with anyone else. Lie on the beach with me and nap in the sun. Let me take your picture. Learn a new recipe in my tiny kitchen. Play a game of Scrabble on the deck. Tell me about your day while we hike to Hidden Cove and watch the sunset.”
“I haven’t slept with anyone else since before the funeral. Are we doing all these things as friends?”
I hesitate, twirling my hair around my fingers. The waiter returns with a brown paper bag. Dayton pays the check and stands.
He guides me out of the restaurant with a hand on my lower back. We make our way down to the beach. The moonlight casts a glow on the sand and the waves. The debris from the storm is still littering the beach.
My heart skips a beat when he reaches for my hand and interlaces our fingers.
“Is this something a nice guy would do?”
“Yes,” I squeak.
We’re just holding hands, but it feels almost as intimate as being in bed with him. After everything we shared at dinner, the tension between us has shifted. It’s still there; it’s just less of us resisting the desire to fuck the person we hate and more of us trying to resist the desire to fuck someone we’re really starting to like.
“Thank you for having dinner with me,” he says.
“Thank you for dinner.”
We’re about halfway home now, and he pulls me to a stop. “You want to try your dessert?”
I nod, and we sit down on the sand. I tuck my feet underneath me. He pulls the plastic container out of the bag and unwraps the spoon.
He scoops a bite of it out and holds it to my lips.
I moan. “Tastes like heaven. You have to try it.”
He holds up another bite for me. I’m about to open my mouth to eat it when he turns the spoon over and smears it across my neck. He leans closer, his gaze meeting mine briefly before his tongue is on me. He licks it once before his lips make contact, and he sucks the rest of it off.
“Hmm, you’re right; this does taste like heaven.” He continues kissing my neck.
My eyes roll back in my head. I grip his arm, my thighs clenching together as my core heats. His hand moves around and cups my side, his fingers squeezing my waist. He gently pushes me back against the sand. His body moves over mine, but he’s supporting his weight with his other hand.
He trails the kisses from my neck up until he finds my lips with his. His kiss is sweet, like caramel. He threads his fingers through my hair and holds on tight. I feel his erection on my hip, and I can’t believe he’s already rock hard just from kissing me.
I reach down to cup him. He groans intomy mouth, thrusting against my hand. His dick brushes over my clit. I love the feeling of his weight on me. My hands move up to wrap around his neck. I pull him down more, wanting to feel him all over me, everywhere he can possibly touch.
His movements grow more aggressive. His knee shoves my thighs apart, making space for him between them. I moan into his mouth when he presses against me harder. A bud of pleasure is already starting to build just from him dry-humping me.
His tongue is exploring my mouth, tasting me. He’s panting, his hips rocking slow and steady. I move my hands down to his shoulders, wishing I were naked and he were fucking me right now. I reach down to pull my dress up higher. I tilt my hips up, meeting each of his thrusts and trying to get him closer.
He pulls back, biting my lower lip and scraping his teeth over it. My eyes flutter open to meet his. My hand comes between us, and I wrap it around his erection again. He closes his eyes, his body growing still.
“Fuck,” he breathes, slowly pulling back from me.
I whimper when he rolls off of me. He sits up in the sand, his head dropping low as he rests his elbows on his knees.
“I’m sorry. I got carried away,” he exhales.
I sit up beside him, my hand trailing over his back. I want to tell him I don’t care. I want to tell him to get back on top of me and to lose the pants this time.
“I didn’t mind.”
He lifts his head. “I want it to mean more the next time it happens. I want it to be more than just sex for you.”
It’s not lost on me that he’s implying it already is more than just sex for him. I don’t know exactly where I am with him emotionally right now. All I know is that he turns me on like no man ever has.
And he flew here just to show me how sorry he was for hurting me.
