Page 39 of Losing Forever
Her features straighten with a seriousness that makes my dick stiff. Oh, hell. A look like that should be illegal. Her hand slides over my pec to my collarbone and stops at the back of my neck.
She moves closer, like she's pushing up on her toes. “Does that privilege include other things?”
“What did you have in mind?” If she says sex, I'm so in, or else I'm dreaming, passed out on one of the pool loungers back at the house. I cup her cheek and hold her tighter in case she tries to slip away. The boat tips and her body presses into mine.
She gasps, and I know it's because she feels how much I want her.
I don't try to hide it.
“Is this a special privilege, too?” She lowers onto her heels and then slides her body back up mine, getting a better feel of my erection.
No way this is happening in real life.
“For you? Always. All I have to do is think about you.” I can't believe I’m admitting this. I never have before—to any girl.
“You were thinking about me in the shower that one day.” She bites her plump bottom lip, making me jealous.
“I sure was.” I nod and grow even harder for her. Christ. This woman.
“What exactly were you thinking?” Desire darkens in her eyes.
She wants me to tell her? This is the best fantasy come to life. The fact that it's with Braylee makes it even more surreal. I'll never forget this moment, never forget her like this.
“I'd rather show you.” I dip my head and brush a kiss across her waiting lips. Sweet as candy. One taste and my body flames with desire.
I cup both her cheeks and tilt my head, needing to kiss her deeply. The boat pitches at the front and we stumble sideways, caught off guard. I grab the control center by the wheel and hook my arm around her waist before she goes down.
“Are you okay?”
She pushes her long hair from her face. “What was that?”
I nod at the speedboat racing away from us, not ready to let her go yet. “We're drifting, and we got caught in his wake.” I should be paying attention to the ocean. She's just so damn distracting. “As much as I don't want this—whatever it is—to end, I need to drive us back.”
“Home?” Her voice goes up an octave.
With nerves?
“If you want.OrI can take us to the island.” That's what I had meant.
“The island. Please. I want to go to the island.” The words rush from her with an excitement that fills my chest with warmth.
While I have her in my arms, I give her a quick kiss on her amazing lips, and let her go now that the boat is steady. She doesn't look disappointed by my action. If anything, her cheeks are rosier and her eyes luminous under the cloudy sky.
“To the island it is.” I wait until she gets her hat from the deck and sits in the white vinyl seat, holding the bar. Then I push the throttle, and we cruise back toward the coast.
15
Braylee
We make it to the island in record time. I'm not sure why he's in such a rush, unless it's because he wants to kiss me—in which case, I'm all in.
What he said to me earlier affected me more than he could know. I never thought I'd want to share my scars with anyone, but Grayson has a way of making me feel comfortable, even in a sexual way.
It's been so long since I've felt desirable. I like how he makes me feel. I like the way he looks at me, as if I'm the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. I likehim, even if I shouldn't.
He was genuine when he said that I deserve better and it mended a broken part of my heart. Until then, I hadn't realized how much I needed to hear that from someone who isn't a therapist.
Then he held me in his strong arms and kissed my hair while I cried, having no idea how badly I wanted to press myself closer to him. I wanted to know his touch and affection, and when Ifelthow much he wanted me too, I didn't care if what we were doing was right or wrong.
