Page 176 of Enthrall Ecstasy
She was a dangerous force. A charismatic goddess I couldn’t get enough of—coaxing me and pulling me until no resistance was left.
It felt like this wave was also carrying me into my future.
That’s how we spent our morning—catching waves and stealing kisses and hugs and just being together. Forgetting the world and selfishly enjoying each other.
One more wave.
And then another.
Back on shore, I made my way over to where we’d laid our stuff. I grabbed a towel for me and another for Rue.
She hurried over and took it. “That was amazing!”
“Nothing like it.”
“I’m so hungry,” she blurted out.
“Hungry for…?” I waggled my eyebrows.
“I’m going to need to stock up on calories just to keep up with you. I thought I was fit but I’m not compared to you.”
I reached for her, pulling her towards me and kissing her, tasting salt and smiles and the happiness I’d forgotten was possible.
My life had finally slowed down.
Rue grinned against my mouth. “You taste like the ocean.”
“You taste of…”
She pulled away a little. “What?”
“Bliss.”
She threw her head back and laughed.
I carried our surfboards up the beach towards the house.
God, she’s going to kill me with that smile.
Nothing felt more natural than taking a shower together, facing each other and lathering each other’s bodies with soap, stealing more kisses.
I cupped her face and planted kisses on her freckles.
Being with her was everything.
After showering, we dried off and dressed in jeans and T-shirts. I’d ordered in everything Rue might need, including extra clothes, along with flip-flops and a swimsuit for her.
I’d also placed a food delivery.
After a light lunch, we spent the rest of the day snuggled up on the couch watching movies on Netflix—after we finally agreed on what we both wanted to see. Fighting over the remote, we had a laugh at how natural it felt to act like a couple.
This felt like a vacation to me. I’d have to return to work tomorrow, but Rue could stay here for as long as she wanted.
Later that night, I cooked us steaks and prepared a Greek salad. We carried our plates of food out to the balcony where we watched the unending waves, munching on pita bread and sipping white wine.
“I made a mistake,” I said absentmindedly.
Rue set her glass down and turned to look at me. “How?”
