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“What a shame. Something this beautiful shouldn’t be ignored.”

Then he smoothly straddles my hips, levering up on his elbows above me, and my chest expands with a lightness I haven’t felt in months—years, even.

“You’re gorgeous,” he says, skimming my cheek with his thumb before he drops his lips onto mine. I open my mouth to him and he slides his tongue in, tangling with mine. His hands roam over every inch of my skin as the pressure between my thighs continues to build.

Sensing my need, Smith sinks into me, slowly, so slowly, his eyes fixed on mine. I hold my breath as my body stretches and then no space exists between us at all.

“You still okay?” he asks, a tiny furrow of worry between his brows.

“Better than,” I sigh, winding my hands around his neck and pulling him closer to me.

“Good girl,” he says, stroking my rear, and his words wash over me like a sweet, smooth syrup.

We begin to move together, our bodies finding a rhythm and now I’m hot, so hot, damp with sweat and rain and lust.

“Ohmygod, Smith…” I cry, my voice shaky and ragged. My thighs quake as he thrusts into me and I chase my release.

“Come for me, Elise.” His voice is deep, commanding, sending me crashing over the shimmery edge.

Smith holds me tight to his chest as my body trembles and then he follows my lead, exploding.

“Fu-u-uck…” He heaves out a long sigh, rolling off me, then pulling me onto his chest. The thud of his heartbeat reassures me, grounding me in the moment, and I’m safe in this beachside cocoon.

Smith strokes my hair and says, “That was fucking amazing. You’re amazing.”

I blush in the darkness, my body warm and humming with pleasure, as he laces his fingers with mine. My hand is small, engulfed in his strong grip, and a soft sigh escapes my lips.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Nothing.”

“Liar. Tell me.”

Hot tears prick at the corner of my eyes and I fiercely will them away. “My life’s complicated, Smith. You don’t want to get involved. Trust me. Tonight was perfect, but tomorrow…” I swallow hard over the lump in my throat. “Tomorrow you should walk away.”

“Why the hell would I do that?” He tips my chin until I meet his gaze. “How do you know I don’t love complicated?”

I giggle in spite of myself. “I’ve heard there are people who like the drama, but you don’t strike me as that kind of guy.”

“Try me, Elise.” His face is serious, and my gut unclenches a teeny-tiny bit.

“I have two kids. And a jackass ex-husband. Nothing about this is going to be easy.”

“I happen to love a good challenge. I raced BMX when I was a kid. That shit ain’t for the faint of heart. And your ex is a total idiot to let someone like you get away. Don’t forget that.”

“You nailed the idiot part,” I say wryly.

“Let’s not worry about the future right now. One day at a time. And I’ll make my own decisions.”

CHAPTER9

Smith

Despite my outward bravado, Elise’s words haunt me. Not that I can’t handle complicated—I know I can. Hell, I lived through my parents’ complicated and didn’t even get a freaking T-shirt.

But do I want to go through that myself? Up until now, I’ve opted to keep my own love life simple, easy. Honestly, a half-step up from one-night stands. Most girls last two, three months, tops.

Now, lying here in the darkness holding Elise in my arms, I debate my options. Sure, I could sneak out right now and be done with the entire sticky situation. I’d probably still even land the reno job. Deep down, though, I know there’s no way I’m doing that. Even though we just met, it’s like I’ve known this woman my entire life. There’s something between us, a magnetic pull, and I can’t walk away. No matter how messy things are.

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