The Perfect Someday (A standalone novel ~ Book three in The Mathews Family) by Beverly Preston Page A
Authors: Beverly Preston
Ads: Link
definitely qualifies as one of my best dates. Okay…maybe the best date ever,” she slurred.
The wine hitting on all po ints, she let out a small giddy squeak as he encircled his arms around her. He stared at her steadily, a smile wedging at the corner of his mouth. His hand swept over her hair, delving through the loose tresses. Tracy tucked her arms between them, laying her cheek on his chest. They swayed to the melody of the sea, soaking up the bliss and tranquility of the moment. God he smells delicious.
Giovanni pressed a kiss to her forehead. “We should go, so your sister doesn’t worry.”
Tracy nodded begrudgingly. She held to him for balance as they tottered toward the boulders. He ditched the empty bottle and glasses in a trashcan next to a bench at the base. Giovanni helped her scramble up the boulders. The powerful grip of his hand on her bare arm as he pointed out footholds stirred thoughts of desire deep within her. Every placement of his hand sparked arousal, marking her flesh with his warmth, stirring intense thoughts of desire.
H alfway up the hill, she turned to face him. She dragged her hands over the soft spikes of his buzz cut hair, fingering through the short layers on the top. Tracy gripped his skull and planted a kiss firmly on his lips.
H is smile broadened beneath the kiss and a throaty laugh escaped his lungs. “Maybe we should wait till we get over the boulders.”
She flushed all over, shaking her head in complaint. This only provoked another smothered chuckle from Giovanni. He pointed onward, remaining behind her as they trudged their way to the top.
“You’re right. We really sho uldn’t be drinking and climbing,” she chortled playfully.
Reaching the end of the trail, Giovanni leapt from the last ledge and stretched out his arms, offering assistance. Tracy swirled her finger, gesturing for him to spin around. He turned, gladly offering her his back for a piggyback ride. She hopped on, draping her arms over his shoulders and molding her breasts to his back.
Giovanni hinged at the waist, careful so not to drop her, and gathered their belongings from the ground. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she hooked the band of her heels through her fingers. Her feet dangled wantonly, touching against his legs. She remained quiet on the trail, distracted by the feel of his obliques contracting beneath her thighs with every step.
Giovanni stopped near the wall and Tracy dumped her heels and bag to the sandy ground. Squirming sideways, she finessed her way to his hip and pressed a long kiss to his neck.
Unwrapping herself from the hard confines of his body, she pointed her toes toward the ground and lowered herself from his waist. The eyelet hem at the back of her dress snagged on his pants, catching between her legs. As she continued to slide down his body, the fabric of her dress cinched between her thighs. It tugged on her top between the blades of her shoulders, exposing her back and threatening to take her strapless bra with it.
“Shoot.” She squealed grasping hold of the cotton material covering her breasts before it slipped to her midriff. “I’m stuck…my dress is caught on something.”
In a stealth -like manner, his arm swung behind her, curling his strong hand beneath her for support. Giovanni inadvertently grasped her bare ass, slipping his fingertips beyond the edge of her no-show skimpy panties.
Tracy gasped in surprise.
“Scusi,” his apology broke in a sharp inhale.
Giovanni lifted and maneuvered her to the top of his thigh, fingers gripping close to her erogenous zone. Her body reacted with a quick contracting twitch to the maidenly divine pressure. Clinging to his neck with one hand, Tracy’s breath turned ragged. She could barely speak, working to unlatch her dress from his pants. Each small movement unlocked a new craving, an electrifying ping of raw pleasure. If she moved another inch, his fingers—
“ I think I’m caught on a button,” she
The wine hitting on all po ints, she let out a small giddy squeak as he encircled his arms around her. He stared at her steadily, a smile wedging at the corner of his mouth. His hand swept over her hair, delving through the loose tresses. Tracy tucked her arms between them, laying her cheek on his chest. They swayed to the melody of the sea, soaking up the bliss and tranquility of the moment. God he smells delicious.
Giovanni pressed a kiss to her forehead. “We should go, so your sister doesn’t worry.”
Tracy nodded begrudgingly. She held to him for balance as they tottered toward the boulders. He ditched the empty bottle and glasses in a trashcan next to a bench at the base. Giovanni helped her scramble up the boulders. The powerful grip of his hand on her bare arm as he pointed out footholds stirred thoughts of desire deep within her. Every placement of his hand sparked arousal, marking her flesh with his warmth, stirring intense thoughts of desire.
H alfway up the hill, she turned to face him. She dragged her hands over the soft spikes of his buzz cut hair, fingering through the short layers on the top. Tracy gripped his skull and planted a kiss firmly on his lips.
H is smile broadened beneath the kiss and a throaty laugh escaped his lungs. “Maybe we should wait till we get over the boulders.”
She flushed all over, shaking her head in complaint. This only provoked another smothered chuckle from Giovanni. He pointed onward, remaining behind her as they trudged their way to the top.
“You’re right. We really sho uldn’t be drinking and climbing,” she chortled playfully.
Reaching the end of the trail, Giovanni leapt from the last ledge and stretched out his arms, offering assistance. Tracy swirled her finger, gesturing for him to spin around. He turned, gladly offering her his back for a piggyback ride. She hopped on, draping her arms over his shoulders and molding her breasts to his back.
Giovanni hinged at the waist, careful so not to drop her, and gathered their belongings from the ground. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she hooked the band of her heels through her fingers. Her feet dangled wantonly, touching against his legs. She remained quiet on the trail, distracted by the feel of his obliques contracting beneath her thighs with every step.
Giovanni stopped near the wall and Tracy dumped her heels and bag to the sandy ground. Squirming sideways, she finessed her way to his hip and pressed a long kiss to his neck.
Unwrapping herself from the hard confines of his body, she pointed her toes toward the ground and lowered herself from his waist. The eyelet hem at the back of her dress snagged on his pants, catching between her legs. As she continued to slide down his body, the fabric of her dress cinched between her thighs. It tugged on her top between the blades of her shoulders, exposing her back and threatening to take her strapless bra with it.
“Shoot.” She squealed grasping hold of the cotton material covering her breasts before it slipped to her midriff. “I’m stuck…my dress is caught on something.”
In a stealth -like manner, his arm swung behind her, curling his strong hand beneath her for support. Giovanni inadvertently grasped her bare ass, slipping his fingertips beyond the edge of her no-show skimpy panties.
Tracy gasped in surprise.
“Scusi,” his apology broke in a sharp inhale.
Giovanni lifted and maneuvered her to the top of his thigh, fingers gripping close to her erogenous zone. Her body reacted with a quick contracting twitch to the maidenly divine pressure. Clinging to his neck with one hand, Tracy’s breath turned ragged. She could barely speak, working to unlatch her dress from his pants. Each small movement unlocked a new craving, an electrifying ping of raw pleasure. If she moved another inch, his fingers—
“ I think I’m caught on a button,” she
Similar Books
