Page 22 of Return to Cheshire Bay

“Interested?”

Yes,but no way.I shook my head but slowly inched mybody closer, curious how this would work. He was in a wetsuit forcrying out loud.

Eric wrapped his hand around my head andbrought me in for a kiss, igniting the lingering embers into afull-on fire. “Lean back again, the way you were at first, and tipyour head back.”

I gripped the board with both hands andglanced around. We were pretty much on our own out here.

“Don’t move or you’ll tip us.”

My curiosity was piqued, and my core wassmoldering with deep tingles and desires. The carnal ache had onlygrown stronger. He hadn’t yet touched me, and I was ready to comeapart.

He trailed a finger over my collarbone anddipped into the space between my heaving boobs. My breath hitched,and I stared him deep in the eyes. One at a time, he cupped them,maintaining perfect balance.

“Oh god.” I moaned, proving it had been awhile since I’d been touched by a man.

“I haven’t even begun.”

A charming smile spread across his face as acool finger trickled down over my heated bump, circling around itand teasing its way lower. Both of his hands braced against myhips, and slowly, tenderly, he caressed my thighs, moving in deeperwith each pass. Instinctively, I opened for him, giving him accessto what desperately needed attention.

“Lean back further.” His voice was hoarsewith desire.

Oh Lord, I threatened to rip apart as heslipped a finger under my bottoms, pushing the material off to theside, and dipping right into the heated heart of me. I closed myeyes and allowed the soaring sensations to control my body as heslowly touched and tenderly caressed and expertly moved hisfingers, creating breathless gasps of air and involuntary shudders.My fingers dug into the edges of the board as my body surrenderedto Eric, and one wave of ecstasy after another crashed over me.

My body twitched and threatened to flip usboth. However, the moment passed, and he retracted his hand, whileI pushed up and wrapped my arms around him. Beneath his wetsuit,the hardest part of him pressed into my belly and a need to ridehim like a surfboard overtook me.

“How fast can we get back to shore?” Ibegged, my voice raw and carnal.

To hell with waiting. If I was going to behere for only a few weeks more, I may as well enjoy myself.

After a rousing afternoon, I pushed my hairoff my face as I opened my eyes and took in the surroundings ofEric’s bedroom. There was a little pop-up table beside me with abottle of water and a note tucked under it.

Drink this, you need rehydration. I’mdownstairs on the patio.

I collected my two bikini pieces and gotdressed, heading downstairs. My itch had been scratched, and I wasfeeling less randy than before. Better than that thought, was afeeling of being on top of the world and utterly relaxed.

“How long was I asleep?” I twisted the capoff and took a long sip, relishing the cool water sliding down mythroat.

“A couple of hours.” His focus was on thesea.

“Oh, wow. I’m sorry.”

I hadn’t meant to fall asleep at all, but Iguess I was so played out it just happened. I grabbed my towelhanging on the edge of the deck and wrapped it around since Ericwas no longer in his wetsuit or buck naked in all his incredibleglory and was instead dressed in shorts and a tee.

He set down a plate filled with grape stemsand made to get up. “You hungry?”

“Famished.” A buffet would not be out ofplace, and although people would likely stare at me, I could blamethe growing baby.

“Care to go out and have a bite to eat? Youhaven’t been to Birch Bay Burgers, have you?”

I shook my head as he rose, lightly pattinghis shoulder. “No.”

He twisted away from my touch and focusedhis attention on his wet suit hanging on the hook and flipped itaround, preoccupied it seemed with anything but me. “That settlesit. Can you be ready in an hour?”

“Sure.” Should I give him a playful littlekiss or not? His attitude was so different from our afternoontogether. “Thanks for the water.”

I stepped onto the first stair and stared athim as if by standing there half-dressed he’d come to his sensesand at least throw me a smile or something.

However, as I stood there, tightening thegrip on my towel, I wondered what had changed between us while I’dslept. Before I’d closed my eyes, everything was euphoric, and ourorgasms were out of this world, at least mine were. It had been thebest afternoon I’d had since coming back to Cheshire Bay.

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