Page 46 of Summer Breeze
As he ran his tongue over her, he slid a finger into her and had her convulsing and crying his name. When he built her back up, this time, he slid over her and into her.
Wrapping her legs around his hips was by far the most surreal feeling in her life. He fit perfectly against her. He fit perfectly inside her.
She could no more stop herself from releasing, from doing what he demanded of her body, than she could stop the sun from rising the next morning.
They fell asleep on the sofa, wrapped around one another. He tossed a throw blanket over them both sometime during the night.
She wanted to stay right there, in his arms, wrapped around him for the rest of the weekend. But this was real life, and her bladder was yelling at her from the three glasses of wine she’d drank the night before. With the added weight of Damion pushed tightly against her, she was trying to figure out if it would be unclassy of her to push him to the floor and make a run to the bathroom.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, rubbing his hands over his face.
“I need the bathroom. I’m about to knock your ass on the floor and make a run for it,” she admitted.
He laughed and, to his credit, quickly rolled away.
What happened next was like every scene in any old horror movie, where the victim is frozen in place and can’t run from the killer.
She tried to get up from the sofa, but her body wouldn’t work. She actually had to wiggle and rock her entire body. There might have been several choice curses that flew loose when nothing seemed to work to dislodge her from the deep cushions.
Finally, Damion reached over and pulled her easily to her feet.
“Thanks,” she said, rushing out of the room.
When she came back out to the living room, having washed her face, combed her crazy tangled hair, and put on a new swimsuit under a pair of shorts and a tank top, Damion was standing at the stove making bacon and eggs. He was wearing a new pair of swim trunks and swaying his hips to music playing out of a speaker somewhere in the room.
“Hungry?” he asked over his shoulder.
“It was one of the reasons I woke up. That and the wine. What can I do to help?” She moved to his side.
“Drinks. There are fixings for mimosas if you want.”
They moved around the kitchen like her parents used to, easily avoiding bumping into one another as if it was a dance.
When the food was ready, they stepped out onto the deck and ate out there. There was a large table and chairs as well as a sofa and chairs that sat around a firepit.
“Maybe we can watch the sunset from here tonight,” she suggested.
“That sounds like a plan. I saw the makings for s’mores.”
“I love it when we do s’mores at the camp. I always help out on those nights.” She remembered the last time she’d sat out in the cold around one of the campfires. Her parents had decided to take a night at the camp for their anniversary. She’d gotten them the honeymoon cabin. They’d spent a full day at the swimming pool, then had a black-tie dinner, before meeting her at the campfire for s’mores and champagne.
That had been one of the last nights her father had been normal. Shortly after then, something had… clicked on. Or off, rather.
They had noticed a few hints that his memory wasn’t what it used to be. The first time he’d lashed out, both her mother and she had been confused. From there, it had grown worse.
“What’s the plan for today?” she asked, pushing the thoughts of her father’s problems away.
“This, maybe some of that.” He motioned to the pool. “What do you want to do?”
“This and that sounds good.” She sighed and leaned back. “Maybe a dip in the Gulf?”
“Whatever you want.” He leaned back himself. “We’ve got two whole days to do whatever we want.” His hand moved to her thigh. “Whenever we want.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
The last thing he expected to be doing shortly after breakfast was sweating his balls off. But when Jules suggested they take the paddleboards out on the water, he followed along, hoping to maybe spend a little energy and then come back and get lucky again.
How was he supposed to know that she’d want to explore as much of St. George Island as she could. They made it almost to the state park before she suggested they turn around.
