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When his mouth grazed my neck, I felt the words more than I heard them. “If I slid my hand lower, you’d be soaked for me, wouldn’t you?”
All I could do was whimper in response, and he chuckled softly as his hand slid under my waistband. He ran a finger down my seam and murmured, “There’s my dirty girl.”
I bowed against him, desperate for more.
He circled my clit.
“Mmm. Did I find the magic button, baby?”
I knew it was a rhetorical question, but I answered anyway.
“Yessss. Right. There.”
I felt his smile against my shoulder. “I know.”
With his other hand, he tugged on my bottoms.
“Take these off. I need to fuck you.”
I wasted no time pushing my swimsuit down and stepping out of them. He’d done the same, because when he pressed against me again, I felt his warm, bare skin against mine.
And his bandage. A subtle reminder he should still be taking it easy.
“Get on the bed. I want to ride your cock.”
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Brian
Like I was gonna say no to that.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Brian
The next few days blurred into a lazy routine.
Waking up with her snuggled next to me and the sound of the ocean waves started each day out perfectly. If we made it out of bed without fucking, then breakfast would end with her bent over the counter.
Our record for not having sex before noon since we arrived? 0-5.
That wasn’t a complaint, by the way.
Our afternoons were spent on the beach. I usually fell asleep on my towel while she read her book next to me. I loved that all I had to do was reach over, and I could touch her.
We’d gone out for dinner one night and had gotten pizza delivered from the local pizza shop once. The rest of the evenings, we’d worked side by side in the kitchen, laughing and flirting. Teasing and touching.
It was domestic bliss.
And it scared me how easy I’d fallen into it.
We fought over the remote. I teased her about hogging the covers. She gave me grief about the loose cupboard hinge bothering me so much I had to go out to my truck to find a screwdriver and fix it.
Every laugh, every ordinary little thing, made it easier to believe this could be more than temporary.
By the fifth evening, the ice cream we’d bought at the grocery store had long been eaten, and I was craving something sweet as we cleaned up after dinner.
“Hey, you wanna go to the ice cream parlor Alan wanted to take us to the first night we got here?”
