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“Giving you moment to tell me no.”

Her tears fall slowly. “We’ve already had a lifetime of no and not yet. I don’t want to wait anymore. Not when I’ve loved you before I understood what love was and not when I’ve been so alone without you.”

“What did you say?”

She smiles, her eyes shimmering. “That I love you, Hale. I always have.”

Shelovesme.

I love her.

And now, there’s nothing here to stop us.

Chapter Seventeen

Becca

Hale effortlessly carries me in a straddle, yanking a blanket from the family room before racing us outside. I can’t stop kissing him or keep my hands from sliding all over his bare chest. He curses when I give his ear a teasing flick, banging the sliding glass door a few times before he manages to shut it.

I want to laugh and squeal with happiness. Kiss him until my lips bruise from the effort. He loves me. The man my life was empty without loves me!

We’re alone. The only sound, the gentle ocean waves beating against the sand and the squawks and chirps of birds soaring across the bright blue sky. So, instead of delighted squeals and simple kisses of affection, it’s time for us to share more.

He groans when I rub against him, clumsily flapping the large blanket to lay across the sand. It’s a gorgeous day, warm, the small lingering clouds no match for bright sun. It’s too early in the year for tourists, but it’s perfect weather for locals to wander and fish. It doesn’t matter to me and I don’t think it matters to Hale. Between the dunes and the vegetation, we’re well hidden should someone pass, and I’m done being shy.

He lowers us to the blanket onto our knees, placing me somewhere in the center. I yank down his sweats. He’s not wearing underwear. That’s good. It would only get in the way.

I reach for his long, thick shaft. He’s fully hard, the tip rigid and throbbing. I take my time, playing, starting at the base and stroking him from base to the tip, my grip tight and slow.

His fingers thread through my hair, kissing me, his breath hitching the more I tease him.

I lost my shoes somewhere between the house and here. The tops of my feet slide across the fleece blanket as I remove his pants completely. I watch him as I lower myself and take my first taste of his hardness. My tongue swirls, moistening the tip several times before my wide mouth descends down his length.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he rasps.

I didn’t think he could become more aroused. But the deeper I take him, the more he proves me wrong. He fists my hair to better see me, gasping and cursing when he passes the back of my throat.

I’m more than happy to finish him this way, the surge of his lust accelerating mine. Hale has other plans. He lifts the skirt of my dress, ridding me of my panties and spinning me in the air. His swiftness and agility catches me by surprise, as does the care he uses so he doesn’t hurt me.

He lands on his back with me on top of him, my knees on either side of his head. He shoves my skirt away, yanking my hips down toward eager lips. I hiss every cuss word I know through my teeth when he suckles, pulling off my dress and partially tearing the fabric in my haste to remove it.

I strip out of my bra, carelessly tossing it away. I reach for Hale’s erection, wanting to get back to his needs, but barely able to do more than stroke him. I whimper, my wanton needs turning my brain to mush and urging me to rock my pelvis.

My back arches, exposing my taut nipples to the sun and the sky above. Heat and sunlight beat against my breasts, their heavy weight slapping against my skin the faster I move.

My orgasm builds in a rush I’m not prepared for, crashing harder than hail over granite. I fall forward, unable to stop my thighs from quivering or my pelvis from tilting up and down. Deep moans thunder through Hale’s generous lips when I take him into my mouth again and create a firm seal. I meant to take things slow, to find out what he likes. But like me, once we started, neither of us could do anything slow.

I just finish my next orgasm when he flips me once more, placing me on my side with his chest pressed against my back. I crane my neck, trying to see Hale. He cups my jaw, holding me in place as he kisses me.

It should be a sexy, aggressive kiss, seeing what we just did to each other. But somehow Hale keeps it tender, the love he feels for me warming my heart with each gentle pass. “I love you, Becca,” he says.

“I love you, too.” I almost say, I love you more. Only because he can’t imagine how much I’ve waited for him.

His tongue drags down the curve of my neck. “Are you ready for me?” he murmurs.

I shudder when he slides the tip of his rigid staff between my legs. “I’ve been waiting for you for years,” I confess.

Hale slips his hand away from my face. My head sags from the weight of my anticipation. He reaches between us, positioning himself so he can push inside me.

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