“Should we call Vanessa and Zayne and just check in?”
Resting her head on my shoulder, she whispers, “No. Not yet. I want to just enjoy this time when it’s just the two of us. We haven’t had a whole lot of that since the first night when we were both up in the middle of the night.”
“That’s not necessarily true. We’re alone in my room.”
“It’s not the same as this. The room is private, and I get that, but we still got interrupted by the dogs.”
“True.”
“This right here is total privacy.”
“Unless you count the neighbors who can probably see and hear everything we do out on the deck.”
“Sebastian…” she whines, but there’s amusement there too. “Why are you like this?”
“Okay, fine. You’re right. This right here is total privacy from our friends.” I kiss the top of her head. “But maybe we should call Vanessa so we have at least a rough idea about how long this privacy is going to last. I’d hate for us to get to the good stuff and get caught with our pants down.”
Her soft giggle is her only response before she shifts away and then turns to straddle my lap. “And we do not want to get caught with our pants down.”
“I know I don’t,” I murmur, nuzzling her neck. She smells a little like chlorine, but there’s still a hint of the strawberry shampoo she uses. I’m perfectly content sitting here with my hands braced on her hips as she slowly grinds against me.
“If most of our bodies are under the water, no one would be able to tell that our pants are down,” she whispers hotly in my ear, and I am all for it.
“Have I mentioned how much I love the way you think?” I tug her bathing suit straps down her arms, exposing her breasts before lifting her slightly so I can take one puckered nipple into my mouth. Olivia moans softly, like she’s afraid someone will hear her. With her hands braced on my shoulders and her head thrown back, she’s so damn sexy. Reluctantly, I tear my mouth away and force her back down onto my lap because…yeah, I miss the friction.
She pants my name as she tries to reach between us to tug on the drawstring of my shorts, but I’m not ready to put the kind of distance between us that would allow her to follow through.
“Not yet,” I murmur against her throat. “Stay like this…” I’m hard as granite and know I’m just seconds away from losing control. I’m almost ready to let her have her way when…
Her phone rings.
Followed by mine.
We freeze and stare at each other in wide-eyed shock before I carefully lift her off of me. “That can’t be good.”
Olivia scrambles away first to dry her hands before picking up her phone. “Hello? Van? Where are you?”
I follow suit and see that Zayne’s calling me—which seems odd since he’s with Vanessa.
“Hey, man. What’s going on?”
“Dude, you are not even going to believe what is happening right now,” he says wearily.
“That doesn’t sound good. I’m guessing you caught up with Roxie?”
“Yup. About forty miles from the house, we spotted her car at a McDonald’s. I was driving along and Vanessa started screaming for me to stop, so I turned around and pulled in next to her car. She was walking the dogs, and we got out to talk to her.”
“And? What happened?”
“Roxie just started crying and…” He sighs. “I’m glad we caught up with her because the thought of her driving home in that state…it wouldn’t have ended well.”
“Damn. Are you guys bringing her back?”
“Um…that’s what I’m calling about. She really wants to go home. At least for a few days. But, like I said, we knew she can’t drive while being that upset.”
“Right…”
“So Vanessa’s driving Roxie’s car and I’m following them back to Raleigh.”
