Chapter 13 #2
Hungrily, he folded her into his embrace, returning her kisses, consuming her breath and spirit and vowing never to wake up. His dick throbbed, and he clutched her backside, pulling her against it.
She tasted like delicious, salty strawberries.
Threading her fingers with his, she pulled away, leading him back to the beach and whatever she had planned for him.
Willingly, he would give her whatever she asked.
Tonight, he wasn’t himself. Control was just a word, not a regulator of his will; his desire and dreams were meant to give in to wants.
This couldn’t be happening—could it? But was it a dream, though?
Perhaps the lingering effects of vodka and his abject longing for the intoxicating woman who owned his heart played tricks on him.
Casting a glance over her shoulder, she flashed a smile that lit up the night. Her entire being outshone the moon.
On the beach, the waves broke at their feet, and she turned to face him with batting long lashes and passion-filled eyes.
“Damn, I wish we could turn back the clock,” he said.
She kissed him, then softly breathed against his mouth, “We can’t, but we can freeze time for a little while. Make love to me, William.”
Scooping her up into his arms, he carried her to a canopy chaise nearest the dune, then laid her down.
The alluring image of her resting back on her elbows, looking up at him with a coy smile, burned on his mind.
Her wind-blown, tousled locks, sultry pink lips, and flushed cheeks were as arousing as her pebbled nipples through the sheer wet fabric.
The straps to her chemise had fallen from her shoulders, baring the tops of her spilling breasts.
An enticing droplet of water trickled down her neck, and he licked his lips, thirsting, needing her taste on his tongue.
It had been a long time since he’d been in this position, but it felt like yesterday.
Everything and nothing had changed. Time had, indeed, reversed because she was here, wanting him, and he was about to screw her senseless, steal her from the jerk, and make her his again.
Isn’t that how fantasies and dreams went?
Lizzy reached up and tugged his wet boxers down, dropping them to the sand. To keep from smiling, she bit her lip just as she had in earlier times, and his heart sang because he knew how he made her feel when he made love to her, how good they were together both in and out of the bedroom.
She dropped the chemise to her waist.
Surely, this was a drunken conjuring brought on by the alcohol and seeing her again.
Lying beside her, he kissed her deeply, tongues dueling and bodies reacquainting. His heart thundered as he caressed up a long leg, her abdomen, and finally cupped her breast, thumb brushing over her hard peak. He reveled in how she responded with low sighs and an arched back.
His heart must finally have its say. “Babe, no matter how I tried, I couldn’t unlove you,” he whispered. “I never stopped.”
But she said nothing, just raised an index finger to his mouth, replacing it with her lips.
There was so much he wanted to say and ask, but it was clear that making love was the only language of the night.
Slowly and reverently, he kissed her everywhere, lingering at those titillating places that always brought her to arousal.
He was drunk on the feel of her flesh upon his lips.
In turn, each soft kiss she deposited on his skin left an emotional tattoo on his heart.
He was sure he’d gone to heaven when her mouth trailed his torso, and her luscious lips surrounded his engorged tip.
She moaned; he moaned, enjoying her ministrations until he nearly released himself prematurely.
Pulling her up to lie beside him, he gazed into her sparkling eyes. “Come back to me,” he whispered.
There, with the ocean roaring and the moon shining on her beautiful face and heavenly body, she slid down onto him with a breathy exhale of satisfaction. He cried out like it was their first night together.
Going all cowgirl, she rode him with passionate abandon then slowed, their gaze locked on the other’s.
His eyes did not lie. The way she loved him was not a dream.
He’d vowed to remember every erotic detail in the morning.
His girl was wild! Each mew and call of his name made him ravenous for total emotional possession.
Fantasy sex had never been this good, but he was losing control, wanting to give it to her deep and fast for pent-up desire’s sake, but he also wanted it to last all night long, unwilling to break their emotional connection.
Hell, it was just a dream—he could make it go all night if he imagined it so!
Flipping her onto her back, he plunged to his hilt, reveling in her ecstasy. Tell me, Lizzy! he internally demanded.
She cried his name, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Say it, he silently begged.
She panted hard.
I love you! I love you!
Shuddering, she came apart when he emptied everything into her: his heart, soul, and seed.
“Marry me. Forever, Lizzy, forever,” he breathed, falling onto her. Holding her teary-eyed gaze, he waited for an answer, but she said nothing, just lovingly brushed her hand down his temple. Her smile slowly faded to one of sadness.
“Forever,” he whispered, sliding off her and wrapping her up in his arms, promising never to let her go again, so sure this was real. Tomorrow, everything will have changed.