I knew he wasn’t talking about the room though. He pushed open a set of French doors that opened onto a small deck that overlooked the water. I followed him out onto the deck. The waves were calm, gently lapping against the shore.
“See, this way we can have sex on the beach every night.”
I laughed. “And it won’t even involve getting sandy.”
“I wouldn’t mind getting sandy with you again.” His lips grazed my earlobe.
“Can we start now?”
“Start having sex on the beach?” He slid the thin strap of my tank off my shoulder and ran his lips over my skin. I shivered.
“Yes.”
“I was kind of going to insist on it.”
“I guess we’re using the floor?” I eyed the thick carpet back inside.
“Wait. I had this all planned.” He darted away and pulled out a light brown comforter from the closet. “I actually found one in a color called sand.”
I laughed and watched him from inside. “You’re being weird sexy again.”
“Aren’t I always?” He laid the blanket down on the wooden decking before returning to the closet. This time, he brought out one of those scented candles. “It’s called Ocean Breeze. We’re near the ocean, but I thought we could use a little more atmosphere.”
He lit the candle while I stood there in awe of what my crazy, yet amazing, boyfriend was doing. Luckily, his deck was separated from the nearest neighbor by a thick grouping of palm trees.
With the candle lit, he walked back over to me. He placed his hands on both of my arms and looked straight in my eyes. “I love you, Cara. Meeting you was the single best thing that’s happened to me, and if my song didn’t make this clear already, I’m never giving up on you—on us. I’ll always find you, and bring you back to me.”
“I love you.” I kissed him, wanting the physical connection to go along with the emotional.
His lips immediately responded to mine as he slipped first one, and then the second strap down on my tank top. My tank had a built-in-bra, so when he tugged it down, he’d already exposed my breasts.
He kept one hand around me, while his other fondled my breast. He had such expert hands, the kind of hands that could play a guitar like no one else, and could make me feel like I didn’t think possible.
He broke the kiss, bringing his lips down to my neck, where he let his teeth graze my skin. He continued his descent down until his mouth found my breast.
I moaned, using my free hands to finish pushing down my tank to get it out of the way. Satisfied he had all the access he needed, I moved on to getting my access. I pushed his blazer off his shoulders, and interrupted him long enough to pull off his t-shirt. As soon as his lips returned to my breast, I made quick work of unbuckling his belt, and sliding off his pants.
I slipped a hand inside his boxer briefs, grabbing him, feeling him swell beneath my touch. He released my waist to push down my tank and skirt. Then he led me outside onto the deck and in one swift motion, he had me lying down on the new brown comforter while he slid off my panties. He’d somehow discarded his own underwear already.
“This time you’re not running off on me.” He lay down next to me, letting his fingers run the length of my body. Each time he neared my thighs, he stopped and moved back up.
I groaned in protest. “No fair.”
“Promise me something first.” His fingers moved to my inner thigh, making circles as he went.
“Anything.”
“Anything? That’s a dangerous answer.”
“I’m in a dangerous mood.”
“Promise me you’d find me anywhere I went.”
“That’s an easy promise to keep.”
He gently separated my thighs with his hand. “Good, although I don’t plan on you having to find me.”
“Good.” I closed my eyes and rested my head back.
“Your body is so responsive to my touch.” He used his free hand to tease my nipple.
“Of course it is.” My breathing picked up. I reached out for him, wanting him to feel the same way.
“Of course?”
“My body’s made for your touch. Don’t you feel that way?”
He moved above me. “Yes, but I like to think of it as our bodies being made for each other.”
“I like that idea.”
“Good, but in case you need a refresher, I’ll remind you of how perfect they work.” He thrust into me. I gasped, taking in the sensation as he moved inside me, first with just the tip, then with more and more until he eased in the entire length of him.
“You’re always so ready for me. Always.” His words came out in a rush.
“And I plan to stay that way.” I pulled on him, needing him closer to me, wanting his body connected in every way with mine.
He pulled my legs up higher around him and plunged into me, deeper and harder until I thought I couldn’t take anymore—until I couldn’t help but scream out his name.
He shuddered, finding his release moments after mine. We lay there with him on top of me for several minutes, not wanting to break the connection. “Can’t you just stay right where you are forever?”
He smiled, brushing away some hair from my face. “I plan to spend a lot of my time in exactly this position, babe. I did promise you sex on the beach every night, didn’t I?”
“I prefer this beach. It’s soft and private.”
“And you can’t just walk away.”
“Nope. No fuck and run this time.”
He laughed and rolled off me. “I still can’t believe I got so lucky. Who gets to meet the girl of his dreams twice?”
I smiled and ran a hand down his chest. “I guess it was fate.”
“You believe in fate now?”
“Fate, luck, divine intervention. Whatever it was that brought us together again is high on my list.”
“I guess it doesn’t matter. We’re together. That’s all we can ask for.”
“Well, I do need to ask one more thing.”
“Oh?” He kissed my neck.
“Will you go to my sorority formal with me?”
He moved his lips lower. “Of course. I’ll try to blend in for you.”
“But I don’t want you to blend in. I want you to be your weird sexy self.”
“In that case, no problem. Oh, I have to ask you something too.”
“What’s that?”
“Want to go to the lake house with my family when you finish exams?”