Page 79 of Honeybees and Sexy Tees
“That’s possible, or else the key we have literally unlocks this mystery. Maybe he didn’t have the cigars and rum on the yacht because he already dropped them off somewhere. His death could have been accidental, but that doesn’t mean he was innocent. Maybe one of those coordinates is actually a house somewhere that we now have the key to open.”
I sighed, the entire situation weighing on my shoulders. “I don’t know, and honestly, I no longer care. All we can do is take this all to the police, Mattie. Whether he died accidentally on the boat or someone did him in, I don’t know. I don’t want to know, and I don’t want to be involved in it any longer. I want to concentrate my time and energy on building our businesses, and our life, together.”
He stood and rubbed my shoulders, trying to ease the tension growing there. “I know, and I agree completely. We can’t do anything more tonight, though. How about if we lock all of this up in the safe along with the key and go for a walk down to the lake?”
“I’d rather just be done with this,” I insisted.
“I know you would, honeybee, so would I, but we have to be smart about it. A few more hours won’t hurt anything. I’d rather we take tonight to get your head feeling better and then go through the coordinates one more time before we turn it over to the police. I want to be doubly sure that nothing in the paperwork ties me to this mess in any way.”
“Okay,” I finally agreed, stacked up the paperwork, and shut down the computer. “You’re right. I know you’re right. I just want to put this behind me so much that I’m not being smart about it.”
He rubbed my back for a moment and then picked everything up and tucked it under his arm. “Grab us a couple of drinks from the fridge while I lock this up. It’s time to go visit the Lady of the Lake,” he said on a wink.
♥
We stood in the water, and it glistened under the light of a full moon. When we got to the beach, Mattie started a fire to keep us warm, then insisted we wade into the water to count the stars.
“I don’t know of anywhere else in the world that could beat this view. It never ceases to amaze me,” I said, my head turned to the sky.
“It’s gorgeous, but not as gorgeous as you are with the moonlight shining down on you.”
I leaned into him and rested my head on his shoulder. “I love you and the way you have finally embraced loving me.”
He kissed my forehead and whispered into the night, “I’ve always embraced loving you. What I’ve finally done is learn how to say forget everyone else’s opinion. No one else gets to make decisions for me anymore. It was so freeing. I can’t even explain it.”
We stood in silence, the water lapping against our legs, and I slipped my arm around his waist, swaying in the water to the sounds of the night. When I shivered, he put his arm around my waist and walked with me back to the blanket he’d laid out next to a piece of driftwood. He sat, and patted his lap, so I sat down and snuggled into him for warmth. I glanced up at him from his chest and before I could blink, his lips were on mine. The kiss was frenzied, and I moaned, the sound bouncing around in the night air. He kissed his way down my neck to dip his tongue between my breasts.
“Let’s go home so I can make love to you.”
He slipped his hand under my shirt to caress my breast, still hidden by my lacy bra. “Or I could just make love to you here. I don’t think the owls or the fish will say a thing.”
He stripped my shirt over my head, and before I could speak, his lips grasped my nipple right through the lace to suck and tease me into complying.
“Mattie,” I sighed, losing myself in the sensations. “I love you so much,” I cried, arching into his lips when he bit down gently on my bud.
His laughter rumbled through my soul, but he kept going. “Ever made love on the beach?” he asked around my lips while his fingers snapped open my shorts.
“Can’t say that I have,” I squeaked when he lifted me enough to deftly relieve me of my shorts and panties. His hands and lips were that good at distracting me.
When he stripped his own shorts off, his need sprang to life and I couldn’t stop myself from taking a taste, licking and sucking his velvety softness. A loud moan ripped through the air just as his hand grasped my hair and held me still. “You’ve got to stop now or you’re not going to tonight either,” he hissed.
I lifted my head and grinned, but he wasn’t amused. He grasped my arms and pulled me over him carefully, nestling his manhood behind me and laying his lips back on mine. His tongue swept through my mouth at lightning speed, and when he was distracted, I lowered myself over him swiftly until he was buried deep inside me.
“Honey!” he called out, pushing upward to go deeper. “You’re unbelievable. I’ve never felt this way before,” he moaned, his hips thrusting as he took my lips again, stroking my tongue with his.
He brought me to the edge and then pulled back before I could fall over it. “Mattie, please,” I begged.
“Please what?” he asked around my lips, his thighs shaking from the willpower it took to hold himself back.
I could have answered him but sometimes actions speak louder than words, so I shifted, settling myself over him until he was so deep that I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began. His hips twitched and I met him stroke for stroke, but he had lost all semblance of control. He was moaning the moan that told me it was almost over, and I leaned forward, my lips on his just as we both exploded, stars behind our eyelids and each other’s names on our lips.
I don’t know how long it was before the sound of the lake permeated the fog of lust and satisfied desire in my head. I was sprawled against Mattie’s chest, his head resting on the top of mine as our breathing slowed back to normal.
“I love you so much,” he whispered, kissing the top of my head. “Being with you like this is . . . um . . .”
I glanced up at him, and his eyes were shining with an emotion so pure and powerful it took my breath away. I slid my hand up his cheek so I could run my thumb over his soft lips. “It’s okay, Mattie,” I promised. “I feel the same way. Sometimes there just aren’t words.”
His arms came around me, and he held me to his chest in a way that didn’t require words. “If I had to do it all over again,” he whispered, kissing my lips for a breath, “I’d hold you and never let you go. I’d stop fighting against the connection we’ve always had and let it guide me rather than try to pretend it didn’t exist. There’s so much I want to say to you, but the words are never there.”
