Page 43 of Lovers at Seaside
“What’s to stand? You were there. We could stay in a palace or my truck and I would be fine with it as long as we’re together. I was worried my place would be too rustic or too small for you.”
“Too small? You have three bedrooms. How many more do you need?” She grabbed her sandals from the closet and set them in the room.
“Not too small forme. You’re used to big, fancy places. This is anything but.”
“You’re right. It’s not big and fancy. It’s cozy and homey, and I can’t imagine loving anyplace more.”
I can’t imagine loving anything more than you.He’d been having those thoughts more often the last few days, and it was a struggle to keep them to himself.
She bent to slip on her sandals, giving him a clear view of her perfect butt. He pushed from the doorframe and gathered her in his arms.
“Bending over like that was very unfair. Taunting me, when I’ve had to watch you looking torturously sexy in my bedroom all day.”
She wound her arms around his neck. “How did I look in the living room?”
He kissed her deeply.
She let out a long breath. “That good?”
“Mm-hm.” He kissed her again.
“And in the bathroom?” She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, giving him access to her neck.
“Sinful, just like you do now. Like you needed to be stripped naked and loved thoroughly.” He pressed his lips over her pulse point, and she whispered his name. “Mm. My girl likes that.”
“What about…?” she said breathlessly. “In the kitchen?”
“The kitchen?” He pressed his hands to her cheeks and gazed into her heavily lidded eyes. “You should always be naked in the kitchen.”
“Naked,” she whispered, pressing her body to his. “Why?”
The way she fished for dirty talk always turned him on. “I want to make love to you on every counter, on the table, on the floor…” He tangled his hand in her hair and lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her with long, deep strokes of his tongue. She moaned with pleasure, and when he intensified the kiss, she pushed her hands into his hair and held on tight. Man, he loved that. He crushed their bodies together, groaning at the feel of her against him.
“Baby, I don’t think we’re going to make that walk.” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth.
“There’s always tomorrow.”
With that green light, his hands traveled over her luscious curves, up her rib cage, and back down the way they’d come. They kissed and groped as they stripped each other bare, nipping at each other’s lips and jaws, their necks and shoulders, until they were both panting with need.
“Grayson, please,” she begged. “I love when you touch me.”
Love coursed through his veins, rode the surface of his skin, and stole from his lips. “I love you, baby.”
She opened her eyes and searched his.
“I do, sweetheart.” It was too fast, too much for her. He knew she’d overthink this, just as he probably should, but his emotions were too real to question. “Don’t think, Parker.Feel.”
“I…”
He kissed her to quiet her thoughts. “Shh. You don’t have to say it. Justknowit.”
A worried look hovered in her eyes, bringing with it a new ache.
“What, baby? Tell me. Too much, too fast?” He’d barreled into her life, a life that had been tossing and turning for weeks. He wanted to settle her, make her feel safe and loved. To be her rock, her anchor, hereverything. But he could wait a lifetime if that’s what it took.
She shook her head, and a stream of emotions washed over her face—worry, love, lust. It was the lust that seemed to win.
“Stop overthinking, sweetheart. I’ve got you. I’ve got us.”
