Page 58 of Mr. July

“How are you liking it so far?”

“I am loving it.” I grinned.

“Bunny told me the story of how he bought his way in.”

I shrugged. “God still found a way for me.”

“You found your own way,” he answered, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“I probably had some help from above.”

“She misses your Pops.”

“He was the best.”

“You have his boat?” I nodded, trying not to cry. “Hey, I didn’t mean to make you sad.”

I lowered my glass of wine, feeling bold. “Then make me feel something else.” I responded huskily. The sun had set an hour ago. Light from the candles he brought flickered between us.

He sucked in a breath. We sat facing each other on the beach blanket. He rose to his knees, cupped my face as he gazed deeply into my eyes for seconds.

It was a silent promise that this was happening. My eyes fluttered shut at the first feel of his lips on mine. A groan ripped out of my throat, was lost under the crashing of the waves as his tongue danced with mine.

I fell on my back, he leaned over me resting his weight on an elbow. My hands wrapped around him. I sighed, lifting my hips as his mouth moved to the side of my neck. We kissed under the stars to the rhythm of the waves. He didn’t touch me where I burned. Didn’t let his hips fall to press against the place I was on fire for him. He still maintained utter control as we lost ourselves in soft sighs, whispered words, and passionate kisses.

“I feel like I’m fifteen again losing my head over a girl under the waving sea grass on the dunes.” He rolled away, tucking one arm behind his head. I curled up against his side feeling a bit cold. My head rested against his chest as he wrapped his free arm around me.

“What was her name?”

“Amelia. But she never made my head spin the way you do.”

“Are you going back to the city tomorrow?”

“Why? Already missing me?”

“You? Hardly. Daisy definitely.”

“Liar. You’ll miss me more.”

“She snores. But is as warm as a small electric heater.”

“You sleep with her?”

“Sometimes. She’ll cry at night unless you let her in your bed.”

“Maybe you should stay over and show me how it’s done. There’s plenty of room.”

I was tempted but wasn’t sure if he was teasing or serious. “You’ll figure it out.”

“I’ve never doubted my skills in bed. I’ll start with a cuddle, maybe a slow massage if her joints hurt…”

“Stop!” I giggled, smacking his stomach, only to feel his hard abs tighten under my hand.

“We better go. A man only has so much self-control and it is only our second date.”

“Second?”

He rolled to his side facing me, giving me two quick hard kisses. “Yep. The first was this morning.”

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