Eli lets go and swims to face me. “Oh yeah?”
“You’re a brat and you like when I take what I want.”
A shadow crosses the sun, making it easy for me to see the heat radiate from Eli’s eyes just from my words. He launches himself at me, all lips, tongue, and teeth, and I hold him upeasily. I skim my hands down his body to cup his ass until he gets the clue and jumps up to wrap his legs around me.
He pulls away panting. “Jesus.”
“What was that for?”
“I don’t know if this husband shit is working better for you or more for me,” Eli admits, butting his forehead against mine.
I can smell the sweetness of him. He smells like the ocean, like something wild and free that I wish so badly to hold on to even after these next few days are over. This is dangerous, but I’m too caught up in him to stop it. Maybe it doesn’t have to end. Maybe at the end we can ride into the sunset.Danger!My brain screams at me as I carry Eli back on shore. He’s not light, but he’s not big either, just the perfect size for me to easily handle.
I lay him down on the large beach towel, hovering over him on my forearms.
“Husband,” I whisper to him. A small whimper escapes him.
“Stop,” Eli says from between his teeth.
“Why?”
He blinks his hazy brown eyes up at me. “You’re going to destroy me.”
“That’s a bad thing?”
Eli nods quickly, then tugs me down to kiss me. His kiss is different than usual, tender, but deeper in a searching sort of way. We kiss on the blanket until the salt water dries on our skin. Until our lips burn from our feverish kisses. Until finally, I pull away from him, and tug him into the house to shower the ocean off of us. I promised to take him dancing and I’m going to do just that.
Once it’s dark outside, I dress in tight jeans and a button-down with my sleeves rolled up. Eli strolls out of the bathroom in skintight black jeans, ripped artfully on his thighs, and a sheer light pink T-shirt. He grins at me as he folds to the floor to pull on a pair of Converse.
“Do I look good?” Eli asks coyly, blinking up at me with feigned innocence.
“Come here.” I wiggle my fingers between my spread knees.
Eli doesn’t even get up. He crawls towards me, puts his hands on my knees, and blinks up at me with that same doe-eyed expression I’m coming to realize means he’s up to no good. I take his curls in a tight grip and yank, forcing his gaze to dip and stay on me.
“Don’t look at another man tonight.”
“Just you,” Eli confirms, unblinking.
“You’ll only touch me.”
“Only you.”
I take his mouth in a bruising kiss, leaving him panting, hard, and wanting for more. I help him up, steadying him on his feet when he sways a little.
“Good?” I ask him, teasing.
“You’re going to leave me like this?” Eli asks, frowning, staring forlornly down at his hard cock encased in his tight jeans.
“It’ll be worth it tonight.”
“It better be,” Eli mumbles sourly.
I slap him once on the ass with a smirk, earning me an annoyed look back. Eli heads towards the Jeep, but I stop him with a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“We’re not taking the Jeep tonight.”
He looks around in confusion for a moment until I pull the cover off the 1967 Ford Mustang. Eli gasps in shock as he looks at the car. Gently, he runs the tip of a finger across the hood.
