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“You are enough,” he whispers and rubs his fingers over the words. “You’re more than enough. You’re everything, beautiful. Who’s made you feel like you weren’t?”Beautiful.I melt under his words as he begins to rub the sunscreen into my skin.
I swallow and shake my head grateful that he can’t see my face. “I…no one.”
“Bullshit. Tell me.” His voice is gruff and I briefly consider giving in. I consider telling him that I got it in response to the abandonment issues that have plagued me my whole life. Now that Micah has resurfaced, I hate that I have something so permanent on my skin reminding me that I’ve spent too much time longing for his presence. Especially now that I’m not even sure how I feel about his recent reappearance.
“I…not now.”
He spins me around to look at him. “Do you not trust me?”
“Of course, I do…I just…” I trail off, not wanting to have this conversation now. “Want to get in the pool!” I giggle as I pull out of his grasp and dive into the deep end of our pool. When I resurface, he’s staring down at me with a smile on his face before he pulls his sunglasses off and follows suit.
He pops up next to me and I watch in fascination as the water clings to him. His hair. His eyelashes. His chest. The water trickles down him in rivulets and I watch in fascination as it does. My feet don’t touch the bottom so I move towards a shallower area when I feel his hand around my wrist and he hauls me towards him, safely above the water. On instinct, I clamber around him and climb onto his back, wrapping my legs around his waist. I feel my sex opening up and my clit clenches in response to the fact that it’s pressed up against his back. I squeeze my legs around him tighter and wrap my arms around his neck. “Thanks for the ride.” I giggle as he moves slowly around the pool.
“I’ll admit it bothered me that you invited him,” he starts as he wades slowly in the six feet waters. “I thought maybe…you were trying to fill a void that I couldn’t fill.” I gasp and go to speak up when he continues. “I know it’s selfish because you deserve the opportunity if you want it. I just…I’m being stupid. I was jealous.” I move from his back so that I can face him and wrap my legs around his front. I pull back slightly and grab his face to make our eyes lock.
“Listen to me,” I start. His arms lock around my back and in this moment, I’m not thinking about how sexual our position is. I’m only concerned with making him understand. “No one,not even the person responsible for half of my DNA, can take your place. You’re…” I turn my head to the side to avoid his deep penetrating gaze. He turns my chin slowly towards him so that I meet his eyes. He squints slightly due to the sun but I can still read the look in his crystal blue eyes almost perfectly. “You’re…you.”
He doesn’t say anything; he just continues to stare at me before he must realize the compromising position, we’re in. He clears his throat and backs us slowly into shallow waters before setting me on my feet. “Are you hungry? I was thinking maybe we can go into the city for dinner?”
Even though the moment has passed, I can still feel the heat on my skin from our close proximity. My back still feels his hands and my legs still feel the hardness of his body between them.Fuck, I want to touch him again.I want to run my hands over every hard, lean plane of his body. I want his arms wrapped around me again in protection.In possession.
“Stass?” I realize I’ve completely spaced out as he begins to get out of the pool. He turns his back to me pretty quickly but not before I can catch a glimpse of the hard-on he’s sporting beneath the red swim trunks. I can’t tear my gaze away from it and I find myself backing up slowly to catch it at a better angle as he makes his way to his chair. He grabs his towel and his empty glass and turns back towards me. I frown when I realize he must have hidden it in the waistband in that way men try to hide their erections.
I don’t even try to hide the pout that finds my face.
“What?” he asks and I shake my head, remembering his question.
“Sorry, ummm, food sounds great. Where are we going?”
“There’s this spot that your mother and I discovered last summer. It’s right on the water. I think you’ll really like it.”
I nod, as I try to ignore the weird feeling in my stomach brought on by Dominic mentioning my mother.Why did that thought bother me so much?
“Stassi, you ready?!” I hear from downstairs and a spike of panic shoots me as I am nowherenearready. I just figured out what I’m going to wear; a short, white, flowy tank dress that comes to just about mid thigh. It’s a v-neck and I’m grateful that I don’t have to wear a bra and that the material is thick enough to not expose my nipples or my nipple ring nor do I have any ridiculous tan lines from my swimsuit. I’ve pulled my curly hair, that is much curlier than usual due to the humidity, up into a high ponytail on the top of my head before letting a few strands fall to frame my face. However, none of that matters at the moment because I don’t have a stitch of makeup on and I’m not going anywhere until I at least put on some mascara.
“Five minutes!” I open my door and scream down the stairs which is followed by an immediate chuckle.
“So that means fifteen?”
I stick my tongue out at him even though I know he can’t see me before closing my bedroom door again and darting towards the bathroom. The room is all white because my mom always believed that all white sheets and comforters made you feel like you were at a hotel, so she decorated the house like we were at a swanky resort. I dart into my bathroom as I sprits some of my Dior perfume and pull out my mascara and a bit of bronzer to bring out the tan I got today. I finish the look with my favorite matte red lipstick before puckering my lips at the mirror. I throw on my wedges with silk straps that tie around my ankles before making my way out of my bedroom.
When I make it to the bottom, I spot Dominic sitting on the couch in the living room, looking as if he’s lost in thought. I take a few steps closer, thinking that my presence will snap him out of it but he’s still staring into space. “Dominic?” I touch his shoulder and he flinches before his eyes snap to mine and then slowly move down my body and up again meeting my eyes. His eyes feel like they’re burning holes into my flesh and suddenly I’m hot even in this lightweight dress.
“Fuck.” He utters the one word syllable so quietly I feel it more than I hear it. It’s as if that word slithers up my body, dances up my legs and torso, and finally burrows into my brain.
I look down at myself, feeling emboldened under his praise. “I guess I look okay?”
He stands up, clearing his throat. “Beautiful, as always. Should we go?” He crosses the room to grab his keys, allowing me a good look at him. He’s wearing a white button down, and gray slacks. Together we look like we planned our outfits to match and I secretly loved that people will assume we were together.
Like we were here for some sort of wedding festivities. Or our wedding.
I head out the door, him following close enough behind me to smell the cologne he always wears and suddenly I feel the need to have that smell ingrained in my skin.
“Hi! I’m Cassandra and I’ll be taking care of y’all tonight. Is this your first time dining with us?” A woman who looks to be about mid-thirties with brown hair and blue eyes that seem to stare at my stepfather a bit too long approaches our table after we’ve been seated. I’ve never felt what I can only assume to be some sort of territoriality over a guy before and the feeling is unnerving.
We take our seats after Dominic pulls out my chair for me and my stomach flips at the chivalrous gesture. Our table is outside in an area closest to the beach and the sounds of the waves and the smell of the salt in the air are serving as some weird aphrodisiac I can’t ignore.
“I’ve been here, but umm,” Dominic points at me, his eyes dancing down the V of my dress for the third time tonight.At least the third time that I’ve noticed. “She has not.” A smile pulls at my lips as he usually refers to me as his daughter when we are out together. But for some reason tonight, from the hostess to the maître-d and now this waitress, he had not.
