Page 82 of Duke's Daring Bookworm
Chapter Thirty
Lily always fucking surprised me. I tried to be sweet and gentle with her, but she never failed to say exactly the right thing to ruin my plans.
“Minx. You know you did.” I handed her a water bottle and tried not to think about her mouth on my cock as she swallowed a large gulp.
“Is it weird that I never know how thirsty I am until I drink something? Same with food. Like, I forget that my body has needs.”
“Probably, but who wants to be normal?” I spread out the blanket I brought in a shady spot of soft grasses. Lily leaned back on her elbows, her chest covered in that barely there scrap of lace she called a swimsuit. If I glanced it, it looked like lace over her otherwise naked breasts. Breasts that were currently thrust to the sky as if in offering to the gods of old.
Too bad. They couldn’t have her. She was mine. She justdidn’t know it yet.
I prayed to whichever gods listened she would accept more from me, that she would want a relationship. I didn’t even let myself think of forever, but hell if there was anyone else for that job.
“Good point,” she interrupted my musings. “Normal is boring.”
I knew she lied. She wanted normal more than anyone I knew. I couldn’t give her that, but hopefully happiness would be enough.
“Come here.” I held my hand out to her and helped her stand from the rock, holding tight as I led her to the small picnic I set up.
“You brought all this?” She sounded surprised. “I just brought a granola bar.”
“Did you think I would invite you to an uninhabited island and let you starve? What kind of man do you think I am?”
“Wait, you’re a man?”
I grabbed her around the waist and tickled her until she squealed. I held her as close to me as I could while I did.
“Do I need to show you again just how much of a man I am?”
She laughed and tried to wriggle away.
“Maybe. I’m not sure I remember.”
We tumbled into the blanket, and I’d given up tickling her when she turned to face me. She fit so damn perfectly. We grew up together, but it felt more like we’d grown to fit each other, like my body knew exactly what size I needed to be to hold her.
She leaned in and kissed my nose.
“What did you bring to eat?”
“I thought you might like chicken nuggets, though I’mnot sure they survived the trip and are safe to eat. I also have grapes, cheese, wine, and an assortment of meats. Oh, and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, just in case.”
I sat up and grabbed the food I brought, setting it down on the blanket between us before pouring the champagne. When she reached for the grapes, I batted her hand away and picked one up to feed it to her. Her rosy lips wrapped around my fingers and sucked gently as she took the grapes.
My refractory time shortened with that move, especially not with the way her tongue traced her lips, chasing the salty taste of my skin.
“So how did you find this place, anyway?” She picked up a piece of cheese and bit into it, her tongue darting out once again to capture a crumb from the corner of her lips.
“What?” My brain melted at the sight of her tongue.
“I said will you pretty please fuck me already?”
I laughed.
“Yes, but that’s not what you said.” I kissed her, sharing the taste of the champagne that danced on my tongue. I pulled back, less than eager to let her go, but I knew Lily, if I didn’t keep her on track, she wouldn’t eat enough of the lunch I laid out for her.
“Fine.” She sighed like it was a burden not to have my cock in her this instant. I enjoyed teasing her. I always had. Even when we were little kids digging in the mud for worms. Nothing’s changed, except that now I know why I always wanted to tease her so much. I craved her laughter and happiness.
Watching Lily eat the food I brought filled me with pride and settled a restless feeling that always lived just under the surface. I provided for her. Never mind that doing so was the easiest thing in the world for me. Feeding her woke a primal part of me, and doing so with nothingbut the sky, sand, and waves for company soothed the beast in a way nothing else could.
