Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
He drives deep, groaning through his climax, thrusting a few more times, but with much less force. He’s just giving me every last drop.
When he comes down on the beach beside me, I feel so raw, so vulnerable, so exposed, I crawl close and wrap my arms tightly around his neck. I need him near me. I need him to hold me.
He seems to understand.
His strong arms lock around me and he holds me like he’ll never let go.
In this moment, I don’t want him to.
I bury my face in his neck and kiss him. A thank you, though I’m not sure he deserves it. Whatever he just did to me was fucking magical, and I think I’m starting to understand why Brittany and all the girls before her put up with his bullshit.
The desperation I feel to kiss him is alien to me, but I can’t seem to stop. I move my lips across his jawline. He turns his head, and I kiss his lips with what little energy I have left.
He holds me and pets me while I calm down. It feels so nice.
Once the frantic, needy feeling ebbs, I feel so exhausted, I can’t move. And he’s so warm.
I almost fall asleep there in his arms, but Landon recovers his senses before I do. Gently, he eases out from under me and slides my skirt back over my ass before pulling his own clothes back on.
I want to lie here on this beach forever.
I never, ever want to leave.
Landon packs the cooler. I’m too spent to move, let alone help.
As he zips it up, he looks down at me and our gazes meet. “You doing okay?”
I nod, but I still feel like overcooked spaghetti. “I think you may want to consider the possibility that a girl’s virginity isn’t why she’d cling to you.”
“No? Why, then?”
“It may be because you’re a sex god.”
“Oh. Maybe.” He nods like that makes sense.
“You should have told me.”
“What fun would that have been?” He smirks, then offers me a hand. “Come on, time to get up.”
“I can’t. You melted my bones. I need a walker. Maybe a wheelchair. A covered litter carried by four hulking men.” I throw a hand across my forehead dramatically. “Carry me.”
“I would, but I have to carry all this other crap instead. Unless you want to be thrown over my shoulder and carried that way?”
“Hmm. Maybe I’ll just stand.”
“You sure?” He watches with amusement as I drag myself up and try to convince my legs to work.
“Almost upright.”
“You’re so brave.”
“Made it,” I say, dusting off the back of my skirt and realizing I’m missing something rather important. “Where are my panties?” I ask, looking around. I blink when he pulls them out of his pocket and holds them out for me to take. “Thanks,” I murmur, feeling my face flush as I awkwardly step into them.
He nods and bends down to finish packing up the cooler.
“I feel bad,” I say, stepping off the towel onto the sand since he’s about to grab that next. “We hardly ate any of the food you brought us.”
Smirking faintly, he says, “Hey, there were better options on the menu. Can’t be mad about that.”
We drift away from the cliff’s edge where Landon put down the towel for maximum privacy and make our way down the beach toward the parking lot. Right when we’re about to step off the sand, a lady with wavy blonde hair and her boyfriend also carrying a cooler go breezing past us.
Eyes wide, I look back at them, then I lean over to murmur to Landon, “See? We were almost criminals.”
He looks back and smirks, but he doesn’t seem all that concerned. “Would have been kind of funny.”
Impossibly, my eyes widen more. “It would not have been funny.”
“Kinda. My dad got interrupted when he was banging your mom on a beach because I got arrested. If we both got arrested for banging on the beach and he had to bail us out? Kind of a full circle moment. Gotta appreciate it.”
“Ew,” I say, smacking him on the arm. “Why would you say something like that? Also, I know you were joking, but in case it was not abundantly clear, our parents cannot know about this. My mom would flip the fuck out.”
“I’m pretty sure my dad already knows, but yeah, I don’t see your mom taking it well. That’s likely why he’s ignoring it.”
My stomach somersaults. “You think he knows? Did he see you coming out of my bedroom or something?”
“Nah, but he’s employed tactics that make it pretty clear. He’s an observant guy. He doesn’t miss much.”
My brow furrows. “I’m surprised he would keep something like that from her if he really knows.”
“He’s a lawyer. It’s his job to know when to keep pertinent information to himself.” Glancing over and seeing me still frowning, he says, “You don’t have to worry. It doesn’t mean anything bad. He’s crazy about your mom. If he’s keeping his mouth shut, it’s because he thinks he’s protecting her. Same reason you keep your mouth shut.”