Page 92 of Lowering His Guard

I scratch my neck. “Why are you telling me?”

“Because we’re going to make a go of this thing between us.”

My eyes widen. “We are?”

“We are.”

“Do I get a say in this?”

“You had a say when you let me sink my cock in your—”

I slap my hand over his mouth. He chuckles as he removes my hand. “What’s wrong? You enjoyed dirty talk last night.”

“Last night we were alone and not on the beach with my students feet away,” I hiss.

He places my hand on his heart. “What do you say, pint-sized? Do you want to make a go of this thing between us? See what happens when we don’t fight it?”

I worry my bottom lip between my teeth. He’s offering me everything I want. I want him. I’m falling for him. Hell, if I’m being perfectly honest, I stopped falling the minute he barreled out of the resort still wearing his football uniform to confront his ex-wife and protect his son.

My heart thumps in my chest. Holy mermaids. I love Brock. I love how he’s such a great dad. I love how he’s grumpy but can be soft when no one’s around. I just plain love him.

But he doesn’t know the truth. He doesn’t know I can’t give him more children. Will he still want me if he knows I’m defective?

“There are things you don’t know about me,” I finally say.

“That’s why people date. To get to know one another.”

But what if we date and I fall deeper in love with him and he throws me away? He’ll break my heart.

“You’re leaving the island in a few weeks.”

“And?”

“And long-distance relationships don’t work.”

“Doesn’t have to be long-distance forever. I’m retiring after this season.”

He would move to Smuggler’s Hideaway for me? Smoking smugglers. I need to tell him I can’t have children. I open my mouth to confess but the words get stuck in my throat. I don’t want to lose him. I want as much time with him as I can have.

Screw it. I’m signing up for heartbreak. Don’t they say it’s better to have loved and lost? I don’t know who they are, but I’m following their advice.

“Okay.”

He smiles. It’s a full-blown weapon of mass destruction smile. How did I ever think I could resist this man? Because I can’t. I never had a chance.

“Good. Because I wasn’t going to let you say no.”

“You weren’t going to let me? If I want to say no, then I’ll—”

My words are cut off when he presses his lips against mine. I sigh and his tongue swoops into my mouth. I moan as his taste hits me. It’s addictive. I’m addicted. Not merely to his taste but to this man.

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me near. I can feel his cock harden against my stomach. My nipples pebble in return.

He tears his mouth away from mine. “Shit. I got carried away.”

I waggle my eyebrows. “I enjoy it when you get carried away.”

He grunts. “Except I’m wearing compression shorts.”