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Not saying a word, I took Belle’s hand and helped her sit before lowering myself beside her. The wind was steady out here on the edge of the island, darkened waves crashing against the cliffs, but the bright moon in the sky illuminated our surroundings.
“Gorgeous,” Belle exhaled, leaning back on her hands and stretching out her legs, the wind gently pulling her hair behind her. She closed her eyes, seemingly at peace for the first time since I’d met her.
It was why I brought her here.
Whenever I felt I needed direction or clarity, I came here.
“It’s the best-kept secret on the island. Not a lot of people want to venture out this far. But the view alone is worth the price of admission.”
“It’s remarkable.”
“You should see it at sunrise. Or sunset. Since we’re on the north side, you get amazing views of both. I’ll bring you back here one morning.”
She smoothed her hair behind her ear, although it didn’t do much good, the wind nudging them back out again. “I’d like that.” She held my gaze, then eyed the cooler. “What’s in there?”
“Dessert.” I waggled my brows and unzipped the top, pulling out a chilled bottle, as well as two glasses. “Unfortunately, I didn’t think it wise to bring champagne flutes, since I tend to knock those over even on flat surfaces. So rocks glasses it is.” I showed her the bottle, and she scrunched her brows.
“I don’t recognize that champagne.”
“Because it’s not. It’s a sparkling shiraz from one of my favorite vineyards in South Australia. They only produce twenty or thirty cases a year, and I make sure to have the winemaker set a dozen bottles aside for me.”
“It must be some wine for you to go through that trouble.”
I ripped the foil from the top and twisted off the cage, tossing them both back into the cooler. When I yanked out the cork with a pop, vapor billowed out of the neck from the release of pressure.
“It most certainly is.” I poured some into her glass, then mine, before returning the bottle to the cooler, careful to keep it upright.
“Cheers.” I tilted my glass toward hers.
A smile crawled across her lips. “My brother and I have this kind of running competition in our family. Handed down from our gampy.”
“Gampy?”
“It’s what we called our grandfather. Anyway, he loved doing toasts, but it was never a simple cheers. He always said something crass, witty, or meaningful. My brother and I sort of continued his tradition.”
“Okay… Let’s see what you’ve got.”
“All right.” She straightened her spine, holding her glass toward me. Then a salacious smile tugged on her lips.
“May we kiss who we please.” She paused and leaned toward me, eyes turning sultry, seductive. “And please who we kiss.”
“You most assuredly please me.” I lowered my mouth to hers. “Do I please you?”
“I’m not sure,” she goaded. “Perhaps if you kiss me, I can make a proper determination.”
“You little tease.”
She pouted playfully. “And I thought you liked it when I teased you.”
In a move bolder than I expected from her, she palmed my crotch. I inhaled a sharp breath, my erection hardening even more.
“Goddamn,” I hissed, jaw clenching, nostrils flaring. Setting my glass out of reach, I grabbed hers, placing it beside it. Then I dug my fingers into her hair, drawing her lips to mine. “I really want to please you, Belle.”
Our mouths collided in a searing kiss, hearts pumping, tongues tasting. I edged closer, not tearing my mouth from hers, my free hand squeezing her hip before moving down her thigh. She propped up her leg so her foot was flush with the blanket, knee bent, allowing the material to fall away, thanks to the slit running up the length of her dress.
I grasped the bare flesh, the raw heat coming off her encouraging me to kiss her harder, deeper, rougher. Barely able to breathe, I tore my lips from hers, burying my head in her neck, nipping her soft skin.
With a moan, she pulled me closer, hips circling as her body all but begged me to give her a much-needed release.
My hand trailed to the inside of her thigh, thumb ghosting against her center. She whimpered, her hold on me tightening.
I forced her eyes to mine. “I want to please you here.” I brushed against her panties, the slight touch eliciting another low mewl, her body warming. “Is that okay?”
She simply nodded.
“Words, Belle. I need your permission. I won’t go any further unless you tell me you want this.”
“Yes, Chris,” she breathed huskily. “I want this.”
