July 2nd
Couldn’t resist.
Ainsley
I’m lying on a blanket in the grass, reading while getting some sun, when I hear someone call my name.
I turn around to see Damon standing next to my cottage. His hair is pushed back in the front, and his eyes are sparkling.
A wide smile forms on my face. I can’t believe he’s here!
I stand up and rush toward him, tears blurring my vision.
He runs toward me.
When we meet in the middle of the meadow, I leap into his arms, wrap my legs around his waist, and kiss him.
And this kiss …
It kills me. Destroys me.
I’ve been going along fine. Doing fine. Working.
But his kiss makes me realize that whatever doubts I had about us not being meant for each other were wrong.
I belong with him.
Literally forever.
I don’t care how long it’s been.
I just know it—feel it—in my heart.
All of a sudden, we are at the door to my cottage, Damon carrying me inside.
It’s then that he finally stops kissing me to speak. “Which way to the bedroom?”
I nod my head to the right and put my lips back on his.
When he lays me down on the bed, he says, “Are you crying?”
I sniffle. “I’m so happy you’re here. What a wonderful surprise.”
He pulls off my shirt, undoes my shorts, and says, “What’s next is going to be even more wonderful.”
Our lovemaking is fast and fervent, and we both collapse on the bed after.
“You’re right,” I say with a smirk. “It was wonderful.”
He rolls to his side and leans up on his elbow while his other hand gently glides from my neck down to my abdomen.
My abdomen. And I want to tell him so badly.
I consider it briefly, but when his hand slides lower, I’m back in the throes of ecstasy.
“You look gorgeous,” he says, caressing my face.
“You’re sweet, and I can’t believe I’m actually lying here with you. How did that happen to come about?”
“You mean, how did I happen to come?” he says with a smirk.
I give him a playful little shove. “It’s just, after talking to you, it sounded like you had your weekend all planned out with your family.”
“Because I thought you would still be in Fort Worth. And as soon as I heard you were here, I couldn’t not show up. This is our place. Plus, I needed to see you. Touch you. Love you.” He grins. “In fact, I may not let you out of this bed until you have to work on Saturday.”
“Are you staying all weekend?” I ask, hoping the answer is yes.
“That’s the plan. If you’ll have me,” he teases.
“I’m pretty sure I already have,” I joke back. “Is your family okay with you missing the holiday?”
“They know I’m obsessed with you. I don’t think it was a big surprise.”
“I’m very glad about that. With me being so busy, I feel like our conversations have been rushed. And I can’t wait to lie in your arms and just talk—”
“Talk?” he asks.
“Okay, maybe not just talk. But, like, I want to get to know you better. I don’t even know what your major is.”
“You’d think we were at a frat party and you were trying to pick me up,” he teases.
“Actually, it was you who picked me up—and carried me in here.”
“And I’m so glad I did,” he flirts. “We’re good together.”
“We are compatible sexually, for sure, but what about in other ways? That’s why I’m excited to spend more time with you.”
“I think we can figure that out. In bed,” he says.
“You can’t just stay in bed the whole time. I do know that about you. I assume you’re going to need to work out?”
“I feel like I just got in a pretty good workout,” he says.
And I swear, the way he looks at me makes me blush. I bite on the edge of my lip because I want more. In fact, I’ve never felt sexier in my life.
“But you’re right. And I know just what I want to do.”
“What’s that?” I ask.
“Beat you in a round of golf.”
“And if I beat you?”
“I could make a naughty comment about that, but I won’t,” he says. “Obviously, if you are victorious, it will destroy my ego once more. But I think I will be able to pick up the pieces. And then challenge you to a game of mini golf to try to redeem myself.”
“You’re silly.”
He leans in and gives me a hard kiss. “Actually, I am quite serious about you.”
Things get more heated from there.
“I have to admit, I’ve never …” I start to say, but then realize I might sound lame. Also, how is it that the sun is already starting to set?
“Never what?” he asks.
“Spent so much time in bed with someone.”
“Me neither.”
“Really?” I ask, sitting up.
“Why does that surprise you?” he asks.
I run my fingers down his buff chest, across his tight abs. “You’re hot, Damon. Obviously in excellent physical condition. I just thought, maybe …” I say, suddenly feeling tongue-tied, possibly because he’s kissing my neck again.
He stops and looks up at me dreamily. “I’ve never felt this way before.
I’ve also realized that Champ is a good nickname for you, not just because you’re a boss at golf, but because you make me feel like a champion whenever I’m with you.
Like I’ve won the game of life.” He smiles coyly. “For sure the sex game of life.”
What he says causes tears to fill my eyes. “I’m trying to take you at your word, but I find that hard to believe.”
He grins at me, moves my hand down to something hard, and says, “You had better believe it.”
“Damon! I was talking about—”
“I know,” he says, giving me a sweet kiss. “I couldn’t resist.”
I pull him closer because … we can talk later. “And I don’t want you to.”