Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
“You did not just call me old and use the word ‘senior’ in the same sentence. I know I must have heard you wrong.” He gives me a serious look. His eyes narrow, and his head tilts, adding intensity to his stare down.
I look around for an escape. He has me caged between his arms and the deck rail, but I duck under him and make a run for the stairs. I make it to the bottom when I feel him grab the tie to my robe. In one yank, the robe is gone. I am free, but I am naked. I continue to run from him, knowing that eventually, he will catch me, but until he does, I will continue to taunt him.
“See, you must be old because you can’t even catch me. My twenty-four-year-old body has outsmarted and outpaced you, old man.” I have now trapped myself between him and the water. He knows I won’t go into the ocean on my own, so he slows things down and stalks me.
“You know, babe, when I catch you, I am going to show you how old I am. What I can’t finish before we leave for my parents, I’ll pick up after we return. I’m going to make you eat those words,” he threatens. I’m winded from the chase, but he isn’t even breathing hard.
“You’ll have to catch me first.” I make a break for it but get caught in his grip, trying to run past him. We both fall onto the sand in a fit of laughter. I’m stark naked, and he is barely wrapped in his robe. Shrugging it off, he pins me to the ground with his body.
“Does this feel like a man who’s old?” he asks as he pushes his hardness against my side. He leans to his left, keeping me pinned in place by his hip and leg. His right hand comes up to brush the hair from my face.
“You’re in good shape for an older guy,” I say, trying to squirm away from him. It’s an exercise in futility. He has me, and he will not let me go.
“Let me show you what this older guy is capable of,” he says as he gently kisses my lips.
I wasn’t expecting this kind of tenderness after all the teasing I did. I relax and melt into the sand as he places short, sweet kisses across my lips. His hand slides up from my hip to softly cup the swell of my breast. Feeling his touch sends a frizzle of excitement through me. I open my mouth to sigh. He takes full advantage of that as his tongue slides past my lips. There is a complete exploration before the dueling of our tongues begins. The kiss lasts for an eternity; its intensity brings a fire to the pit of my stomach. Everything for me starts with either a heart-squeezing moment or a thigh-clenching moment. Today’s events are wreaking havoc between my legs.
“Do you like this, babe?” he asks as his hand begins to squeeze gently.
“Uh… huh…” I hum, barely able to catch my breath. He’s got me panting and at his mercy.
His hand leaves my breast and slowly slides down my stomach. It takes up residence between my legs. As his fingers work their magic, a soft moan escapes my lips. “Mmm.”
“Does this feel good, babe?” he asks as he slides a finger inside of me.
“Ohh… mmm… hmm,” I reply.
He’s strategic, touching me in precisely the right place, with the right amount of pressure to take me soaring to the top. Just as I begin to feel the first shudder of my release, he pulls back, plummeting me back to Earth. He continues his relentless teasing until I am begging him for my release.
“Do you want to come, Em? Are you ready?” he whispers seductively in my ear.
“Yes! I want to come, Anthony...take me there,” I beg.
He lifts his head and devours me with his eyes. The intensity of his stare almost takes me over the top. His body shifts and I spread my legs, waiting for him to take his place between them. When I think he’s going to plunge himself deep inside me, he rises to his feet, grabs his robe, and heads indoors.
“Let’s go, babe. We have to be at my parents’ house in an hour.” I can hear his laughter from the house as he disappears inside.
I can’t believe he just did that to me. He knew what he was doing. Now I’m going to have to spend the evening in a body that’s in a heightened, sexually aroused state. My skin is hypersensitive, my nipples tingle, and I can’t stop squeezing my thighs together. Oh, I’m a mess. I tilt my head back to see if he’s gone into the house before I let out a scream.
I pull myself up off the sand and walk into our bedroom. He is just stepping out of the shower. One look at him, and I am back in a state of arousal.
“Do you want me to turn the shower on for you?” he asks.
I walk my naked body past him, making sure I brush him with my breasts as I pass. “No, I got it,” I say. I step into the shower and turn on the nozzles. I see him watching me in the mirror as he shaves. Two can play at this game. I don’t even have to touch him to get him all worked up .
I take the shower gel off the shelf and squeeze it into my hand. Standing directly in front of the door where Anthony will get the best view, I sensually wash my body and let my hands linger on his favorite parts while he watches from the mirror. I turn around and give him a view of his most favorite part of me—my backside. I hear him groan as I slowly bend over and push my bottom against the shower door.
“What are you doing, Em?”
“Just shaving my legs, baby. I’m trying to hurry,” I purr while I wag my tail end back and forth. When I finish my task, I turn around and see he has left the room. A giggle escapes me.
Once I exit the shower and dry off, I run my fingers through my curls and decide to let my hair air dry. I apply a small amount of foundation, just enough to cover the freckles that pepper my nose. After three coats of mascara, a sweep of blush, and a bit of lip gloss, I’m ready to get dressed. The closet has a few of my things in it. I plan to take up the left side of the large walk-in, leaving the right to him. I think he might have as many clothes as I do. Deciding on a black and white sundress and ballet flats, I quickly get dressed and go in search of my man.
I find him leaning over the rail in the exact location we started this cat-and-mouse routine. I walk up behind him and put my arms around his waist.
“Are you ready to go?” A big smile breaks across his face as he turns around and sees me. “You look amazing, Em. Good enough to eat.”
“Oh… don’t start with me again. I’m still tittering on edge from your little game earlier,” I tell him. I look toward the sandy area where we’d lain and feel my insides tighten as I remember how close I got to ecstasy.
“My game? Who started this game, young lady? If I recall correctly, you called me an old man, and I fully intend to show you how young and virile I am.” He puffs out his chest as if that is going to convince me he’s young and potent. I wouldn’t be surprised if he started beating on it like an ape.
“You know I was teasing you. I already know how virile you are.” I reach forward and cup him, giving him a gentle squeeze. “I’ve never been with anyone as sexy as you, baby.”
I watch as his head rolls back, and he breathes deep. “You’re killin’ me, Red. Grab your bag and let’s go before I call my parents and tell them something came up.” He looks down at his increasing arousal. Taking my hand from his pants, he pulls me toward the garage.
We both get in the Vanquish, and he turns to me. “You’ve wheedled your way into my heart, and you’ve taken over my mind. I used to have some control over my dick, but even that’s gone. You control it all. What do you have to say for yourself, you little vixen?”
I contemplate my answer for a minute as he pulls out of the garage and drives us toward Hollywood.
“I couldn’t find my underwear,” I reply as a huge smile takes over my face.