Page 9 of Yours to Conquer

“So… you’re Catholic.” It’s more of a statement than a question.

“No, I’m nothing. I stopped going to church when my mom passed away. I couldn’t believe anymore. How can you justify a god that overlooks the things that happened in my family?” I look down at my index finger as it draws invisible circles on Anthony’s leg. “Where was he when my mom was getting her ass beat? Is it fate, karma, or God? I have no idea. I like to believe that the universe has a plan, but I’m not sure.”

“My family wasn’t big into going to church. I think I went to a few Christmas services, but the only time I step into a church is for a wedding, a funeral, or a christening.”

“Speaking of weddings, did it surprise you that Damon proposed to Kat?” I know I was shocked, so it will be interesting to see Anthony’s take on things.

“No, I saw him at the party where he won her back. I also saw how miserable he was without her. It doesn’t surprise me at all. He’s taking no chances that she will get away again. I’m surprised he didn’t kidnap her and take her to Vegas for a quickie marriage in a drive-thru chapel,” he jokes.

“I can’t imagine Kat getting married in a drive-thru chapel. I’d do that, but there’s no way she would.” Standing up to stretch, I walk to the rail and look out over the water. “She’ll have the whole church wedding, long white dress thing. I bet her mom is over the moon.She likes Damon.” The wind is kicking up, making the waves crash harder on the sand.

“He’s quite a catch. Who wouldn’t want a handsome and rich son-in-law?” he asks as he comes to stand behind me.

“I guess if that’s important to you. Not everyone likes rich, handsome men.” I turn around and poke him playfully in the chest. “Take me, for example. I like old men because I chose someone who’s ten years my senior to fall in love with.” I cover my mouth quickly like my statement just slipped out.

CHAPTER SEVEN

“You did not just call me old and use the word ‘senior’ in the same sentence. I know I must have heard you wrong.” He gives me a serious look. His eyes narrow, and his head tilts, adding intensity to his stare down.

I look around for an escape. He has me caged between his arms and the deck rail, but I duck under him and make a run for the stairs. I make it to the bottom when I feel him grab the tie to my robe. In one yank, the robe is gone. I am free, but I am naked. I continue to run from him, knowing that eventually, he will catch me, but until he does, I will continue to taunt him.

“See, you must be old because you can’t even catch me. My twenty-four-year-old body has outsmarted and outpaced you, old man.” I have now trapped myself between him and the water. He knows I won’t go into the ocean on my own, so he slows things down and stalks me.

“You know, babe, when I catch you, I am going to show you how old I am. What I can’t finish before we leave for my parents, I’ll pick up after we return. I’m going to make you eat those words,” hethreatens. I’m winded from the chase, but he isn’t even breathing hard.

“You’ll have to catch me first.” I make a break for it but get caught in his grip, trying to run past him. We both fall onto the sand in a fit of laughter. I’m stark naked, and he is barely wrapped in his robe. Shrugging it off, he pins me to the ground with his body.

“Does this feel like a man who’s old?” he asks as he pushes his hardness against my side. He leans to his left, keeping me pinned in place by his hip and leg. His right hand comes up to brush the hair from my face.

“You’re in good shape for an older guy,” I say, trying to squirm away from him. It’s an exercise in futility. He has me, and he will not let me go.

“Let me show you what this older guy is capable of,” he says as he gently kisses my lips.

I wasn’t expecting this kind of tenderness after all the teasing I did. I relax and melt into the sand as he places short, sweet kisses across my lips. His hand slides up from my hip to softly cup the swell of my breast. Feeling his touch sends a frizzle of excitement through me. I open my mouth to sigh. He takes full advantage of that as his tongue slides past my lips. There is a complete exploration before the dueling of our tongues begins. The kiss lasts for an eternity; its intensity brings a fire to the pit of my stomach. Everything for me starts with either a heart-squeezing moment or a thigh-clenching moment. Today’s events are wreaking havoc between my legs.

“Do you like this, babe?” he asks as his hand begins to squeeze gently.

“Uh… huh…” I hum, barely able to catch my breath. He’s got me panting and at his mercy.

His hand leaves my breast and slowly slides down my stomach. It takes up residence between my legs. As his fingers work their magic, a soft moan escapesmy lips. “Mmm.”

“Does this feel good, babe?” he asks as he slides a finger inside of me.

“Ohh… mmm… hmm,” I reply.

He’s strategic, touching me in precisely the right place, with the right amount of pressure to take me soaring to the top. Just as I begin to feel the first shudder of my release, he pulls back, plummeting me back to Earth. He continues his relentless teasing until I am begging him for my release.

“Do you want to come, Em? Are you ready?” he whispers seductively in my ear.

“Yes! I want to come, Anthony...take me there,” I beg.

He lifts his head and devours me with his eyes. The intensity of his stare almost takes me over the top. His body shifts and I spread my legs, waiting for him to take his place between them. When I think he’s going to plunge himself deep inside me, he rises to his feet, grabs his robe, and heads indoors.

“Let’s go, babe. We have to be at my parents’ house in an hour.” I can hear his laughter from the house as he disappears inside.

I can’t believe he just did that to me. He knew what he was doing. Now I’m going to have to spend the evening in a body that’s in a heightened, sexually aroused state. My skin is hypersensitive, my nipples tingle, and I can’t stop squeezing my thighs together.Oh, I’m a mess.I tilt my head back to see if he’s gone into the house before I let out a scream.

I pull myself up off the sand and walk into our bedroom. He is just stepping out of the shower. One look at him, and I am back in a state of arousal.

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