Page 54 of Waiting For A Girl Like You
“I can see someone in the doorway.” Liam leaned forward, pushing her slightly with him. “These guys are starting to piss me off.”
Jamison smacked another unnaturally big mosquito and nearly dropped her phone into the water. “Let’s give it five more minutes.”
“Agreed,” he replied, lowering the binoculars. “I said we’d be back before sunset, and I still need time with you.”
“Exactly.” She shifted just enough to catch his eye. “I’m not done modeling this bathing suit.”
A low groan rumbled against her skin as he dipped his head to kiss her neck. “Oh, the things I’m going to do to you while you’re wearing it.”
The shiver she felt had nothing to do with the cold. Sighing, she tilted her head back, letting him trail kisses toward her ear. “What if we run away? Just disappear into a hotel room for the weekend before anyone tells us no.”
His teeth scraped her skin, deliberate and slow. “You know we can’t.”
She pouted, only half joking. “But think about howrefreshedyou’ll be after a naked, sweaty, orgasmically good weekend, where neither of us are walking straight afterward.”
“I don’t think orgasmically is a real word.”
“It is,” she insisted. “And you know damn well you’d come back with a clearer head if you just sat still long enough for me to have my way with you.” She wiggled back until she was snug between his thighs. “Hell, we could be extra adventurous and try something in this kayak.”
He fought not to grin and lost. “Jamison, you’re a strong, capable woman who eats weak men for breakfast.”
“Only after I’ve had my coffee.”
“And you can do anything you set your mind to.”
“Such compliments, Mr. Cohen.” She batted her lashes like she had done back at the dock with Emmett. “You’re definitely trying to get lucky.”
Liam’s lips twitched. “But, babe, you’re loud. All. The. Time. When you talk, when you sleep, anddefinitelyduring sex.”
“I am not!” she whisper-shouted, knowing it was a lie, especially about the sex part. Her motto was the louder, the better. “I’m the epitome of a lady.”
“Yeah. A lady who screams for hours. Surveillance sex is out, I’m afraid.”
She tried to hold in the giggle, but it cracked out of her in wheezing bursts. He clamped his hand over her mouth, covering half her face in the process. “See?” he whispered, shaking with silent laughter. “Freaking loud.”
“Maybe I wouldn’t scream so much if you weren’t so handsome and annoyingly good in bed.” She squirmed free to kiss him. “And while you’re at it, stop being so charming, and maybe I won’t laugh as loud as I do.”
“Not gonna happen. You’re stuck with my handsome, great-in-bed, charmingly hilarious self.” He kissed her again, nipping at her bottom lip. “And don’t worry, I won’t let your compliments go to my head. I know none of them are true because if they were, you wouldn’t have left me.”
The smile on her face vanished.
“Liam…”
He was making a joke, but the residual pain hung on, chipping away at this happy little moment.
“Forget what I said,” Liam rushed out, digging his fingers in the hair on the back of her head as they held each other nose to nose. “I’m sorry. It’s done and over with, and I shouldn’t have said that.”
“I know, but—”
“No. Just no. Let’s make that time apart one of those stories we don’t tell. Not until we’re ready.” The kayak teetered as he pulled her as close as possible. “You know the ones I mean, right? Like the time you thought you could build that IKEA bookshelf by yourself, but ended up having a breakdown because the instructions sucked.”
“Thank you for setting those instructions on fire. It made me feel better to watch them burn.”
“Jamison, I would set the whole fucking world on fire for you.”
He always knew the right thing to say, and her smile wobbled back into place. “You really were reading romance novels while we were separated.”
“Several,” he confessed with zero shame. “But I was depressed, and reading them made me feel close to you.”
