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Maybe she knew what she was doing or maybe she was reacting to her own haze of lust, but as I dominated her tongue, I rolled my hand along her back, grinding my cock so there was no mistaking what was on my mind or what I was desperate to have.
That broke the spell. She pushed me back by a few inches, immediately rubbing her hands on my chest before turning. “I think maybe we should go.”
“Yeah. We should.”
Somehow, we continued staring at each other for a few seconds longer.
With her face flushing, she fumbled with the tennis shoes that had fallen off her feet, struggling to get the material over her heels. Obviously, she didn’t want to risk the possibility of falling into my arms again.
My clumsy girl. Only she wasn’t mine any longer.
There was so much pain in her voice. I ran my hands through my hair before grabbing the cooler.
She snagged her bathing suit from the floor, holding it against her chest as if using it as a barrier.
I motioned toward the door and she didn’t bother looking at me before stepping toward it. Once outside, she immediately headed for the Jeep’s passenger door.
There was nothing to say that would bridge the void between us. There were no words that would guide us to what we’d shared before or to put a permanent end to what we felt once again.
At this point, there was only silence and that was deafening.
With a heavy sigh, she slipped on her dark sunglasses so I wouldn’t be allowed to witness her pain.
Hell, I did the same, my jaw remaining clenched as I rolled away from the house.
As I headed to my favorite private cove on the island, she leaned her head against the seat, keeping her face pinned to the side. Every few seconds, I stole a quick glance, easily noticing the rise and fall of her chest. Fuuuuck. Where the hell were we supposed to go from here?
When I witnessed a single tear rolling down her cheek, I reached over then immediately curled my fingers, pulling my arm away.
The fifteen-minute drive was arduous, yet at least when the cove came into view, Dani immediately sat up in her seat, her lips pursed and I felt her excitement building.
“Oh, my goodness,” she breathed.
Just as I pulled through the trees close to the water, she grabbed the roll bar, easing through the opening in the roof. With her hair flying in the breeze, her dress carving a beautiful picture around her voluptuous body, and the bright sun kissing her skin, it took all my willpower not to pull her onto my lap and fuck her here and now.
She had no idea just how beautiful she was.
I pulled the Jeep under a group of palm trees for shade, cutting the engine. Her squeal of glee was exactly what I’d hoped to hear.
“There’s no one around,” she said, finally looking down at me.
“Nope. That’s why I love it so much. It’s off the tourist map and rarely do locals come here. I found this place a couple weeks after I moved here.”
“I wish your parents could have seen where you ended up. They’d be so happy for you.” She thumped down in her seat once again, ripping off the tennis shoes quickly. With a laugh in her voice, she climbed out, racing toward the ocean’s edge.
“Don’t you dare get in the water!” I called.
She spun around, blowing kisses with both hands. She was a walking, talking rebellious woman who needed to be tamed. Why did the thought bring a smile to my face?
I took my time gathering our things, constantly watching the way she kicked her feet in the water, twisting and turning as the waves gently lapped at her feet. I moved to a prime spot on the beach, tossing down the towels, placing the cooler and her bathing suit off to the side and waiting to see what she would do.
She stood in the same place for at least five minutes, studying the ocean water. I’d witnessed many a tortured soul search for something to ease their pain over the couple of years I’d been here. I’d done the same more than once, fighting the continued anger and every memory that haunted me. Had the quiet moment of reverence worked?
I’d thought so until she’d returned to my life. Right now, I fucking hated karma, fate, or whatever magic wand had been used for some divine intervention.
When she turned toward me, even from a distance our gazes locked. She wore no expression and as she walked in my direction, her steps were slow. She eased down onto the towel, fixing it until the material was flat on the surface. Then she reached over me to get to the cooler and her breast rubbed against my knee.
The spark was instant. We both froze. She lifted her sunglasses and mine with two long fingers. Eye contact was made, a sexy and highly flirtatious smile offered. Did she have any clue what she was doing to me? Were her sinful actions done on purpose just to torture me?
