"I like your… everything," she replied, running her hand down his chest.
There was a small boathouse to the side of the path, and Carter guided her to it and pulled her inside after looking around to make sure they weren't being watched.
"Does this remind you of the print closet?" he asked jokingly.
"That is not going to turn me on," she told him.
"What about this?" he said as he pulled down the bikini she was wearing.
She was warm from the sun, and it was suddenly all he could do to control himself. He wanted her to want him. He wanted her to regret ever saying she was thinking about leaving him.
He kissed her and teased her, and she tipped her head back, allowing him to kiss her throat. He hooked a finger under her swimsuit, undid the bow, and let it fall down to the floor.
Then she was naked underneath the mesh cover-up. Seeing the hint of skin and a nipple nudging through the fabric, Carter felt his mouth go dry, and he just wanted to fall to his knees in front of her.
Allie gasped as he let his hands run over her, catching in the mesh and letting it pull against her.
"I have to say," she said, "I really did miss this."
"The twice-a-day schedule was a good stress reliever, wasn't it?" he said with a grin.
Then Carter grabbed her hips and pulled her close to him, hooking one leg around his waist, He pulled down his shorts, and she rolled her hips against his erect member. He couldn't wait any longer and slipped into her. Moaning, she tipped her head back, and finally he could fuck her, the sounds of the waves lapping outside surrounding them as he and Allie created their own rhythm.
It was boiling hot in the beach shed. Allie's face was flushed, and Carter felt as if he were about to pass out. He was panting, the sweat dripping off of his face onto Allie's skin. When he finally felt the explosion of pleasure flow over him, he sensed Allie's body shudder, then she sagged against him, trembling and clinging to him.
He kissed her and traced his nose in the sweat beading on her face.
"Gross," she said and turned to gather her clothes, almost falling over.
Carter steadied her, looked around outside, and then pulled her with him to the water. The ocean was cool, and it washed away the sweat and the heat and made the signs of their lovemaking disappear.
"This is nice," Allie said, floating on her back.
"Almost makes you want to stay here forever, doesn't it," he replied, looking up at the single solitary cloud in the sky.
"I suppose."
That wasn't the answer he wanted to hear.
"So that’s it?" he said finally.
"What's it?" she asked, crouching in the shallow water. "You announced on national TV that we were done. Excuse me for believing you."
"What do you want me to do?" Carter demanded, standing up in the surf.
"I don't need some dramatic declaration or a song and dance. Just be yourself. You're enough for me."
She stood up and kissed his cheek.
He didn't think she meant it, though. When was he ever enough?
47
Allie
Allie had been looking forward to the Hamptons. She had heard so much about it, mainly from the various TV shows Stacy liked to watch.
Liz's family's house was gorgeous. It was a large cottage style with a lush garden in front surrounded by a low stone wall.
