Page 16 of Flip the Field
“Never?” Her eyes grew wide.
“I’m twenty-one and a guy,” We pulled up to another red light.
“Not hard to believe. Just sounds crazy when you say it out loud.” She nodded. “I’ve never been in love either. I think my expectations are too high.”
“Yeah, no pressure.” I huffed under my breath.
She looked at me, but didn’t say anything. We turned left onto the road parallel to the beach.
“Wow,” The waves were high and crashed onto the beach. Amerie rolled the window down and inhaled. “I forget how beautiful it is out here.”
The sun reflected off the blue water. It was impressive. We pulled off onto a small street that led down toward the public beach and found a parking spot.
The breeze blew off the ocean and filled my nose with salt water. People peppered the sand, but few were in the water. It wasn’t too crowded.
Amerie stepped out of the car and crossed around the front, her eyes glued to the water. Her hair blew in her face and she gathered it in her hands. I pulled her sweater from the crook of her elbow as she secured her hair with an elastic band into a ponytail.
I held her sweater up and helped her put it on.
“Thank you.”
I stepped in front of her and straightened her collar. I couldn’t stop touching her. We were drawn to each other –– she felt it, too. She stepped closer and put her hands on my waist.
I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her to me. Our lips sealed together, and the rest of the world gradually fell away. The wind and the waves continued in the background, but they were muffled. Her lips on mine took over my senses. The way they tasted and felt. The sounds as she moaned low in her throat while her nails gripped my sides. She even smelled good. A mixture of the beach, pine, and flowers.
I tilted her head and deepened the kiss. I reached behind her, never letting our lips separate. I’d remembered the feel of the top of her ass in my hand and ventured there again.
“They’re kissing. They’re kissing.”
Amerie pulled away. I turned and glared at the stupid brats who’d chanted at us as they ran away. I stepped toward them, ready to teach them a lesson in how not to ruin the moment, but Amerie grabbed my hand and giggled.
There was that smile again. It made me forget my own name.
“Come on,” She shielded her eyes from the sun. “Let’s get something to eat.”
We walked along the boardwalk. I took her hand and our fingers interlaced like we’d been holding hands for a hundred years. She appeared perfectly relaxed. On the outside, so did I. My insides were a twisted mess. My brain and my cock were having a tug of war. My heart stood in the middle, confused about who to root for. We walked in silence. The smell of boiled seafood hit us both at the same time. We groaned and followed it to a spot a few feet farther down on the beach side of the boardwalk.
“Sit anywhere you like, hon.” The waitress waved at me with a pitcher of beer in one hand and mugs in the other. Amerie weaved her way through the restaurant to a small square table close to the water.
I held her chair out.
“Thank you.” She sat down.
I sat across from her. With the sun to her back, she looked like an angel.
Not the type who played with devils like me.
