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White Sea Bass. Afterwards, he even found room for dessert, but Livi could not
be tempted, settling instead for a Kioke Coffee.
Before returning to the inn, they drove south down Highway
One to take a look at the pier at night, tastefully picked out with lights. It
was all quite delightful.
As they made the return journey, sitting in a companionable
silence, it occurred to Livi that apart from a quick kiss on the cheek when he’d
picked her up that morning, Matt had done absolutely nothing she could have
found reason to object to. He surely was a remarkable man.
Outside her door, he repeated that morning’s kiss. “Good
night, it’s been a day I’ll remember always.”
Her eyes wouldn’t meet his. “Me too. Do you want to come
in?”
He cupped her chin in his hand. “More to the point—do you want me to come in?”
“I’m not sure,” she said honestly. “All I can tell you is, I
don’t want this wonderful day to end, which it will do if I go into this room
alone and shut the door. Just come and keep me company for a bit longer, please
. . .”
He took the key-card out of her hand, opened the door and
led her inside. “Let’s go and sit on the balcony and listen to the ocean. Would
you like a beer? I expect there will be some in the fridge.”
“No, I don’t think so, but please, get one for yourself.”
She rummaged in her overnight bag for a cardigan which she draped around her
shoulders, and then they stepped back outside into the cool ocean air to sit
together on the balcony. A group of teenagers, possibly from the nearby Cal
Poly University were calling to each other down on the beach and the lights of
another ship glinted and twinkled way out on the horizon.
“One night isn’t enough is it?” Matt asked unexpectedly.
“We’ve got to do this again, but for longer next time.”
Livi didn’t answer immediately. ”Matt,” she said finally, “I
suddenly came to understand today, just how much you’ve become a part of my
life. I want to spend time — much more time — with you, but I don’t expect you
to constantly spend large amounts of money to make it happen. I’m not that sort
of person.”
“Sweetheart, I know exactly what sort of person you are. I
also know that left to your own devices you’d probably never do anything like
this again. The same goes for me, but together . . . who knows?”
Livi took his hands in hers. “Together sounds good. I never
imagined I’d say that again, but I have, and I really mean it.”
His eyes seemed to drink her in. “Then this weekend has been
worth it; every minute of it.” He drew her to him and kissed her, gently at
first then with more passion. She wrapped her arms around him and clung to him
tightly.
“Do you want me to go?” he whispered when, at last, they
drew apart. She shook her head.
“No, I want you to stay.”
They went back inside the room, from which the full length
windows looked out across the moonlit ocean. It seemed a pity to shut it off,
but Matt slid the french window closed and pulled the drapes. He then sat on
the bed with his back against the headboard and Livi sat next to him, her legs
stretched out alongside his. They started to kiss again; this time longer,
hungrier kisses.
He didn’t pressure her, in fact, she was the one dictating
the pace. She had discarded her cardigan before sitting down, but eventually
she pulled away from him and slowly, piece by piece, removed her clothes. Her
nipples were hard and her honey-blond hair fell in tresses around her face. Matt
gazed at her; even with his clothes intact, it was evident how aroused he had
become.
Gently, unhurriedly, she began undressing him, her fingers
gently stroking his bare skin. Her hazel eyes burning with a passion he’d never
seen before in a woman, and with Livi, it was not what he expected; her eyes were
like windows to her soul. He was unable to suppress his desire for her any
longer. With an intense hunger, he rolled over until he
White Sea Bass. Afterwards, he even found room for dessert, but Livi could not
be tempted, settling instead for a Kioke Coffee.
Before returning to the inn, they drove south down Highway
One to take a look at the pier at night, tastefully picked out with lights. It
was all quite delightful.
As they made the return journey, sitting in a companionable
silence, it occurred to Livi that apart from a quick kiss on the cheek when he’d
picked her up that morning, Matt had done absolutely nothing she could have
found reason to object to. He surely was a remarkable man.
Outside her door, he repeated that morning’s kiss. “Good
night, it’s been a day I’ll remember always.”
Her eyes wouldn’t meet his. “Me too. Do you want to come
in?”
He cupped her chin in his hand. “More to the point—do you want me to come in?”
“I’m not sure,” she said honestly. “All I can tell you is, I
don’t want this wonderful day to end, which it will do if I go into this room
alone and shut the door. Just come and keep me company for a bit longer, please
. . .”
He took the key-card out of her hand, opened the door and
led her inside. “Let’s go and sit on the balcony and listen to the ocean. Would
you like a beer? I expect there will be some in the fridge.”
“No, I don’t think so, but please, get one for yourself.”
She rummaged in her overnight bag for a cardigan which she draped around her
shoulders, and then they stepped back outside into the cool ocean air to sit
together on the balcony. A group of teenagers, possibly from the nearby Cal
Poly University were calling to each other down on the beach and the lights of
another ship glinted and twinkled way out on the horizon.
“One night isn’t enough is it?” Matt asked unexpectedly.
“We’ve got to do this again, but for longer next time.”
Livi didn’t answer immediately. ”Matt,” she said finally, “I
suddenly came to understand today, just how much you’ve become a part of my
life. I want to spend time — much more time — with you, but I don’t expect you
to constantly spend large amounts of money to make it happen. I’m not that sort
of person.”
“Sweetheart, I know exactly what sort of person you are. I
also know that left to your own devices you’d probably never do anything like
this again. The same goes for me, but together . . . who knows?”
Livi took his hands in hers. “Together sounds good. I never
imagined I’d say that again, but I have, and I really mean it.”
His eyes seemed to drink her in. “Then this weekend has been
worth it; every minute of it.” He drew her to him and kissed her, gently at
first then with more passion. She wrapped her arms around him and clung to him
tightly.
“Do you want me to go?” he whispered when, at last, they
drew apart. She shook her head.
“No, I want you to stay.”
They went back inside the room, from which the full length
windows looked out across the moonlit ocean. It seemed a pity to shut it off,
but Matt slid the french window closed and pulled the drapes. He then sat on
the bed with his back against the headboard and Livi sat next to him, her legs
stretched out alongside his. They started to kiss again; this time longer,
hungrier kisses.
He didn’t pressure her, in fact, she was the one dictating
the pace. She had discarded her cardigan before sitting down, but eventually
she pulled away from him and slowly, piece by piece, removed her clothes. Her
nipples were hard and her honey-blond hair fell in tresses around her face. Matt
gazed at her; even with his clothes intact, it was evident how aroused he had
become.
Gently, unhurriedly, she began undressing him, her fingers
gently stroking his bare skin. Her hazel eyes burning with a passion he’d never
seen before in a woman, and with Livi, it was not what he expected; her eyes were
like windows to her soul. He was unable to suppress his desire for her any
longer. With an intense hunger, he rolled over until he
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