Page 94 of Fire Island
“You totally should. You and Em could sail around the world...”
He swoops in, nipping my neck, and I squirm in his arms as a giggle bursts from my lips. Teasing this gorgeous man is the highlight of my day.
Well, almost.
The laughter dies out, and I palm his face as it rises, his gaze meeting mine. “Don’t you dare see the world without me, Callum McCreary,” I whisper.
“Never.”
His hold on me turns desperate. His hands spread over my back. I’m crashing my mouth to his a second later. Hungry for every last piece of him, I sink my hands into his hair. My butt meets the warm seat of the bike, and he releases his hold as I steady myself on the Indian.
“Cal, no, I’m going to fall off.” I try to find purchase, leaning back a little. My hands wander over the fuel tank and the back of the seat as I hunt for something to grab onto.
Rough hands slide under my thighs, turning me until I’m lying back on the fuel tank, my head resting on the handlebars. The metal of the back of the bike is hot on my calves. I pull my knees up.
Cal raises one leg and slides onto the seat.
“Still need me to beg, Evie baby?”
My last breath stalls. The thought of this man begging me...
“Absolutely,” I manage to say, and the cheekiest smile tugs up one side of his face.
He hooks his fingers around my cotton shorts and tugs them down over my hips. The bike moves as he removes them, leaving behind my pastel yellow lacy panties. On the black motorbike, my lemon-lace-clad body is something out of a boudoir shoot. The sun has tanned my limbs, put color in my face. My T-shirt slides from my head, and I settle back. I can’t help feeling like this is one memory we are making that’s going to make me smile—and my children cringe—thirty, forty years from now.
I live for it.
I live for this man.
The endless possibilities that are Cal and Evie.
All the life we have to live through yet...
Lost in my head, clouds drift in the blue above as the breeze tangles through my hair, now draped over the bike’s small console.
Open-mouthed kisses dust up my stomach toward my bra, and I tilt my head to one side to watch him. Every time his lips press to my skin, I float higher. Every embrace is confirmation of our love.
His love.
And the way I am going to return it, tenfold. Because not doing so would break my heart.
“Cal, I don’t hear any begging...” I pant, but the last syllable fades like my will to resist his touch.
Hands gripping my hips, he looks up from under those lashes framing the blues I adore. “I’m getting to that part.”
His finger slides beneath the lacy panties and sweeps over my aching center. “Is this where I come to pay my penance and beg for you by my side for?—”
His jaw feathers before it grinds.
My chest rises and plummets as I take in the emotion toying with his handsome face.
I rise a little, brows lowering. “You don?—”
He shakes his head. “Yes, I do.”
I want to say something to ease the burn that’s taking us both down. Having no idea what words could hold such power, I press my lips together and slide my hands over his, still at my hips. They slide away and he tugs my panties down.
With a soft nudge to the inside of my thighs, his hands lace with mine at my hips again.
