Page 73 of Seized by Love at Seaside
“You’re wearing my apron.” She descended the steps, staring hungrily at his bare legs.
“Yup.”
She circled him, and knowing she’d see his bare butt turned him on.
“You’re not wearing any underwear.”
“Nope.” He laughed.
She finished circling him and stepped in close, running her hand up his thigh. “I like this welcome-home attire.”
He chuckled. “Wehave a show to tape.”
She froze. “What?”
“Your apron’s in the bathroom. I suggest you go change before I strip you bare and have my way with you, because once I do that, I promise you, you’re not getting back up to film a thing.”
She shuddered against him.
“How can we do that with…?” She lowered her gaze to his tented apron.
“Angles, baby. It’s all in the angles.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to play first, tape later?”
Heck yeah, I want to play first.“Nope. Work, then pleasure. My girl taught me that.”
She made that sexy pouty face that made him want to forget what he had planned. He forced himself to point to the bathroom. “Go.”
She came out of the bathroom wearing heels and her apron, without the flesh-colored thong she normally wore.
“Damn, you’re sexy.” He pulled her in close again, and this time he sealed his lips over hers, soaking in the feel of her hot, wet mouth, her tongue tangling with his. He backed her up against the wall, holding her hands above her head as he devoured her mouth, pressing his hips to hers.
She broke away suddenly, breathing hard. “You went to see my dad.”
This time it was Blue who froze. After his initial visit with Lizzie’s father, it was clear that the man hadn’t really heard what he’d had to say. Blue had returned three more times, unwilling to give up until he’d not only heard him out, but really listened and understood what Blue had to say—and hopefully changed his mind. He wasn’t sure where things stood with the man. Vernon had sat stoically, listening to every word, but he hadn’t given any indication as to where his mind was. For all Blue knew, it would take another week, month, year of visits before the man opened his eyes.
Lizzie must have read his confusion, because she said, “He came to the shop and apologized.”
Blue let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “He did? Are you upset with me for talking to him?”
She ran her finger along his collarbone, making his entire body aware of that one sensual touch. “No, not upset with you at all, but it kind of bothers me that it took you talking to him to make a difference. Then again, he’s stubborn, and I’m glad that he finally came around.”
“He loves you, Lizzie.”
“I know. I think Sky was right when she said that my father loves me too much, and that’s why he was so upset.”
“Love can really mess with a person’s mind.” He stepped back and waved at his apron. “As you can see, people do weird things for love.”
They both chuckled, and he kissed her again before leading her into her newly renovated kitchen. “I took the liberty of fixing things up for you. I couldn’t stand the idea of you working with an oven that was older than dirt or counters that looked like they belonged to your grandmother.”
Again her eyes widened. “You redid my kitchen?”
“I tried to match the look of your old appliances so it wouldn’t be too noticeable in your videos. I hope you don’t mind.”
“You did this in a day? Why did the upstairs one take weeks?”
He smiled, slightly embarrassed that her quick inhalation meant she’d just figured it out. “It was my chance to be closer to you. Do you blame me?”
