Page 33 of Alice & Meg: Summer Vacation
“Damn, babe.”
I smiled.“What?”
He stood and walked toward me slowly, like a lion stalking prey.“That dress.The way it fits you…”
His hands slid up my sides, and then one dipped under the hem of the dress.His fingers brushed up the inside of my thigh.
“I need to get my shoes on,” I whispered.
“You don’t need shoes for this,” he growled.
I leaned back into him, and his hand found its way between my legs.I bit my lip and looked up at him through the mirror.His reflection was focused, dark, and hungry.
“You’re going to make us late for lunch,” I gasped.
He didn’t stop.“Don’t give a fuck.They can go without us.”
When I came, I saw stars.My hands gripped the edge of the counter, knuckles white, and my heart racing.He watched me through the mirror the whole time, and that alone nearly pushed me over the edge again.
I slumped back against him, panting.
“Now I don’t think I can even walk,” I said.
Wrecker chuckled, lips brushing my ear.“I’ll carry you, babe.”
He reached down like he was going to scoop me up, but I dodged away.
“No, no.You do that and we really won’t leave this room.”My stomach growled, loud and clear.I pointed to it.“Mama needs to eat.”
He chuckled.“Fine.But once we get back tonight?You’re all mine.”
A shiver ran down my spine.I bent down to slip on my sandals.
“Don’t be all sexy with me, Wrecker.We’re going to lunch and then mini-golfing.”
He walked over and pulled me into his arms, his front pressed to mine, and hands low on my back.“Then don’t wear a dress in front of me.You know what it does to me.All I want to do is flip it up and have my way with you.”
My knees nearly buckled.“Even after all these years?”I whispered.
He cupped my ass and kissed my jaw.“I’ll never not want you, babe.Even when we’re old and the kids have shoved us into a nursing home.I’ll still be chasing you around with my walker and flipping your skirt whenever I can.”
“Shameless,” I laughed.
“Just in love with you,” he said, and brushed a kiss over my mouth.
We finished getting ready and headed outside.
Everyone was already gathered around the bikes and the Bronco.Meg spotted me immediately and arched a brow.
She knew.
“Uh, let’s go eat, yeah?”she said quickly, clearly not wanting to hear the details.
Greta beamed.“I’m just ready to kick all your asses at golf.”
Bear put an arm around her.“It’s mini golf, babe.And I’m going to kick your ass.”
“Sure, sure,” she muttered.
