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“They’re beautiful,” I breathed.
“That’s one of my favorite things about this place.” Trace stood beside me, his hands in his jeans pockets. “When I’m here, it’s like I’m a part of nature. The animals aren’t scared of us and they’re free to roam around undisturbed. Do you know,” he turned to me, “one time I was standing right here,” he pointed to the spot where he stood on the deck, “and a bear walked right by, stopped and looked at me, then went on its way.”
“A bear?” I squeaked, looking around in fright. “There are bears in these woods?”
He chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. “Of course there are bears. Those are woods, and that’s typically where they live.”
“Still,” I shuddered, “I don’t want to encounter a bear.”
“Live a little,” he reached for my hand, guiding me down the deck steps.
“Where are we going? You’re not going to dunk me in the ocean again are you?” I tried to pry my hand from his.
“No,” he chuckled. “Nothing like that.”
He stopped in the middle of the yard, and surrounded by all the fireflies and the chirping of the crickets, he pulled me against him and began to sway us to the music of nature.
I closed my eyes and laid my head against his chest, breathing in the moment.
The salty ocean air swirled around us, and the fireflies blinked cheerily.
I smiled to myself as his warmth soaked into me and I knew that I’d be enjoying many more moments like this for the rest of my life.
“Mmm,” I hummed, stretching my legs and arms, but keeping my eyes closed. I didn’t want to wake up.
“Wake up,” Trace coaxed and his lips skimmed over my bare stomach where my t-shirt had ridden up. “I have somewhere I want us to go.”
“I don’t wanna,” I tried to roll away from him, grasping onto the pillow.
“Trust me, you don’t want to miss this.”
“What time is it?” I mumbled.
“Early,” he chuckled, his breath skimming against my bare skin and I shivered.
Slowly, I cracked open one eye and peered at the sexy man hovering above me. “How early?”
“That’s not important,” he grinned.
“It is,” I threw an arm over my eyes. “I want to sleep.”
He swirled a finger around my belly button and my back arched off the bed as a small moan escaped my lips.
“Quit it,” I warned.
“Nope,” he jostled the bed as he climbed off.
I rolled over, thinking I had won, and curled my body against the other pillow.
But my victory was short lived.
Trace threw the covers off, grabbed one of my ankles, and pulled me from the bed.
I shrieked, thinking I was about to fall from the bed onto my face, but he caught me.
“You jerk!” I smacked his chest and pried myself from his arms.
He laughed heartily, clutching his stomach. “I know I’ve made you mad when you start calling me names.”
