Page 118 of Forever Yours

That answered where they’d disappeared to earlier that day.

“I wanted to spend our last night in Hawaii together doing something you love. And since you missed out on your summer camping trip with your dad this year…” He let that hang and bit his bottom lip.

He did it for me.

I turned him around, grabbed him, and butterflied kisses all over his face until he was a laughing mess.

“I take it you approve?”

Eager to check things out, I pulled him with me. “I love it. Thank you so much.”

The tent was one of those round dream house camping tents. Inside was a pile of thick blankets and pillows that I knew would feel like a cloud to sleep on. Lights draped from the center pole outward to the walls, giving the inside an ethereal feel.

I stopped myself from peeking inside the enormous wicker picnic basket. If I knew Julien, he had meticulously planned every detail of tonight, and I didn’t want to ruin anything by being too nosy.

Hand to heart, I turned in circles, taking it all in. The cherry on top was the perfect view of the sunset through the opening of the tent.

“This is incredible.”

Julien grinned as he watched me. “I’m glad you like it.”

I realized something when I looked at him. We were both only in our swim trunks. No shirt. No shoes.

“What about clothes?”

His smile transformed into a sexy smirk. “We won’t need any.”

With a deliberateness that had my heart pounding out a fast beat, he closed the front flaps of the tent and secured them with a tie.

The seduction had begun with just a promise of what was to come, and I was more than willing to fall into it.

Julien’s haunting gray perusal brushed over my body with so much heat and want, I felt it as if he was actually touching me. Tingles shivered across my suddenly sensitized flesh the longer he looked at me.

“Take off your clothes.”

I moaned at the command. I couldn’t help it. I loved it when he took charge.

With teasing slowness, I untied the knot of my swim shorts and hooked my thumbs under the waistband. My cock jerked when he licked his plush lips.

One inch. Two. Five. The material of my shorts slid down my legs. Julien breathed in deeply when I finally pushed them all the way off and stood completely naked before him.

“Every part of you is so damn gorgeous, Elijah. Your heart. Your mind. Your body. You take my breath away.”

My breath hitched in response. His praise was my addiction. I craved that validation. I knew my self-worth but hearing him say things like that brought me immense joy. It satisfied an empty part of me caused by a mother’s absence for most of my life.

“My beautiful Julien.”

With half-lidded eyes, I watched his cock spring free when he removed his shorts. He was already hard. My hands ached to touch him. My fingertips prickled with need.

His quiet steps brought him closer, and that ache grew stronger. Our hands reached for one another at the same time. Being pressed against him was heaven. Being kissed by him, a rapture.

With his lips on mine, he said, “I am, you know.”

When I raised my eyes to his, I asked, “Know what?”

“Yours. I’m forever yours.”

He took my mouth and made love to me with his tongue, sweeping deeply and tasting me thoroughly.

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