Page 96 of The Kiss Keeper
He didn’t need property or millions of his own. He’d gained the security and love he’d craved when he gave his heart to his kiss keeper.
And as far as the Kiss Keeper Curse, they’d decided to preserve Otis and Muriel’s secret and keep the Camp Woolwich legend intact. Sister Evangeline had shared Muriel’s letters with them. Crinkled and worn, the old ink spelled out how Muriel and Otis did have their first kiss at the well before heading out west to make a life together. A life that in Muriel’s words spoke of a fair share of hardships, but also great love and an abundance of joy. And the lesson that, whatever fate brings, always hold tight to the ones you love.
A lesson they’d already put into practice.
A year had blown by in the blink of an eye, and tonight was the last night of summer camp. In the morning, the campers’ families would arrive to load up the trunks and box away the memories of a summer spent on Woolwich Cove.
With his business knowledge and Natalie’s organizational skills and artistic eye, the summer had gone off without a hitch, and life was good. Damn good.
“Jake, I want to feel you,” she whispered on a tight breath, teetering on the edge.
Music to his ears.
He positioned himself at her entrance, then kissed his way up her neck to her lips. He captured her mouth, and their tongues met in a sensual kiss as he drove inside her. He palmed her ass with one hand while the other wrapped around her wrists, making love to her in deep, wantonness thrusts. Their mingled breaths grew ragged as the friction between them ignited into an inferno of desire.
All summer, their mornings, afternoons, and evenings had belonged to the camp. But once lights-out hit, Natalie was his, and he’d savored every moment.
She wrapped her legs around him and pressed her perfect heels into his ass, allowing him to go deeper and harder—just the way his wife liked it.
“Jake, I’m so close,” she breathed, meeting him blow for blow as their bodies came together.
Heat and sweat building between them, they soared higher and higher until, with a primal cry, he drove them over ecstasy’s edge. True to his promise, he kept her kisses, devouring them, one after another, after another as they greedily drew pleasure from the slap and grind of their bodies.
Natalie hummed a sweet sigh beneath him, slowly coming back from the bliss of release. He pressed up onto his elbows, then brushed a lock of hair from her face and frowned.
“What is it?” she asked lazily.
“You’ve still got a little green face paint on your cheek,” he said, staring down at her beautiful face.
She pursed her lips. “That’s your fault.”
“My fault?” he asked with a cheeky grin.
She traced the shell of his ear with her fingertip. “You were the one with the idea for Alien Night.”
He slid his hand to her shoulder and brushed his thumb back and forth, across her collarbone. “Okay, maybe the face paint turned out to be a fiasco, but the laser light show was worth it.”
While they weren’t about to start spending the money he’d donated recklessly, Natalie had allowed him to purchase a planetarium-grade laser light show machine, which was freaking awesome.
She traced her fingertips across the scruff on his cheek. “Yes, the kids loved it.”
He pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “What are your thoughts on getting one of those ninja warrior giant rectangle things?”
“For the kids or for you?” she asked with a sly smile when her phone began to chime.
“What’s that for?” he asked.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. I told the counselors scheduled for tonight’s night patrol that you and I would take it, being that it’s the last night of camp,” she answered, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Are you telling me that we have to leave this bed?” he asked, pinning her with his gaze.
She gave him a naughty little smile. “I’m telling you that we get to take a night stroll around the camp and then over to the—”
“Kiss Keeper’s well,” he finished, meeting her naughty little grin with one of his own.
“Yes, and maybe for a late-night skinny-dip over by the abandoned lighthouse,” she added.
He kissed her neck and inhaled her sweet scent. “You’ve really thought about this, Mrs. Teller.”
