“You mean like this?” I purposely rocked on him, making my stomach flutter for entirely different reasons.
Before he could formulate his attack, I tried to get away.
“Come back here. I’m not done with you.”
As if on cue, my stomach did that somersault thing. However, this time it felt like it would never end, twisting and turning and flopping.
Never taking his eyes off mine, he leaned forward with a wicked grin, and I felt this jolt straight to my core. This sudden spark made my mouth dry and my face flush, with a burning sensation throughout my body.
He smiled, fully aware of what I was feeling, thinking, wanting. I thought he was going to kiss me, so when he backed away, I was breathless.
“It’s not nice to be teased, is it?” he baited as he swam away.
This was our dynamic for the rest of the day, and it seemed to roll by. My favorite was watching the sunset on the beach with his arms wrapped around me. I didn’t know where we went from there, but I knew I didn’t want it to end.
Although we sat there in a kind of silence, listening to soft music on his phone, there was a sudden tension in the air, as if we both knew our time together would end soon, and reality would hit like a stone.
He softly spoke, “It’s a full moon tonight.” He stood, pulling me with him.
The song “Wicked Game” by Chris Isaak was playing on the speakers. He held me against his chest, slowly moving us in a circle to the beat of the music. I felt each lyric in the core of my being. We danced for a little while. Time stood still for us.
I shut my eyes, allowing the music to take over, wanting to live in this moment with him where nothing else mattered but being in his arms. I basked in his embrace, hoping this was only the beginning.
The next song changed to a sexier rhythm. Allowing the music to take control, I seductively spun around until my back was to his front. Swaying my hips side to side, I slid my hands slowly up my waist and then my head. I ran my fingers through my hair next, lifting it off my neck.
My pulse accelerated.
My heart pounded out of my chest.
Almost instantly, I was engulfed in his familiar, husky scent as his lips effortlessly glided along the crook of my neck.
“Fuck… I missed you,” he whispered into my ear, causing tingles to stir down my spine.
Wrapping his strong arm around my waist, he drew me closer to him. Close enough to where there was nothing between us, only the friction of our heady movements.
Desperately, I tried to shove away the guilt in my conscience, and as if reading my mind, he spun me to face him. His scent was intoxicating, luring me in with the strum of the tune still playing.
“Stop thinking. Just be with me. Right here. Right now. There is no Kraven.”
“Where does that leave us?”
“It leaves us here and now. We take it day by day.”
“What about Kraven?”
He gazed deep into my eyes. “You tell me.”
“What does that mean?”
He didn’t answer my question, so I waited for the other shoe to drop.
JULIUS
“Do you think you could sway your ass a little less? My dick would really appreciate it.”
Isla grinned. “Never bothered you before.”
I was at my wits’ end trying to figure out where we went from here. The thought of losing her consumed my mind, interfering with trying to stay in the present, where she was still mine.
