“Right there, babe. God you feel so good, shorty. Fuck.” Her inner walls start to squeeze my dick in a rhythmic, pulsing motion. She’s close.
I settle back slightly, slowing my movements, and bring one hand between the two of us to circle her clit with my thumb.
“Oh my God, Ethan,” she shrieks. “Yes, please, oh God, please!”
Her back lifts off the bed, arching toward me, her hands clutching at me as she detonates around me, sending my own release shooting off into her. My thrusts turn jerky as my arms start to shake, until I manage to lower myself down to the side of Summer, and pull her into my chest.
We lay there for a minute, that afterglow creating a peaceful quiet between us. Sex with Summer is always incredible. But these intimate moments after are almost my favourite. When our connection is the strongest physically and emotionally, and our minds are clear of anything but each other.
“Do you feel better now?” Summer asks, her fingers drawing idle circles on my bare chest. I tilt my head slightly so I can see her.
“What do you mean?”
She lifts up on her elbow and her expression is way too fucking serious for a woman who just had multiple orgasms. “Ethan, I know you. And I know you’ve been a stress case the last couple of weeks trying to get everything organized back home while trying to make sure everything here goes off without a hitch. But I’m telling you, it doesn’t have to be perfect. As long as I’m married to you at the end of this week, that’s all I need.”
My lips quirk into a wry grin. “Guess I can’t hide anything from you, can I shorty?”
“Nope,” she says, kissing my nose lightly. “I love you too much not to notice when you’re not your usual laid-back, lumberjack self.”
I gather her in my arms, tucking her back against my body. “I love you, Summer. More than anything in this world.”
“I love you, too.”
Later that night, after a day spent at the beach where Summer tormented me in that fucking bikini, we headed into George Town to explore. After, we ate our fill of conch fritters and lobster tails at a waterfront restaurant. Now Summer’s curled up on her side, fast asleep in bed next to me. I finally have the opportunity to open my phone and check the status of a critical text message I tried to send this afternoon.
Undelivered.
Shit.
Chapter three
Mila
“But did you make sure the volunteer schedule for dog walks was up to date?”
I fire a glare at Jackson. Seriously? He’s doubtingmyorganization skills?
“Jackson, I love you. So much. But if you ask me one more question about the shelter, I might strangle you.”
He has the decency to look sheepish. “Sorry, I know you’ve got everything in hand and the place is probably running better than a five-star luxury hotel.“
I pat his forearm, the teasing motion turning into something more as the corded muscles bunch underneath me. Lord, this man’s arms are pure temptation. “I know you’re nervous about leaving so soon after opening the shelter and securing your partnership, but Phil said he would help out with both. And there’s a reason we hired Helen to manage the shelter. So that we can take a break every now and then. Even workaholics like us need a vacation.” I lean in closer to whisper in his ear. “Besides, remember that thing we tried last night? We’ve got seven whole days and nights in a beachfront suite to ourselves. Which means we can do that again, without the furry interruption.”
Jackson snorts and I know he’s remembering the cold dog nose that nudged his hip right as he was about to lick me into one helluva orgasm last night.
Needless to say, the interruption ruined the mood — and my release — and Milo was banished from the bedroom.
“Oh, I remember. And I plan on trying that again, just as soon as possible.” Jackson winks, but then that darn crease between his eyebrows appears again. “But do you remember if I told Rosie where the spare key is for the house, in case she has to go over to let Milo out?”
“Yes. It’s all fine. Rosie has the key and the house sitter’s information. Kelly also promised she and Jensen would take Milo with them when they go to the beach with Oliver. And before you ask, Kelly knows everything she needs to know about the bakery and the café.”
Thank God the clinic’s receptionist, Rosie, and my head baker and manager, Kelly, are as fantastic as they are. Because coordinating everything for three businesses, one animal shelter, and our dog and cat was quite the ordeal. But we did it, and now, I just need my man to relax.
“What’s it going to take for you to just breathe and realize we’re on vacation? Everything will befineback home,” I point out, moving my hand to the top of his thigh. Jackson isn’t usually wound so tight, but he does like routine, and our lives lately have been anything but. Still, this trip is the break we both need.
If he can just relax.
“Okay, okay, sorry. You win, I’ll stop.” He drops his head back against the seat and I see some of the tension leave his shoulders.
