Page 28 of Sweet Escape at Bayside
“Andre—”
“It’s aFrenchkiss,” he said with a grin.
“Stop talking and get to it,” she said with a soft laugh. “Why was it so much easier to stop atthisbefore we had sex?”
“Fear.You were afraid of the emotions having sex with me would unleash.”
He kissed her belly, knowing just how to make her lose her mind, but he couldn’t let go of the fear of waking up to an empty bed. It was that unsettled monster inside him that made him stop kissing, and touched his forehead to her sternum with a sigh.
“Why’d you stop?” she panted out.
“Because I’ve never forgotten the taste of you, and I’ve missed it. But if we go further, if I fall asleep with you in my arms, how do I know you won’t be gone in the morning?”
“Because this time I know the consequences of loving you.” Her brow wrinkled and she said, “I’m a nervous wreck, but only because Iknowhow I’ll lose myself in you, and I don’t want to slow down.”
His head fell forward with her confession, and her name slipped from his lips like a prayer. “Daisy…”
“That’s normal, right? To be nervous about that?” She looked away and said, “Oh, geez. Did I just ruin this?”
He turned her face so he could see her eyes and said, “No. You just made it even better.”
“I thought I messed up. Maybe you should love me until I’m too tired to move.”
He laughed and kissed her deeply. “You know how I love a challenge.”
“But I need you to do me a favor first.”
“Break your kissing-only rule?Done.”
She shook her head and pushed at his chest. “On your back, big boy.”
There was no sight more beautiful than watching Violet love him. The memories of the look of pleasure that came over her when she’d loved him had played in his mind so many times while they were apart, the scent of jasmine could conjure them.
Her hair fell around their faces. Her brow wrinkled and she said, “Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Never mind. Just close your eyes.”
He did, and she began kissing her way down his chest.
“Baby, you feel so good,” he said as she kissed his pecs. “That’s it. Damn, baby, your mouth is magic.”
She looked up at him. “Stop saying sweet things.”
“Why?”
Her eyes flamed. “Because it turns me to mush, and I can’t drive you crazy when you do that to me.”
He looked down at his arousal and said, “Apparently you drive me crazy when you’re mushy, so we’re good.”
She glared at him, and he chuckled.
When she lowered her mouth to his skin again he buried his hands in her hair and said, “That’s it, baby. You feel incredible.”
She stopped cold, glowering at him.
“I can’t help it,” he said with a laugh. “Sweet stuff just comes out. What do you want me to say—take it all, baby?”
