“Okay.”
“Are you a marshmallow burner, or a slow roaster?”
A genuine giggle erupts from my chest. “Burner for sure. You?”
He tosses his head back, groaning. “No,” he drawls. “I thought for sure you’d be a slow roaster. You know the best things in life take time.”
“Do they? Doesn’t seem so lately.”
Leaning forward, he gives me another kiss. “You’re right, notallthings I guess.”
I bite my lip to suppress the smile that forms.
Sitting in comfortable silence, weslowroast our marshmallows, stealing glances at each other as we take time to not burn them. When Miller finishes assembling his s’more, he holds the delicious treat near my mouth, encouraging me to take a bite since my marshmallow is still roasting.
Melted chocolate assaults my taste buds as I take it between my teeth, moaning in appreciation. Pulling my mouth away, a string of marshmallow pulls from the dessert, sticking to my chocolate covered lips and making a giant mess. His tongue comes out to steal the string of marshmallow, and he pulls it into his mouth as he takes his own full bite.
Setting the rest of his s’more down on the edge of the firepit, he kisses me, and I’m overwhelmed by the taste of chocolate andMiller.
I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything this amazing.
I melt into him as he takes the marshmallow skewer from my hand, and I assume places it on the edge of the fire, but I’m too consumed by him to look, or care, even.
Tangling his hand in my hair, we deepen the kiss, pressing our bodies against each other as he angles us, laying me against the back cushions of the outdoor couch.
Our tongues mold together, dancing seductively in a way that leaves me breathless, but it’s short-lived. As Miller pulls back, he drags his tongue across my lips. “There,” he repeats his actions, licking me again. “All clean.”
My core throbs as he sits upright, putting some distance between us. I want to pull him back to me, but in my peripheral, something catches on fire.
“Oh, no!” Pulling the roasting stick away from the fire, it's submerged in a bright orange flame, encircling the marshmallow in black char and burning it completely.
Blowing the fire out, the smoke floats into the air, and I look over at Miller, scrunching my nose. Without hesitation, he reaches over and grabs it with two fingers, lifting away the burnt to reveal a small, perfectly melted marshmallow beneath it. He plops the char into his mouth, smiling at me as he chews. “Good as new.”
Pulling the rest of the marshmallow from the skewer, its heat burns my fingertips as I feed it to him, but the heat between my legs burns hotter when Miller wraps his lips around my fingers, dragging his teeth against them as he takes the marshmallow.
My body buzzes with need, and suddenly, I couldn't care less about marshmallows, s'mores, and beachside cabanas.
The way Miller’s looking at me turns my insides to Jell-O, and the only thing I want ishim.
“Let’s go,” I suggest, but it definitely sounds more like a demand. He flashes me a knowing smile.
“Not in the mood for s’mores, Snow Angel?”
“Not anymore.” Standing, I take his hand and tug so he’ll stand, too.
“What are you in the mood for, then?” His eyes glitter with mischief, the illumination from the fire highlighting his amusement.
“You. Take me home?”
“Nah, let’s go for a walk on the beach instead.” Toeing off his shoes, he reaches down and pulls off his socks, then drops to his knee to remove mine.
“I…wha… Okay.” It’s impossible to hide my surprise, but I try to force myself to go with the flow as he pushes to a stand once I’m barefoot and grabs my hand.
Lacing our fingers together, he leads me down to the water. The further we get from the bustle of the hotel, the louder the waves become, until the only sound is them crashing against the shore.
The water is freezing as it hits my toes, and I squeak, instinctively dancing away from Miller and the frigid sea, running a few steps back to the soft sand.
To our left is a cluster of boulders, so I start to walk toward them, knowing Miller will be close behind. I only get a few steps ahead when I sense his presence, and when I peek over my shoulder, I see him stalking after me. A smile plays across his lips, looking at me like I’m his prey, which does nothing to ease the knot of arousal growing inside me.
