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“Why do I feel like yours is better?”

“Because it is.” He grins before kissing me again. I love that Dom is humble, about everything, really — but there’s something really hot about those sparse moments when he owns his success.

I press my hip gently into the bulge in his pants. “I’m not surprised.”

“I can’t wait to show you.” He grabs me around the waist from behind. We watch the waves reflecting the stars as they roll into shore for a few minutes. Every now and then he kisses my neck, shooting lightning bolts of desire through my hips.

“Your life here is incredible.” I finally turn to face him. “I had so much fun with your friends again tonight. They’re starting to feel like family to me too.” His face melts into surprise. “That probably sounds weird, they were just so warm from the start. So welcoming. People don’t act like that back where I’m from. I would have had to run through a wicked gauntlet if my boyfriend introduced me to his gang of friends at a bar.”

“The way you describe your life back home — I just don’t see that side of you here. It all sounds so stuffy, so contrived, and not like you at all.”

“Then what do you see when I’m here?”

“I just see a beautiful woman, sitting in a garden, writing to make her biggest dream come true.”

Dom’s simple yet beautiful description of me makes my eyes water, just a little.

“I’m going to get that tattooed down my arm.” I start laughing. “I can honestly say that this whole harebrained idea of mine has turned into the best wrong move I’ve ever made.”

He kisses me sweetly.

“You’ve changed my life.” I can’t hold back any longer. “No matter what happens, I’ll never be the same again. But I have to go back to New York. My job is there. You could give me everything I could ever dream of here, I know that, but I’m not entirely ready to leave everything I’ve worked for without a solid plan for this next stage of my career. It could take a long time for a production house to pick my film script up, especially if Quinton doesn’t go for it. And, in the meantime, I need to figure out how to be herewithyou, notdependingon you. But I fully plan to be bi-coastal.” I smile, searching his eyes. “I want us to stay together, but temporarily we’re going to need to be apart. I hope you can understand that.”

“I know how important your career is to you, Liv. I had a feeling you’d be stubborn about leaving everything behind without a solid plan in place for your next career move.” He breaks into a sad smile, before his eyes brighten again. “I already have Phil working on closing a real estate deal on a penthouse in New York for me. So we’ll have a place to land there too when you get back. We’ll have my place here in Hawaii, and a place in New York. We can be together no matter what city we’re visiting.”

I jump into his arms and he spins me around, squeezing me to him.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me,” I tell him. “One day I’ll be ready. I can feel that in my bones. I belong here.Webelong here. But I have to work out the logistics first. Make a plan. Stand on my own two feet.”

“It’s something I love about you.” He kisses me while dropping one shoulder strap off my dress, so he can continue kissing down my neck uninterrupted. Then I step back, staring into his eyes as I slowly unzip the front of my sundress, stopping only when I reach my navel.

“Tell me something else you love about me,” I beg him, my voice dipping provocatively.

He gently brushes the other strap off my shoulder and, just like that, my dress falls to the ground.

“I’d rather show you.”

Chapter 53

His eyes linger on the pile of fabric around my feet before slowly moving their way up my bare skin. The way he’s looking at me makes me feel like a goddess, standing in the moonlight.

“I know I’ve said it already a hundred times, but you are absolutely stunning.” His voice is barely above a whisper. “Like Venus herself, standing right here on earth.”

I still have on a sheer, cream-colored bralette with stripes of thin lace across each nipple, paired with a matching set of panties. I kick off my strappy stiletto heels and turn around, posing like I’m ready to dive into the pool.

“You were such a goddamn gentleman that first day we met.” I smile, remembering how he kept his eyes pointed at the sky while I stood there in my underwear. But tonight he’s drinking me in like a tonic, full of every type of drug he needs. “I was so relieved to find out that you’re not always a gentleman.”

“I don’t intend to be much of one tonight.” He unbuttons his shirt before tossing it to the side. My stomach does a tiny little flip. Even though I’ve seen him shirtless dozens of times, I still enjoy the view as if it’s my first time.

I pull my bralette over my head.

“I wouldn’t want to get this wet.” I toss it aside. “The panties are already a goner, though.” I grin innocently at him.

He chokes out a stunted breath, then clears his throat, his face curling wickedly.

He takes a step toward me, but I hold up one finger, making him wait just one more moment before I give in — the anticipation almost as delicious as the deed.

“You are a master of suspense,” he growls, though I can tell he’s enjoying it as much as me.

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