Page 63 of Enticed
She pulled back to look up at me, adoration shining in her eyes. I cupped her face with my hands and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Tilting her face toward mine, I brought my lips down on hers, kissing her tenderly.
I wanted to tell her to get in the shower so I could get a repeat of yesterday. We’d attempted to shower together, but it had beena disaster. We’d ended up with limbs tangled awkwardly while Jasmine dissolved into a fit of giggles, so I’d gotten out and simply observed as she very slowly and methodically washed herself then used the detachable shower head to get herself off.
“Touch yourself,” she had demanded, and I’d eagerly obeyed, needing the relief. I’d been rock hard watching her run her soapy hands all over her wet, naked body, water sluicing over her curves and down her back. There was something insanely erotic about witnessing her bathing herself, especially when I had every intention of dirtying her up again. When she was finished, I’d yanked her out of the shower, threw her over my shoulder still dripping wet, and tossed her onto the bed where I licked damn near every inch of her until she was a writhing, whimpering mess beneath me. I ate her pussy until she was shouting my name and pulling my hair. Then she sucked me off, insisting I come on her tits. When she rubbed my cum over her nipples and moaned, throwing her head back in ecstasy, I nearly lost it. I was hard again in an instant. Needless to say, we spent another hour in bed before washing up again.
Swallowing hard, I pushed down that memory. We didn’t have time for any more sexcapades right now. I was going to make sure Jasmine got the vacation she deserved.
“Go get your swimsuit on,” I said instead.
“Yes!” she squealed with delight and clapped her hands together. Her excitement was contagious, and it made my insides feel all warm and gooey. I wanted to bottle up that feeling and put it on my shelf so I could pull it out anytime I started to doubt what we were doing.
Thirty minutes later, we pulled up to the same beach as before. It wasn’t as crowded as last time, so we had our pick of locations to set up our umbrella. Jasmine disconnected her pump and handed it to me to place in a Ziploc bag, and I retrieved a Tegaderm from the box for her. It was such amundane thing to do, but it was a reminder that we were familiar enough to have a routine, that I could anticipate her needs.
Once we had applied our sunscreen, we ventured toward the water. I reached over and took her hand as we trudged through the soft white sand. She glanced up at me, and a slow smile spread over her face. I returned it as I laced my fingers through hers. This was our first time getting to be a couple out in the open. We didn’t have to hide what we were, not like we would when we got back to the ranch.
I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind. They were a problem for another day. We splashed into the water, and I led her out as far as she wanted to go, then I tugged her toward me, releasing her hand so I could wrap my arm around her waist. She slid her slick palms up my arms and over my shoulders before wrapping them around my neck.
“This is the best beach vacation I’ve ever had,” she declared, gazing up at me, her features soft with contentment.
“Me too,” I agreed, crouching lower in the water until it was at chest level just like it was for her. I slid my hands down her thighs and hooked them around the backs of her knees so I could lift her into my arms. Her hold tightened on me as she hooked her legs around my waist.
We stayed like that for a long time, shutting out the world around us as we talked, and laughed, and kissed. They were the easy, languid kisses you shared with a person you were completely at ease with. We never let them grow too heated like the ones we shared last night—we were in public after all—but they were still just as meaningful, still held the weight of our undeniable connection.
“Ahh,” Jasmine sighed, “I could totally be a beach bum,” she said once we were back on the beach. She was reclined on her towel, soaking up the sun like it was her life force. Covering hereyes with her hand, she looked over at me where I sat drinking a bottle of water. “Would you be a beach bum with me?”
The corners of my lips tugged up in a grin. “I would be anything with you. Where you go, I go.” I leaned down to press a soft kiss to her lips, feeling her smile against my mouth.
“Good answer.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
JASMINE
Leaving the beach and our private little cocoon was hard. I didn’t want to go back to reality. I didn’t want to return to a place where Gabe and I had to hide what we were. It was only temporary until we figured out how to tell my family, but still, keeping it a secret wasn’t easy.
It sure was fun, though. I felt like a teenager again sneaking around at the ranch. Stolen kisses and inconspicuous touches kept my body buzzing with anticipation.
The morning after we got back, I insisted on taking Gabe his breakfast and coffee again, claiming he would need it after the extra-long drive home. It had taken over an hour longer than usual due to, ahem,car trouble.
In reality, we’d stopped to have sex. I’d teased him, touching myself from the passenger seat and propping my leg up on the dash so he could see. He’d growled my name in that way I loved and warned me I was going to make him wreck. When I didn’t stop, he pulled off the road, threw me in the back seat, and bent me over so he could fuck me raw. It had been rough and primal, and I had loved every second of it.
A smile graced my lips at the memory as I walked into the barn, coffee in one hand and a banana bread muffin in the other. Gabe stepped out of one of the stalls and halted in his tracks when his gaze locked on me. He peered over my shoulder to ensure I was alone, before crossing to me in a few quick strides. He pulled me to him, crashing his lips down on mine as he cupped the back of my head and wrapped his other arm around my waist. With my hands full, I couldn’t return his embrace, but I kissed him back just as fiercely.
“I’ve missed you,” he confessed, dropping his forehead to mine. “I hate not having you in my bed every night.”
I snorted. “I bet you do.”
He pulled back and searched my gaze. “It’s not even about that. I just want to be near you. I want to be able to reach out and touch you, to hold you while you sleep, and kiss you awake.” The sweet declaration made my stomach dip and my chest swell with affection.
“Well, when you put it that way,” I began playfully, reaching up to press one last kiss to his lips. The door banged open, and Gabe stepped back. Jeremiah and Cody came around the corner just as I handed Gabe his coffee and food. They greeted me like nothing was amiss, and I played it casual.
I turned back to Gabe and mouthed, “later” then shot him a wink. His gaze heated, knowing what that meant. We’d planned to take our lunch early so that by the time everyone else was sitting down to eat, we had the barn to ourselves. Once we were all alone, we’d make good use of the loft.
“Later, fellas,” I called out as I backed away. Gabe tracked me with his eyes, his gaze full of promise I was certain he would make good on.
He didn’t disappoint.
When I arrived back at the barn midday, he was ready and waiting for me. “You drive me crazy. You know that?” he asked gruffly as he yanked my panties down.
