Page 179 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10
"You know that I like you and that you like me.” I stared into her blue eyes. “What else does anything matter?" I wanted her to believe that as much as I did. Nothing else mattered but this moment.
I lightly tugged her hair so that our faces were only an inch apart. She immediately leaned down and kissed me. I thought it was easy to breathe when I was around her. But when we were kissing? I was pretty sure I could live off her exhales. And every time we kissed I felt myself slipping even more. I wasn’t sure how I was ever going to come back from this. And all I could think about was how much I could take.
I rolled over so that she was beneath me. We were all alone on the beach. If I wanted, I could have her right here. And the way her hips moved beneath me made her desire evident. But she wanted romance on her perfect date. I reluctantly gave her one last kiss and then sat up, pulling her into a seated position next to me.
"So I couldn't bring the real thing, but..." I opened the cooler and brought out two bottles of piña colada cocktails. They looked disgusting, but I was sure Ellen had tried her hardest to find something good. "I guess these are the next best thing." I popped off the caps and handed her one of the bottles.
"Cheers," she said and clanged her bottle against mine.
I watched her take a small sip and her eyes lit up. "This is so good."
Thank you, Ellen.I took a pull from the bottle and started coughing. "Ugh! It's disgusting."
"What? It's delicious."
"It tastes like the lovechild of a coconut and a bottle of Nyquil."
She started laughing. It was starting to become one of my favorite sounds.
"You can have mine too. I brought backup for myself.” I handed her my bottle and pulled a beer out of the cooler.
"So piña coladas and getting caught in the rain aren't your thing?" She smiled up at me.
"I'm all about getting caught in the rain. But I prefer scotch."
She looked down at her drink. "I like how sophisticated you are."
"Penny, nothing I'm going to do to you here is sophisticated."
She gulped. "What do you have in mind?"
I reached over and touched the strap of her tank top. "Well, I don't think you need this anymore."
She put down her drink and pulled her tank top off over her head. Her bikini pushed her breasts perfectly together. I wanted to press my face between them and never move again.What happened to romance?Screw it.I reached over and unzippedher jean shorts. She lifted her hips and I slowly pulled them down her thighs and off her legs.
My eyes roamed from her breasts down her tiny waist. Every inch of her was perfect. And if she wasn’t careful, she was going to be filled with every inch of me in a few minutes. I’d make it romantic enough. I stood up and took off my shirt, savoring the feeling of her eyes on me. I offered her my hand and pulled her to her feet.
"Want to go for a swim?" I asked.
"Yes, just let me put some sunscreen on first."
I laughed. "It's almost the end of September. I'm sure you'll be fine."
"Stop being a bad influence for one second. I get burnt crazy easily." She plopped back down and pulled the sunscreen out of her bag.
I knelt and took the bottle from her. "Let me do it for you then. Lie down." As long as my hands were all over her, I was happy.
She lay down on her stomach and I froze. Her back. There were small cuts all over her back. They had to be from the tree’s bark on the golf course. I lightly touched her skin. This was what I was worried about. That I ruined everything good that I touched. "Penny, I'm so sorry." I wasn’t good for her. I’d ruin her. I’d ruin everything.
"The risks of having sex on a golf course, I guess. It doesn't hurt though."
I wanted to believe that she was fine. But the cuts proved otherwise. I gently started to massage the sunscreen onto her shoulders and arms. "Are you sure it doesn't hurt?"I’m so sorry.
"I'm sure.”
Her skin was so soft and delicate beneath my fingers, though, and I had a hard time believing her words. My thumb traced along one of the cuts. I’d overindulged in her and this was the proof. But she wasn’t squirming from pain. She did seem fine. So sweet and innocent, but tougher than I was giving her credit for.
“You know, when I was younger I used to be so envious of all the girls on the boardwalk that had boyfriends,” she said. “I couldn't wait until I was older. Holding hands on the boardwalk seemed like the epitome of romance."
