Page 6 of Inside the Penalty Box

“Not too bad. I’m not a huge fan of the ocean. I went more to appease my friends.”

I smiled. “Same here.”

“How long are you here for?”

“Five days, but we leave the day after tomorrow. It was a quick girls’ trip before school starts. What about you?”

“We leave tomorrow morning.”

“Ah, back to reality.”

“Guess you could say that.”

We stepped onto the beach, and I quickly slipped my shoes off. We continued to walk toward the water’s edge, the cool sand beneath my feet. The water glistened as the moonlight danced over the gentle waves.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered, stopping to stare.

“That it is,” he whispered, bringing us to a stop.

When I finally looked at him, I noticed his heady eyes staring at me–a look that my ex rarely ever gave to me. He grabbed hold of both of my hands and gently pulled me forward until my body rested against his, then he slid his hands around my waist.

I swallowed hard as my body heated. He smelled good, a mixture of cologne, sweat, and sea air. His one hand locked on my waist, the other drifted slowly up to my cheek and slid into my hair. Our eyes met, and he leaned in, his lips gently grazing mine.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” he said in a throaty whisper.

I was so shocked I said nothing, and before I knew it, his lips met mine again.

Chapter 3

Aurora

My body became weak as his lips moved from mine to my ear, then to my neck and down to my bare shoulder while his hands explored my body. I could feel him straining through his pants as he pulled me closer. His hand lifted the edge of my skirt and his fingers danced up the back of my thigh and along my panty line.

As fire ran through my body, I placed my hands on his chest, pushing against him. I needed a second to breathe, anything other than physical contact because every nerve of my body was on fire, something I’d never experienced quite as intensely with anyone before.

I couldn’t remember ever kissing someone who actually kissed the way he did. Greg never kissed me this way, and he’d never caused this much arousal in me, and here I’d thought he was going to be my forever.

“Something wrong?” he whispered in my ear, his breath tickling me, sending more waves through me.

“Give me a moment, just a second, to calm down,” I said, breathing hard. My panties were soaked, my centre was throbbing, and I knew that if he slid my panties to the side and ran his fingers through my centre, I’d combust.

He chuckled, brought his hand to my cheek, and resumed kissing my neck, sucking my earlobe into his mouth and gently biting it between his teeth, not giving me even the smallest moment to calm down.

“How about we go back to your room,” he whispered, his breath once again causing a shiver to go through my body. “We can get to know one another a little better,” he whispered, sucking my earlobe between his lips.

A chill ran through me at the thought. I already knew that was exactly what I wanted, and then I remembered Lorelai.

“Um…my roommate…she is sleeping,” I said, closing my eyes and attempting to think of anything other than what he was doing so I could breathe.

“Come back to mine then,” he said, his voice low and throaty while he pulled me gently toward the room buildings.

I closed my eyes. My heart was in my throat and my chest felt tight. My mouth was dry. I so wanted this…but this wasn’t me. I swallowed hard. Could I do this for one night? Could I actually have a one-night stand with a guy I knew nothing about? I guess I could do this, get this urge to be spontaneous out of my system. Yes, I could be like my mother for only one night.

Minutes later, we were standing outside of his room. He fiddled with his keycard while I was pressed against the door as we kissed.

Finally, I heard the click of the lock and felt the door give way. He pinned me against the wall inside and shut the door. His hands ran over my body, down to the hem of my skirt. His rough fingers slid up the backs of my legs, finding my ass. He gripped me tight as he kissed me, his fingers finding their way into my panties and expertly sliding through my centre twice before he began tapping my clit, his lips still on mine, silencing my cries.

I gripped his shirt. I could feel myself losing control. “You’ve got to stop,” I murmured breathlessly.

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