Page 58 of OneTime Lovers
Scott
Asthesunsets,I lay back contented on a lounger on the deck and think how much I’ve enjoyed today hanging out with my mates and in particular, Jasmine. It reminds me of growing up in Australia. Sure, different group of guys and girls, different brand of beer, different beach, and it was a bloody lot warmer in Sydney, but the same kind of strong friendships.
Bec and Blake have wandered off to the now dark beach and Cassie and Luke have just gone up to their room, leaving Jas and me alone on the deck.
Looking sideways to the lounger beside me where Jas is lying back relaxing, my eyes skim over her gorgeous reclining figure.
She turns her head to look at me as if she can sense my eyes drinking in her body. “Thanks for teaching me to surf today. It was so much fun.” Her voice is like a warm breeze disturbing the silence of the still night.
“You were a natural and it was my pleasure … and speaking of pleasure, would you like to shift your cute little ass over here onto my much more comfortable lounger. It’s not a hammock but I’m sure we can make it just as good.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” she replies with a mischievous grin as she moves to join me. I turn on my side to give her more room as she scooches in close to me.
“So, you think I have a cute ass?” she asks, still grinning.
Wrapping my arms around her, I run my hand down over the peachy cheeks in question. “Baby, you have a deliciously cute ass. I especially like seeing your gorgeous ass barely covered in your green bikini. Man, that drives me crazy.”
Gently I pull her close, so she is flush up against me. “Can you feel how much I love talking about your cute ass?” I’m loving the way my hardening shaft nestles between her thighs, like our bodies were made to go together.
Laughing, she admits, “I like driving you crazy. It definitely has its benefits.” Snuggling her in closer so the warmth of my body melts into hers, has me thinking of a lot more things about Jas’s body which drive me crazy.
I nuzzle into her neck, one of my favorite places, smiling as she trembles in my arms. Then, placing my lips to her ear, I murmur, “Hmm, you smell good too … irresistible. I don’t ever want to let you go.” The words have popped out of my mouth without thought and I have no plans to take them back.
Her pretty glossy lips drop open, and I take the opportunity to steal a kiss, a deep, lingering kiss. My first proper taste of her lips today, lips which more and more I see as belonging to me.
When we are both a little breathless and before things get out of hand, I pull back and say, “I’ve been waiting to do that all day.” I’m rewarded with one of her specialjust for mesmiles.
“You only had to ask,” she teases. Good to know, next time I won’t wait a whole day for a proper kiss, I’ll ask straight up at the start. Especially now I know the answer is likely to be yes.
With her head burrowed into my chest, Jas mumbles almost to herself, “You were right about this weekend––it’s like a couples retreat.”
“Yep, we are surrounded. If you can’t beat them, join them.” I throw the words out there, hoping to start a conversation about us. I need to tell her how I feel. And I need to know how she feels about us.
“I think you’ve had too much wine. At what point did you decide you wanted to be acouple?” She lifts her head from my chest, and looks me directly in the eye, waiting for my response.
“Excuse me, but I wasn’t the one who needed convincing to come away for the weekend,” I remind her.
She chuckles softly, dropping her head back onto my chest. “Fair point.”
“That’s all you’ve got to say, for torturing me for a week.” I pinch her gently on the butt, eliciting a giggle.
Then more seriously I say, “Jas, what made you change your mind about coming with me? I thought the night of the storm, things had moved forward for us.”
She shifts against me and as I feel her silence becoming uncomfortable, she murmurs, “I agree … things did change between us that night. I could no longer fool myself into thinking we were just friends, it felt like so much more. It scared me a little.”
“Why?” I push for more, feeling that we have reached a critical point in definingusinto the future.
Again, another extended silence follows before she finally answers, “I don’t want to get hurt again.” Her voice is low and soft.
There is a real vulnerability behind her words, which shocks me. She’s got it all wrong, I would never want to hurt her. I’ve not wanted relationships in the past but now with Jas, it’s exactly what I do want, a serious long-term commitment.
“I’d never do anything to hurt you. I’m not a cheater. You can trust me. I want to be with you, only you, for as long as you’ll have me … which hopefully is a very long time.” Ignoring my racing heart, I plow on, terrified I may never get another chance to tell her how I feel. “I’m sorry if that freaks you out but it’s the truth, and if you need time to get used to the idea, then I’m okay with that too. Just please don’t make me wait too long. It’s torture trying to remain just friends.”
My words tumble out, surprising me almost as much as I think they surprise her. I’ve never been one to pour my heart out, or even felt the urge to do so in the past.
“Really!” she gasps out. “What brought this change about?” she asks breathlessly, her sweet lips slightly open. My hope soars along with the pounding of my heart. I wonder if she can hear it. I wonder if she recognizes how pivotal this moment is. This could be everything.
Placing my hand under her chin I tilt her face toward me and tell her honestly, “You, Jasmine. You made me rethink my view on relationships. In fact you’ve made me reassess my whole life. I’m falling in love with you.”
