Lying beside her, he kissed her deeply, tongues dueling and bodies reacquainting. His heart thundered as he caressed up a long leg, her abdomen, and finally cupped her breast, thumb brushing over her hard peak. He reveled in how she responded with low sighs and an arched back.
His heart must finally have its say. “Babe, no matter how I tried, I couldn’t unlove you,” he whispered. “I never stopped.”
But she said nothing, just raised an index finger to his mouth, replacing it with her lips.
There was so much he wanted to say and ask, but it was clear that making love was the only language of the night.
Slowly and reverently, he kissed her everywhere, lingering at those titillating places that always brought her to arousal. He was drunk on the feel of her flesh upon his lips. In turn, each soft kiss she deposited on his skin left an emotional tattoo on his heart. He was sure he’d gone to heaven when her mouth trailed his torso, and her luscious lips surrounded his engorged tip. She moaned; he moaned, enjoying her ministrations until he nearly released himself prematurely. Pulling her up to lie beside him, he gazed into her sparkling eyes. “Come back to me,” he whispered.
There, with the ocean roaring and the moon shining on her beautiful face and heavenly body, she slid down onto him with a breathy exhale of satisfaction. He cried out like it was their first night together.
Going all cowgirl, she rode him with passionate abandon then slowed, their gaze locked on the other’s. His eyes did not lie. The way she loved him was not a dream. He’d vowed to remember every erotic detail in the morning. His girl was wild! Each mew and call ofhisname made him ravenous for total emotional possession.
Fantasy sex had never been this good, but he was losing control, wanting to give it to her deep and fast for pent-up desire’s sake, but he also wanted it to last all night long, unwilling to break their emotional connection. Hell, it was just a dream—he could make it go all night if he imagined it so!
Flipping her onto her back, he plunged to his hilt, reveling in her ecstasy.Tell me, Lizzy!he internally demanded.
She cried his name, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Say it,he silently begged.
She panted hard.
I love you! I love you!
Shuddering, she came apart when he emptied everything into her: his heart, soul, and seed.
“Marry me. Forever, Lizzy, forever,” he breathed, falling onto her. Holding her teary-eyed gaze, he waited for an answer, but she said nothing, just lovingly brushed her hand down his temple. Her smile slowly faded to one of sadness.
“Forever,” he whispered, sliding off her and wrapping her up in his arms, promising never to let her go again, so sure this was real.Tomorrow, everything will have changed.
FOURTEEN
The Morning After—Sunday Morning, June 15
The sound of the ocean and the brilliant morning sun woke Darcy. Squinting, he rested his hand over his eyes, then attempted to lick his lips, a fruitless endeavor since his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. At what point following the miserable wedding reception had he passed out? What time was it? He peeked under the tuxedo jacket draped over his body and sighed in relief. At least he wore his boxers, but whose leg was folded across his hip?
Hell yeah! It wasn’t a dream!He smiled. Nestled against him, she smelled like sex and the sea, which turned his smile into an absolute grin.
Unlike six years ago, drunken sex, misery, and vodka had definitely paid off! What a night to remember—if only he could. Had he asked Lizzy to marry him? He may not remember the details at this moment, but he knew they were still hot together.
From his position, he slowly turned his head to kiss his cowgirl awake.
Bolting up, he exclaimed. “What the hell?!”
“Good morning, hunny bunny!” Caroline yawned and stretched.
“Fuuuck nooo, not again!”
“What’s the matter? Are you feeling sick? You drank so much, Darcy.”
Oblivious to the few beachcombers, he jumped off the chaise and scrambled for his clothes, but she wore his unbuttoned dress shirt.
“We did not ...”
She grinned. “Oh, yes, we did.”
“No, we didn’t.”
