Carter drops in the seat beside me, close enough that his arm presses against mine. He has two bottles of beer and hands me one.
“I didn’t invite you,” I say.
“But you’re so damn glad I came, aren’t you?” He twists the cap off of mine, then his and takes a drink.
“I am.” I swallow down the ale. “How’d you know I was down here? Stalking me?”
“What if I were?”
I chuckle. “I’d think it’s hot.”
“I think you read too much romance. I was on the balcony and texted you.”
I pull my phone from my pocket and check it.
Banks
I want to see you.
“You got your wish.” I take another sip. “Want some of this blanket?”
“Sure,” he says.
I lift the edge, and he slides underneath it with me. The wool settles across both our shoulders and creates a cave around us. His thigh presses against mine. His hand finds my knee and rests there. I slide it up further, and his brow perks up.
From a distance, we’re two people sharing a blanket by a fire. Up close, his hand presses into the inside of my thigh, causing my pulse to pick up.
“That romance book must’ve taught you some things,” I tell him.
This makes him laugh as he leans in and peppers kisses along my neck. “I just know what you like.”
“Careful. Someone could see us,” I whisper as his fingers brush against my clit.
“Let them,” he mutters against my ear.
We’re still hidden under the blanket, and I take a drink of beer and pretend my breathing hasn’t changed as his hand slides into my shorts.
“I need this,” I confess as he rolls slow circles against me.
He dips a finger inside of me, causing me to gasp. “You’ve been wet like this for me all day, haven’t you?”
“Yes.” It comes out like a hiss, and he gives me another finger. I grab on to his arm as he works me so close to the edge that I nearly break. “Fuck, Carter.”
“Come for me,” he says in my ear.
I grab the front of his shirt and pull him closer to me. His mouth meets mine, and the kiss tastes like beer and peppermints. Under the blanket, we’re invisible. A groan comes out of me, and he smiles against my lips. He doesn’t tease me any longer. Two fingers push inside me, and his thumb presses against my clit with the exact pressure he’s learned I like. My head drops against his shoulder. The blanket shifts around us, and the fire pops.
“I’ve fantasized about this. On the beach. Just like this,” I say against his skin.
“Yeah?” His voice is low against my ear, and he curls his fingers.
My hips jerk forward as the slow build begins.
“Mm,” I say, and it’s barely audible.
He picks up the pace, and I bite down on my fist. The waves drown out most of my whimpers.
I lift my head, and his eyes find mine. The orgasm takes me under. My thighs clamp around his hand, and my body shakes while pleasure rolls over me.
