Page 66 of Playing the Field
We stand at the top of the ramp, taking in the view of the nearly full moon, its reflection dancing in the waves of the ocean. The surf breaks in a calming rhythm. Like breathing.
“You impress me more and more every minute, soccer star. I thought this was supposed to be a rambling sort of drive through town so you could show me some things.”
“I don’t want to leave anything to chance when it comes to you. I want it to be right.”
Inside, he’s managed to have the lifeguard tower outfitted for us. A large floor cushion sits inside the doorway of the wooden structure, and a small lantern with a single bulb lights the inside in a warm glow.
“It’s right,” I say. “It’s perfect.”
CHAPTER 32
Hunter
I wrapGracie in my arms, and we stand on the ledge of the lifeguard tower.
Did I have to scramble to make things happen after I invited Gracie to spend the afternoon with me? Yeah. Would I do it a hundred times over again just to see her delighted expression at every turn? Hell, yeah.
Way too many women in this town expect things. It’s like they think they’ve done the heavy lifting to stay fit and look hot, so everything else should come their way. Eventually, it felt like too much effort to find the needles in the proverbial haystack.
And then, Gracie found me.
It’s not for nothing that I want to make every minute we spend together better than the ones that came before it. It’s not an accident that I want to make her forget about that ex of hers who did more damage than good, as far as I’m concerned.
So I have no problem showing Gracie exactly how much shemeans to me. Starting with everything I’ve been thinking about since she slithered onto my lap, and I had to contend with a hard-on for the rest of dinner.
“Are you upset we skipped dessert?” I back us up slowly until we’re inside the tower, out of view of anyone nearby. But there’s no one nearby. Not a point of light on the water, no movement on the sand. We’re alone, and the soft jazz from the restaurant still plays in the background, barely audible over the crash of the waves.
She nods slowly and brings her lips to mine, making up for dessert with a kiss that devours all the air in our midst. Lips, teeth, tongue, everything she gives me I want to return, and then some. I pull her down until she’s sitting on the feather bed and blankets that cover the floor of the tower.
There are pillows behind her, pressed up against one wall, and I position her against them. The moonlight shines through the open door, dancing in the waves of her hair and flickering in her eyes. This is how I imagined the moment when I concocted it in my head hours ago, only it’s better—brighter and more vivid.
From the small takeout bag I’ve been carrying, I extract a round plastic container and a spoon. “Can’t have you upset,” I say, lifting the lid from the container so she can see the chocolate mousse inside. Handing her the spoon, I sit back on my heels to watch her face as she scoops the spoon in and takes the first bite.
Her eyes flutter shut. “Mmm, oh my god, that’s so good.” Her tongue darts out to lick the spoon and get every last bit. If I wasn’t already hard, that would finish me off. “Here, you need to try this,” she says, offering me a spoonful.
I shake my head. “No way. That’s all yours. I have my dessert right here.” I slowly push her dress up to her waist, watching her skin pebble as the breeze hits her skin and she clues in on what I plan to do.
“So I’m going to eat this while you…” Her cheeks flush, and she chews her lip. She starts to sit up from the pillows, as if she might actually protest my decision. I know she has a rational mind and some part of her probably thinks this situation is unfair, so I need to assure her that she’s right. Only I’m the one getting the better end of the deal. I gently push her back, and her head sinks into the pillows.
“Shhh,” I tell her. “Eat your dessert, Tink. I’m busy.”
Peeling her panties down her legs, I peek up to see that she’s taken another spoonful of chocolate mousse, as instructed. “Good girl,” I growl, letting my hands move where they want to go, higher inside her thighs, where her skin is soft and warm.
My tongue finds her slick, wet, and hot, and I suck hard on her clit. Her moan is so loud and satisfied that I have to fist myself to keep from coming as she gasps my name.
“I’m right here, baby.” I slide a finger inside her and continue working her with my tongue, too focused now on the prize to bother looking to see if she’s still eating the dessert.
“Hey, stop,” she pants. My head jerks up for fear that something’s wrong, and I see the wicked smile on Gracie’s face. She swipes her index finger through the chocolate mousse and runs it straight through her center, coating herself with the creamy dessert. Then she licks the rest from her finger with a pop.
“You are something else,” I groan, making short work of licking off every last damn drop. By the time I’m done, she’s moaning and arching beneath me, gasping her way to her climax, convincing me she’s the woman of my dreams. As if I didn’t already know.
She’s glistening, glowing, and wasting no time in unbuttoning my pants and sliding them down my legs. “C’mere.” I barely get the condom on before she pulls me on top of her and guides me exactly where she wants me.
And the moment I’m inside her, I’m already gone. My body shudders hard, and I give in.
CHAPTER 33
Gracie
