Chapter 22
Cassie
AsIstandonthe back deck of the beach house on an unseasonably warm spring evening, I continue to rub my long blonde hair dry with a towel. After freshening up with a shower, I put on a short strappy cotton dress which makes me feel like I’m on vacation. Even if I will probably have to put on a sweater later when the sun goes down.
This house is beautiful and perfectly hidden on a long stretch of white sand. Looking over the railing, I can see a well-trodden path through the dunes leading to the beach. I'm looking forward to following the path down to the ocean tomorrow morning.
It feels like a long time since I sunk my toes into sand. But for now, I’m happy to watch the sinking sun turn the water various shades of orange while I wait for Luke to finish his shower.
Hearing the glass sliding doors behind me open, I turn to see Luke walking through, holding two wine glasses and a bottle of red.
Holy hot stuff. I stare at his bare chest, still damp from his shower, and the white towel slung low around his lean hips. He is the most gorgeous specimen of a man I've ever had the privilege of seeing half-naked. And I can tell from his eyes, he's all mine.
“Hey, beautiful. Gee, I wonder what that look in your eye means,” he drawls as he strolls toward me. Placing the glasses on the wooden railing surrounding the deck, he opens the bottle of red and pours a generous amount into each glass. Handing one to me before taking up his own.
Clinking his glass to mine, he says, “To us and a great weekend escape at the beach.”
“To us sharing beach sunsets at a beautiful beach house,” I confirm, taking a long sip on the fruity red wine.
“A beautiful private beach house,” he clarifies as he takes my glass and places it alongside his on the deck railing before wrapping his muscular arms around me. Encasing me in his fresh male scent. His hands on my body through the thin fabric of my dress sending tingles up my spine.
“You’ve got cold hands,” I say, wriggling as his hands stroke down my back, then bunch the fabric of my dress as he cups my butt cheeks in his strong hands. This seems to be one of his signature moves, and I love it.
“I think I’ll warm them up right here,” he mumbles as he trails hot kisses up my neck. I shiver no longer from cold hands.
Those hands don’t stop there. His right hand continues exploring further, inching the hem of my short dress up. Exposing my white lacy panties. God, his touch is setting me on fire.
He whispers in my ear, “You're wearing my favorite. White lace is so sexy…”
“I think I hear a but coming.”
His deep laugh is muffled as he buries his face in my neck, trailing kisses to my ear.
“But…. I would much rather they were around your ankles.”
“Happy to oblige,” I quickly agree.
Luke groans in my ear. He kisses his way to my lips. His tongue easing my lips apart. He tastes minty fresh with a hint of red wine. Our tongues give and take from each other as he plunders my mouth.
Through the thin towel, I feel his cock thicken and nestle closer to the growing ache between my legs. I run my hand down his back under the edge of the towel, loosening it. I now have free access to handle his firm ass, and taking the advantage, I pull him closer to me. I've missed him this week.
Slowly he moves my panties down my thighs till they pool on the deck, and I step out of them.
Luke’s hand on my lower back finds the zipper of my dress and begins to slide it down.
Releasing the metal teeth one by one till it ends. The slow release turns me on.
The cool ocean breeze blows gently over my fully naked back as the last of the orange sunlight fades to night.
Entwined again, Luke moves to place his hands on my shoulders to slip the straps of my sundress down my arms. The dress releasing from my body at the same time, his towel falls to the deck.
I'm now standing naked before his hungry, heated gaze. Exposed.
Best of all, he's naked too and just as exposed. His hands rest on my hips. Goosebumps pebble my skin in anticipation.
Luke’s gray eyes darken as they roam over my body. “You take my breath away.” He says as he steps into me, so our bodies are barely touching.
With a feather-light movement, he traces his fingers up my arms. Along my collarbones. Down to my hardened nipples. He traces around my areolas before brushing his knuckles across them. Once, twice, three times. He bends his head to replace his fingers with his tongue. Then his tongue with his mouth, sucking my nipple in deep.
