Page 34 of Crash Over Us
He had removed the bandage this morning, annoyed by having to reattach it every morning. The stitches looked less angry and menacing.
“I just got some really good news.”
“Oh yeah?” He bit down on a nail—the next one in line to be hammered in. Did he know how sexy he looked right now?
“Frankie Taylor, she owns Wave Rentals.”
“Yeah, I know Frankie.”
Of course. He knew everyone. “Anyone, she emailed and said I can have ten jet skis for opening night at no cost.”
“Really?” He raised his eyebrows. “That’s awesome.”
“She wants to do some cross-promo and of course I’m going to do that with her. It’s perfect.”
“It’s coming together.”
I nodded. “It is. This is actually happening. Movies on the Marina is going to happen.”
“And after today, you don’t have to worry about anyone tripping.”
I laughed. “It’s too bad tomorrow is your last day off. I could use a muscled handyman. At least for the eye candy.” I winked.
He chuckled. “Oh, that’s why I’m here? For your pleasure?”
“Isn’t it?” I teased.
“I’m about to put down this hammer and box of nails. You realize that.”
The thing was that even though we knew we were processing and making it thought, we hadn’t stopped the endless fucking. It wasn’t out of our systems. There was no boundaries on it. No limits. No rules. We had given in and accepted that it was exactly what we needed right now.
He rose to his feet. My heart hammered inside my chest. Now I had a full view of his body. His chest. His abs. The athletic build of his shoulders and biceps. He made my mouth water.
I didn’t care about the sweat and sunscreen. He stepped over the toolbox planted on the pier.
His hands slid to my face. “Come here.”
I pushed up on my tiptoes as he crushed my mouth with his. The kiss was bruising and wicked. Blistering under the heat of the sun and the reflection of light off the water. I tasted the beer on his tongue and the salt on his lips. He nipped at my lips and his tongue repeated the same motion. I moaned, knowing we were seconds from undressing each other. It started this way and ended up with him inside me, wildly taking me every way we could think of. Sometimes I knew my favorite was when I was on my back and I could study him. Gaze into the depths of his onyx eyes. Let him bore into my soul the way I pierced his.
His hands roamed my back and gripped my ass. “Inside. Now,” he grunted.
“Yes.” I breathed hard.
As we hurried to the cottage his phone started to ring.
I waited for him at the door. “I’ll get it later,” he announced. The phone began to ring again.
“You should get it. It might be important.”
Phone calls weren’t something we could ignore right now. Everything was heightened since the attack.
He stared at his phone. “Holy shit. It’s Gabe.”
“Answer it!”
“Hello?”
I watched his facial expression change over from fear to relief. “Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty,” he joked.
