large rock.
Grabbing her by the waist, I lift her up off the rock and hold her there, staring into her eyes.
“Why won't you tell me where you work?” I ask. She pushes on my shoulders, and starts laughing. “I kind of like you, and I would like to know more about you,” I tell her as she stops struggling and gets serious.
“You kind of like me?” she repeats.
“Yeah, I kind of like you, a lot.” I slide her down so her face is even with mine. Her breath hitches, our lips inches from touching.
“I'm an FBI agent,” she whispers, her eyes watching me.
“Really?” I put her down. “You're not here investigating the disappearance are you?” I am suddenly suspicious as all her questions come to mind.
“No, God no,” she instantly says. “I swear, I'm here on vacation. I didn't know anything about it until I got here.” She senses my change and reaches out to touch my arm.
“You've just been kind of elusive.” I look down at her hand on my forearm.
“That has nothing to do with anything other than a woman being careful.” She drops her hand and crosses her arms over her chest. “Do most women you meet spill their life history to you in the first hour?” Now the tide changes as she starts to get feisty about it. “Do you want my bank account number, or how about my social?” She is getting fierier right before my eyes and I laugh, it's innocent and sexy at the same time.
“Okay, I'm sorry.” I can't stop laughing as she fumes. I bend at the knees and wrap my arms around her waist again, this time throwing her over my shoulder. “Do I need to throw you in the ocean to cool you off?”
“Justin, put me down.” I can hear amusement in her voice so I don't put her down, but start walking toward the water, and she wraps her arms around my chest.
“Just so you know, if I'm going in so are you.” She has a death grip on me and I have no doubt that she will not be letting go. It doesn't stop me as I continue to walk into the water.
“Justin,” she squeals as the cold Atlantic Ocean hits her legs. She'll have to let go when her head hits the water. At least that's what I think, but she doesn't and I'm totally submerged before I let go of her tiny waist. This woman is stubborn and I love it. She comes up from the cold water for air, inhaling deep. I pull on her arm to bring her back to me when she struggles in the waves. I'm anchored, being used to the waves, and her body smashes into mine. Once again we are face to face.
“I can't believe you did that,” she shrieks, holding on to my biceps to stay above water. I just smile. The result is twofold; first it got her to calm down, second she is wearing a white t-shirt. Her white, lacy bra shows her breasts, and her hard nipples from the frigid water. She looks down seeing that I can't stop ogling her perfect breasts, and she pushes off me, swimming toward shore. She stops first to dunk her head back so that her hair is out of her face, and walks out of the water, sitting on the sand to take offher soaking wet tennis shoes.
I sit next to her doing the same. We sit in silence for a moment until I can't handle it anymore. I turn to her and see her staring at the side of my face. Water droplets still dripping from her face and hair, I turn my body and reach up, cupping her face. This will be the third time we've almost kissed in an hour and I'm not letting this moment get away from me.
Chapter 16
Ellie
I want him to kiss me more than I want to breathe at this moment. The things my body is screaming at me are deafening. I've had such an array of emotions in the past few hours that it's exhausting. He has my face in his hands as he closes the distance. Our lips touch, soft at first. I reach out for him, my hand going into his hair as his lips part. His tongue brushes my lower lip, pushing to get inside. I let him in, tasting the saltiness of the ocean on our lips as he explores my mouth,
Grabbing her by the waist, I lift her up off the rock and hold her there, staring into her eyes.
“Why won't you tell me where you work?” I ask. She pushes on my shoulders, and starts laughing. “I kind of like you, and I would like to know more about you,” I tell her as she stops struggling and gets serious.
“You kind of like me?” she repeats.
“Yeah, I kind of like you, a lot.” I slide her down so her face is even with mine. Her breath hitches, our lips inches from touching.
“I'm an FBI agent,” she whispers, her eyes watching me.
“Really?” I put her down. “You're not here investigating the disappearance are you?” I am suddenly suspicious as all her questions come to mind.
“No, God no,” she instantly says. “I swear, I'm here on vacation. I didn't know anything about it until I got here.” She senses my change and reaches out to touch my arm.
“You've just been kind of elusive.” I look down at her hand on my forearm.
“That has nothing to do with anything other than a woman being careful.” She drops her hand and crosses her arms over her chest. “Do most women you meet spill their life history to you in the first hour?” Now the tide changes as she starts to get feisty about it. “Do you want my bank account number, or how about my social?” She is getting fierier right before my eyes and I laugh, it's innocent and sexy at the same time.
“Okay, I'm sorry.” I can't stop laughing as she fumes. I bend at the knees and wrap my arms around her waist again, this time throwing her over my shoulder. “Do I need to throw you in the ocean to cool you off?”
“Justin, put me down.” I can hear amusement in her voice so I don't put her down, but start walking toward the water, and she wraps her arms around my chest.
“Just so you know, if I'm going in so are you.” She has a death grip on me and I have no doubt that she will not be letting go. It doesn't stop me as I continue to walk into the water.
“Justin,” she squeals as the cold Atlantic Ocean hits her legs. She'll have to let go when her head hits the water. At least that's what I think, but she doesn't and I'm totally submerged before I let go of her tiny waist. This woman is stubborn and I love it. She comes up from the cold water for air, inhaling deep. I pull on her arm to bring her back to me when she struggles in the waves. I'm anchored, being used to the waves, and her body smashes into mine. Once again we are face to face.
“I can't believe you did that,” she shrieks, holding on to my biceps to stay above water. I just smile. The result is twofold; first it got her to calm down, second she is wearing a white t-shirt. Her white, lacy bra shows her breasts, and her hard nipples from the frigid water. She looks down seeing that I can't stop ogling her perfect breasts, and she pushes off me, swimming toward shore. She stops first to dunk her head back so that her hair is out of her face, and walks out of the water, sitting on the sand to take offher soaking wet tennis shoes.
I sit next to her doing the same. We sit in silence for a moment until I can't handle it anymore. I turn to her and see her staring at the side of my face. Water droplets still dripping from her face and hair, I turn my body and reach up, cupping her face. This will be the third time we've almost kissed in an hour and I'm not letting this moment get away from me.
Chapter 16
Ellie
I want him to kiss me more than I want to breathe at this moment. The things my body is screaming at me are deafening. I've had such an array of emotions in the past few hours that it's exhausting. He has my face in his hands as he closes the distance. Our lips touch, soft at first. I reach out for him, my hand going into his hair as his lips part. His tongue brushes my lower lip, pushing to get inside. I let him in, tasting the saltiness of the ocean on our lips as he explores my mouth,
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