“Oh, Brody.I love you.That was beautiful.”
“No,youare.”
Drea gazed up at him.“You going soft on me, Brody?”
Cujo shrugged, a mischievous smile on his face.“Maybe, Shortcake.But I can get hard again in about thirty seconds if you let me keep staring down that T-shirt.”
***
Cujo stepped out of the truck, rounded the cab, and opened Drea’s door.The shocked look on her face was worth the last-minute planning and the two-hour drive.His only instructions: pack light, dress comfortably, and wear shoes for hiking.She chose yoga pants, which made it incredibly hard to keep his hands off her ass, and a soft gray sweater that looked more like a blanket.
Tall palms dwarfed the green cottage.A light breeze shushed through the short bushes and grasses buffering the property.
It had been a couple of days since they’d kissed on the truck.Work had gotten in the way since, and he was following Drea’s lead of taking it slow.He understood her reservations about the timing.When Drea had mentioned she needed to be out of the house for some realtor visits, he’d come up with the idea of surprising her with a trip.With help from José, he’d booked Drea’s time off without her knowledge.
Momentarily speechless, Drea’s eyes flitted from him to the cabin’s welcoming porch complete with two solid wooden chairs, perfect for a lazy evening with a glass or two of the wine he’d packed in the truck.The cottage was picture-perfect, even down to the pretty pink flowers with leafy green tendrils wrapped around the porch pillars.
The weather cooperated.With a clear sky, light breeze, and a temperature hovering around eighty, it was the perfect day to take her out on the water or go for a hike.
“Are we staying here?”
“Yes, ma’am.”Cujo moved behind her, sliding his hands around her waist, pulling her tight against him.Just two nights.We’ll head back early on Friday morning for work.”
“Really, a whole two days of doing nothing?”
He’d been thinking how despite all the craziness, the two of them were really good.That, and the fact he wasn’t ready to talk with his mom.
“Mmm-hmm,” he murmured, nuzzling the side of her neck.Strawberries.Fuck, she made him all kinds of hungry.His hand crept up to her breast, brushed the firm underside of it with his fingers, and teased her nipple with his thumb.She wiggled, rubbing against his erection.
“Keep it up, Shortcake, and we’ll never see the outside of this place.”Christ, he wanted her, to test his make-up sex theory.They’d not got much further than some seriously heavy kissing and wandering hands since they’d got back together, but he planned to change that tonight.
“Would that be so bad?”
“No, but anticipation is a wonderful thing, Shortcake.Plus, we’d miss hiking in Big Cypress National Park.Ten Thousand Islands is just over there.”He pointed southwest of their spot.“And we can take a drive over to Fakahatchee.”He gripped her hips then, relocated her tempting ass a few inches away from his pant zipper, which was currently imprinting metal teeth marks onto his dick.
Goddamn.She looked up at him through those long eyelashes that skimmed her cheek while she slept.
“After today, you’ll be naked.”Cujo winked.“But until then… I have something for you.”He reached inside the bed of the truck and unloaded their bags, a cooler, and finally a box of supplies, which he placed at her feet.
“What is all this?”She brushed over the extra-large box of condoms, examined the set of edible body paints.
“I have plans, a lot of plans.That is unless you don’t want to.”He took the paint from her, put it back in the box, and grabbed her wrists.“We can do everything or nothing while we’re here.I just wanted you to be able to relax and have fun.”
Drea laid her forehead on Cujo’s chest.“Thank you, Brody.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head.“You’re welcome, Shortcake.”
After exploring the cabin, they drove to the Oasis Visitor Center and went for a seven-mile hike.Being a perfect gentleman, he let Drea set the pace and walk ahead of him while he spent an enjoyable two hours staring at her ass.
When they returned to the cottage, Cujo prepped dinner and encouraged Drea to take a long bath.She emerged half an hour later in tiny white shorts, her towel-dried hair loose around her shoulders.
While the pasta cooked and the sauce simmered, he jumped in the shower, tempted to ease the pressure in his cock but also determined to wait until he was deep inside Drea, a thought that did nothing to alleviate the ache.
They ate in companionable silence, listening to the wildlife around the cottage.
Drea insisted on cleaning up, and Cujo sat in the chair on the patio.
“I am going to be sore in all kinds of places tomorrow.”Drea walked out of the cottage to join him.He loved her hair when she let it dry naturally into those sexy waves.
