Page 49 of The Summer Arrangement
“Look,” Lizzy says, regaining control of the conversation. “I really like him. Sure, Cameron and I have a lot to work out, butnothingneeds to be settled tonight. Seriously… you know asmuch as we do about where this is going… you can give me the tenth degreeafterCameron and I have figured things out… but give us time to do that… Okay?” she trails off.
“Does Emilia know?” Sloane asks.
“Not yet,” I admit. “But when the time is right, she will.”
“That makes sense,” Lanie agrees.
“Look, I know this is an extremely unusual situation… Given you all work with me in one way or another. But I give you my word…I will alwayskeep our professional lives professional. I won’t treat any of you any differently, and the decisions I make at work will reflect what needs to be done for the sake of the job.”
Inhaling deeply, I search for the right words to explain everything adequately. “From the day I met Elizabeth Lancaster, my life has flipped upside down. She’s not only captured my heart but has completely stolen my daughter’s, too. I’ve tried like hell to deny my feelings, but now that she’s let hers be known, there’s no way I’m letting her go.”
“Point taken.” Jax nods in understanding. “I’m, by no means, speaking for the rest of her family, but I for one appreciate your directness.”
Finn adds, “If Lizzy’s happy, then I’m happy… but I’ll give you the same warning I got when I started seeing Raven. It’s not the colonel you should worry about should shit go sideways… these sisters are a force to be reckoned with, and you can officially consider yourself warned.”
This makes the entire group burst into laughter, and any remaining tension dissolves instantly.
Grinning from ear to ear as she shakes her head, Lanie demands, “Enough with the heavy talk… we’ve got a birthday to celebrate!”
*****
“I thought we’d never make it home!” I growl between kisses as we fumble through my front door.
“No… kidding,” Lizzy pants as she claws the hem of my shirt, pressing her lips to mine. “Mmmm… Need… You.”
Running my hands along her back, I kiss along her jaw to that spot under her ear that drives her wild. “You’ve got me,” I promise on a deep exhale.
From the moment she claimed me with that kiss on the dance floor, an undercurrent of pent-up tension has been building between us. By the time we left the bar, I’m wound so tight, I might explode. I need this woman more than I need my next breath.
I nip, suck, and lick along her collarbone as her hands roam my body. Her silky-smooth skin makes me burn with desire. When I feel my shirt tug against my back, I reluctantly break our connection and hastily pull it over my head, then toss it to the floor.
Heat flows through me as I watch her eyes widen with hunger. My dick jumps in my jeans when I catch her tongue sliding along her lower lip.
Fuck, that’s sexy.
Memories of just how talented that tongue of hers is makes my cock grow even thicker. The vixen catches the movement and smirks in the most seductive way.
“If you’re gonna ogle, it’s only fair I get a show, too…” I warn.
“Wha…?” she starts, but I cut her off.
“Strip…” I challenge, toeing off my shoes. After I’ve kicked them aside, I add, “I wanna see that sexy ass of yours… naked. Start with your shirt.”
Forcing myself to remain frozen in place as she crosses her hands over her waist is torture. My pulse races when she reaches for the hem of her blue V-neck and slowly drags it over her head, revealing the sexiest royal-blue bra I’ve ever seen.
It’s the perfect contrast to her sun-kissed skin. It’s satin and lace and forms to the contour of her curves perfectly.
When she tosses her shirt on the floor beside mine, she stops and stares.
God, her tits are fucking perfect.
They’re round and full and heave with every breath she takes.
The longer I stare, the harder her nipples pucker through the sheer lace.
Groaning, I run a hand down my face.
When I can’t take it any longer, I step closer. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Elizabeth.”
