“It suits you… that smile.”
It faded only a little, her expression turning more serious as she reached up to run her hand through the side of my hair, like she had before.
We were so close again, but I wanted her closer, so I draped my arm over her stomach and pulled her against me, knowing she could feel the effect she had on me. That twinkle of lust, want, and need soon returned to her beautiful eyes.
“You go against everything I promised myself before this holiday,” she said, her voice as soft as her touch.
“I know.” I slid my hand up her body, between the valley of her breasts, and up to her neck. “But I promise it’ll be fun. The most you’ve ever had.”
Her gaze fell to my lips. “Swear it on something important to you.”
I didn’t need to swear it on anything. I knew what she wanted from the way she stared at my mouth. So, leaning down, I let myparted lips hover above hers, tasting her sweet breaths before I whispered, “I swear it.”
Then I finally kissed her.
I kissed Phoebe Turner like I’d never cared to kiss anyone before, tenderly, slowly, committing every moment of her soft tongue against mine to memory.
She tasted exactly as I imagined, like citrus and honey.
Her soft moan of appreciation followed by her hand curling around my neck had me damn near losing my mind, and without thought, I rolled on top of her, nudging her legs apart and positioning myself between them. She moved without hesitation, sinking into the sand, letting me hold my weight above her as we pressed ourselves together this way for the very first time.
She knew how to kiss, too. This woman who dared to think herself as weak took control, leading me into a sensual dance of tongues and lips I never wanted to end.
My dick nudged at her soaked lingerie, making a moan of encouragement fall free from both of us. She wanted it. I needed it.
“Fuck, yeah, bro! Get some!”
The cry of a stranger followed by the laughter of several others had me pulling away from her sharply and glancing over my shoulder to find a group of barely legal arseholes wandering down the beach, swinging their beers around like they were swinging their dicks.
“Shit,” I cursed, quickly lifting myself off Phoebe and covering her until she pressed her legs together again so they couldn’t see anything.
She sat up quickly, tucking her legs under her arse and straightening her dress as the lads kept on cheering. I was ready to hurt someone again, until Phoebe grabbed my arm and made me look at her. “They’re just kids. Ignore them.”
“Aww, don’t stop on our count!” another from the group cried.
I didn’t have time for my old grounding technique, so I closed my eyes and counted to ten before I rose to my feet and turned to give them my full attention. The moment they saw the look on my face, and no doubt the size of me, one of them held up his hands in surrender and started backing away.
“Sorry, man. No offence. Just having a little fun.”
“Well, fuck off and have fun somewhere else,” I practically growled.
With a raise of the main guy’s hand, they turned and walked the other way, not bothering to hide their laughter as they staggered away in the other direction. I did not want to have to throw any more punches tonight, but I would if they dared to say anything else in front of my girl.
My girl?Where the fuck had that come from?
“Little pricks,” I muttered to myself, my good mood soured by their interruption.
Phoebe subtly cleared her throat behind me.
When I turned back to her, she was sitting there staring up at me with a smile on her face, her arm outstretched. “Help me up, soldier. My legs still feel like jelly after all that swooning over a tall, dark, handsome stranger who seems to want to fight the world to protect my honour.”
Well, shit. She sure knew how to make me smile again, too.
I gave her hand a tug, pulled her up in one quick motion, and caught her as she stumbled into me.
“So strong, too.” She batted her eyes and pretended to faint. “How will a girl like me survive being around a guy like you for the rest of this trip?”
“A guy like me?” I smirked, raising a brow.
