Page 62 of Detention with Daddies

More food appears, and I’m dually impressed by the things her brother and mother packed for this. I share the watermelon salad and makings of a charcuterie board with her friends, and the nibbling quiets the rumblings in our stomachs, but I save the treat I brought just for Olivia until later.

When we finally bid goodbye to Shawna and her boyfriend, I settle us back on our towels and pull her down to me. Her damp body presses into mine, and I hook her knee around my waist before I drop my mouth over hers, finally stealing the kiss I’ve been wanting all day.

OLIVIA

I sink into Nick’s kiss. I forgot how electric it is, how Nick always makes me feel when he touches me. How he’s never shy about showing me how much he wants me.

The fact that he held back all day, taught me to surf, cheered for me when I succeeded, and checked me over when I fell…I have no question that he wants me for me. That my personality is a big part of his attraction to me.

Maybe I’m bringing baggage from the week with me, but Nick soothes too many of those fresh and old wounds for me to care.

I drag my fingers through his hair and kiss him harder. His small hum of pleasure and the squeeze of his hand high on my thigh have me nipping him.

His arm tightens around my waist as our mouths separate an inch. The way he grins at me blooms one across my mouth in return.

“Does this mean you’ve forgiven me?”

I pout my lip a little. He has made this a good date. And he was a good sport about Shawna and Ty coming along. Although to be honest, I forgave him a while ago. Almost immediatelyafter hearing Ruby describe their home life and the obvious connections of Nick fighting to make it better.

Maybe I shouldn’t have been so nice at dinner, but it’s in the past, and I don’t ever have to do that again.

Besides, Nick’s been working on my forgiveness all week at lunch while still trying to give me space. And he’s more than proven how badly he wants to make it up to me.

“Yes. I forgive you.”

His smile is blinding. God, he is a beautiful man. Usually, that would turn me away, but I drag him down completely onto his back and snuggle into his side with a laugh. The sun is heading toward the horizon, but it’s still warm and comforting.

Nick’s fingers fiddle with the back of my top, the straps and hook, but he’s not trying to take it off me. It’s like he’s tracing the texture difference between it and my skin. A lazy exploration that brings more comfort and familiarity.

My touch brushes up his side as I press my face into the crook of his shoulder and chest. Occasionally, my hand wanders across his stomach or up his throat to fiddle with the stubble there.

In varying increments, he shifts and pulls me into a series of kisses. Ones that can’t go too far here in public, although I was sure earlier that he would have taken me in the water if Shawna hadn’t been here.

Is Nick an exhibitionist? It wouldn’t surprise me.

His mouth is on mine again, and the heat of his body paired with the heat of the sun has this kiss working me up more quickly than the others.

Hunger fills me. My hands grip him as our bodies slide together and his kisses descend down my neck to find that spot he knows I like.

I muffle a moan against his shoulder, which makes him tighten his hold on me and nip my skin.

“God, Nick …”

“Mmm,” his voice vibrates against my throat before his teeth sink more solidly in my neck.

My back arches me against him harder as I struggle to catch my breath.

Maybe I’m a bit of an exhibitionist too, because I want his hand to slide between my legs to ease the tension he’s been steadily building all afternoon.

But after a moment, we break apart, breathing heavily and staring at each other for a few heated beats before he steals one more lingering kiss.

“I brought something else for you.” Nick’s dark blue eyes twinkle at me. I can’t tell if it’s the setting sun or just him.

“What kind of something else?”

I’m a little sad when the heat of his body leaves mine, but maybe a cooldown is a good idea.

He opens his cooler and pulls out a small box with an oversized, double chocolate cake. I light up a little. I love cake. I love chocolate. And when he only brandishes one fork, I laugh.

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