pressed her index finger to her innocently evil smile, and I was not capable of waiting much longer for those lips to cover my cock.
“Darlin’, you woke up everyone within a five-mile radius with your screaming and begging. Every living soul, and the whales and sharks, too. They know all about my situation and they know how good that situation was for you.”
“You’re sweet,” she cooed, and if I wasn’t mistaken, there was a hickey on the upper curve of her breast. Add another one to my column. “But, darlin’ , if there’s one thing I know, it’s how to bullshit with the best of them. I knew your ego was fragile. I couldn’t risk damaging it.”
“Keep going,” I said with a shrug. “Yeah, this is great. All your bitching is giving me time to think about whether I want you tied down while I slap your ass.”
“Keep dreaming, commando,” she said. She plucked the champagne bottles from the bar, tucked them in the crook of her arm, and started down the path toward her cottage. She paused, surveying the empty reception area, and tossed a hot smile over her shoulder that I interpreted as ‘if you want me, come and claim me.’
Yeah, that wasn’t a difficult decision, and following meant I got to watch her hips swaying in the moonlight. It was just the crash of waves not more than fifty yards away, the hum of crickets, and the click of her heels, and even if I never touched her again after this night, I’d always remember the foggy glow that surrounded her, as if clouds knew better than to get in Shannon Walsh’s way. I was no romantic, but that was a gorgeous sight.
I let her get within a few yards of her cottage—the one filled with busted furniture—before catching her around the waist and hauling her toward the door.
“It’s open,” she murmured against my neck.
Her fingers were busy with my tie and I already had a hand in her panties, but those two words were a bucket of ice water on my balls. What the fuck was she doing leaving her door unlocked?
“Don’t do that,” I said, scanning the perimeter before turning the handle. “I don’t care how nice this place is, shit happens when you aren’t careful. Especially to little things like you.”
I put Shannon down—ignoring her antagonistic scowl as she uncorked one of the bottles and sucked the fizz from the rim—and motioned for her to stay put while I swept the cottage. She wasn’t even one hundred pounds soaking wet, and for as scrappy as she was, she was no match for someone who wanted to harm her. Fuck, an excited beagle could take her down.
When it was secure, I grabbed her elbow and towed her inside. “This is exactly why you need someone looking after you. You shouldn’t be leaving this place wide open,” I said, closing the door behind her. “And I won’t fuck you until you stop pouting about it.”
“The only people at this resort are wedding guests.” Shannon tipped back the champagne as she leaned against the wall. “I have two bottles of Dom Perignon all to myself. This place has HBO and Showtime. I don’t need you, or your mansplainy dick.”
I locked the door then grabbed the champagne from her hand and sipped, and a long, weird silence simmered between us. She was too busy wanting to be right to acknowledge that she was dead wrong. Eventually Shannon slipped out of her shoes and walked into the bedroom, and maybe I was the beagle who was going to take her down because I couldn’t help but follow.
She was reaching for the zipper at her lower back, and I pushed her hands away to draw it down myself. “You’re still here?” she said, a laugh in her voice. “Don’t you have beachfront crimes to prevent? Maybe chase off some deer? Some rifles to polish?”
“Shut up, Shortcake,” I said.
The dress fell to the ground, pooling around her bare feet, and she was left in nothing more than a tiny pair of purple panties. No bra was my favorite kind of bra. I shifted her hair over one shoulder, letting my
“Darlin’, you woke up everyone within a five-mile radius with your screaming and begging. Every living soul, and the whales and sharks, too. They know all about my situation and they know how good that situation was for you.”
“You’re sweet,” she cooed, and if I wasn’t mistaken, there was a hickey on the upper curve of her breast. Add another one to my column. “But, darlin’ , if there’s one thing I know, it’s how to bullshit with the best of them. I knew your ego was fragile. I couldn’t risk damaging it.”
“Keep going,” I said with a shrug. “Yeah, this is great. All your bitching is giving me time to think about whether I want you tied down while I slap your ass.”
“Keep dreaming, commando,” she said. She plucked the champagne bottles from the bar, tucked them in the crook of her arm, and started down the path toward her cottage. She paused, surveying the empty reception area, and tossed a hot smile over her shoulder that I interpreted as ‘if you want me, come and claim me.’
Yeah, that wasn’t a difficult decision, and following meant I got to watch her hips swaying in the moonlight. It was just the crash of waves not more than fifty yards away, the hum of crickets, and the click of her heels, and even if I never touched her again after this night, I’d always remember the foggy glow that surrounded her, as if clouds knew better than to get in Shannon Walsh’s way. I was no romantic, but that was a gorgeous sight.
I let her get within a few yards of her cottage—the one filled with busted furniture—before catching her around the waist and hauling her toward the door.
“It’s open,” she murmured against my neck.
Her fingers were busy with my tie and I already had a hand in her panties, but those two words were a bucket of ice water on my balls. What the fuck was she doing leaving her door unlocked?
“Don’t do that,” I said, scanning the perimeter before turning the handle. “I don’t care how nice this place is, shit happens when you aren’t careful. Especially to little things like you.”
I put Shannon down—ignoring her antagonistic scowl as she uncorked one of the bottles and sucked the fizz from the rim—and motioned for her to stay put while I swept the cottage. She wasn’t even one hundred pounds soaking wet, and for as scrappy as she was, she was no match for someone who wanted to harm her. Fuck, an excited beagle could take her down.
When it was secure, I grabbed her elbow and towed her inside. “This is exactly why you need someone looking after you. You shouldn’t be leaving this place wide open,” I said, closing the door behind her. “And I won’t fuck you until you stop pouting about it.”
“The only people at this resort are wedding guests.” Shannon tipped back the champagne as she leaned against the wall. “I have two bottles of Dom Perignon all to myself. This place has HBO and Showtime. I don’t need you, or your mansplainy dick.”
I locked the door then grabbed the champagne from her hand and sipped, and a long, weird silence simmered between us. She was too busy wanting to be right to acknowledge that she was dead wrong. Eventually Shannon slipped out of her shoes and walked into the bedroom, and maybe I was the beagle who was going to take her down because I couldn’t help but follow.
She was reaching for the zipper at her lower back, and I pushed her hands away to draw it down myself. “You’re still here?” she said, a laugh in her voice. “Don’t you have beachfront crimes to prevent? Maybe chase off some deer? Some rifles to polish?”
“Shut up, Shortcake,” I said.
The dress fell to the ground, pooling around her bare feet, and she was left in nothing more than a tiny pair of purple panties. No bra was my favorite kind of bra. I shifted her hair over one shoulder, letting my
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