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My legs don’t feel as weak as they did a minute ago, and the need to break down in tears has been forgotten as I stare up into his bright blue eyes, which are focused on nothing but me. He still has a smile on his face, but it’s tight, and his face is filled with concern as he looks at me, his thumb gently rubbing against the back of my neck and the hand at my lower back gripping the material of my dress in a fist.
“Excuse me, who are you? Ariel and I were in the middle of a discussion,” Sebastian says haughtily.
Eric sighs and turns away from me to glare at my ex, his hand dropping from around my neck but his arm still securely around my waist as he pulls me tightly against his side and I cross my arms in front of me.
“I’m Eric, Ariel’s boyfriend. The better question is, who the fuck are you and why are you on my boat dock?”
I’m sorry, what?! Did he just say boyfriend?
“I’m her husband,” Sebastian mutters angrily, lifting his chin with a pathetic air of authority that he has no business attempting.
“EX-husband,” I remind him, narrowing my eyes at him.
“Chéri, honestly. We need to talk. In private,” he says, throwing an annoyed glare in Eric’s direction.
“Call her by that little pet name again and I will chop off your dick and shove it down your throat,” Eric informs him with a bright smile on his face but plenty of underlying fury in his words.
Sebastian has the good sense to look a little afraid as he glances back and forth between me and Eric.
“Jesus, you look fucking hot in that dress.”
I look away from Sebastian to find Eric staring down at me again. When his gaze travels up and down my body, it feels nothing like it did when Sebastian did the same thing a little bit ago. He doesn’t look at me like he knows exactly where on my body the donut I had for breakfast this morning took up residence. He looks at me like he’s picturing me naked in his head and enjoying every second of that visual. The butterflies in my stomach start flapping around again, but this time with excitement instead of the need to throw up.
“Doesn’t she look amazing?” Eric mutters, aiming his question at Sebastian but never taking his eyes off of me.
“Green is very . . . slimming on her,” Sebastian replies uncomfortably.
Eric chuckles and shakes his head.
“Fuck slimming. I love a woman with curves. I’m not afraid I’m going to break her. We can go hard and rough and worry about breaking other things. Like the kitchen table. The shower door. The desk in my office. The chair in my office . . . am I forgetting anything else we’ve broken recently, love?”
He smiles down at me, and I drop my arms down to my sides when he turns his body to face me again. His hand against my lower back flattens and he adds pressure to it, pulling me into the front of him again. I feel him everywhere from my thighs to my chest, and it’s impossible for me to look away from him.
“What are you doing?” I whisper softly.
I know Eric is just saying this shit right now for Sebastian’s benefit, but I can’t help but feel the words he’s said everywhere. The back of my neck prickles, my skin flushes, and the tingling between my legs is so strong I feel like I could have an orgasm just standing here against him, right now, without even touching myself. Eric calling me love is just the icing on this desire-filled cake.
“Jesus, you’re stunning,” Eric whispers back, his eyes moving down from my eyes to stare at my lips as I lick them nervously.
When he says that so quietly and for my ears only, I know he means it. I can see it in his eyes and know he that he absolutely believes it deep down in his soul. It’s cheesy and so fucking cliché, but there it is.
“I’m sorry. I can’t put this off any longer. Please don’t kick me in the balls.”
My mouth opens to ask Eric what the hell he’s talking about when all of a sudden, he dips his head and crashes his lips to mine. I gasp in shock and he takes advantage, deepening the kiss to slide his tongue past my lips and swirl it against my own.
The world around me completely fades away. I forget that I’m standing on the dock. I forget that my ex-husband showed up and made me feel like I’m not good enough for anyone. I forget that he’s standing a few feet away watching us. I forget my own name and I forget what day it is as I wrap my arms around Eric’s shoulders and hold him tightly to me.
