Come Share My Love - By Carrie Macon Page 0,15

her bikini’s showed off too much. She wasn’t going for a swim. She’d find something, she just didn’t know what.

It took her more than ten minutes to get dressed. Kemah knocked on the door and told her time was ticking and she needed to hurry up. Shyla told her she was on her way out.

She walked out the room wearing a yellow floral bikini top and bottom with a matching sarong draped on her hip and tied to one side.

Damn she was beautiful. Her hair hung at her shoulders in a mass of curls. She hadn’t had a chance to dab on any make-up. But that was okay. She didn’t need it. All Zackary could think about was holding her in his arms again and kissing those beautiful full, pouting lips. He stood up as she walked closer into the room. The sway of her hips was like the sway of the ocean. ‘That’s right baby come to papa,’ Zackary thought and hoped he didn’t embarrass himself by saying it out loud or doing something else stupid.

“Hi,” she said breathlessly. Her heartbeat wouldn’t stay at a normal pace when she was around this man.

“Good morning.” His throat felt dry. So he tried to clear it. “Did you sleep well last night?”

“Like a baby.” She lied, again. She knew that she wasn’t able to get a moment of sleep because every time she closed her eyes all she could see was his lips pulling her in.

Kemah cleared her throat. She knew it was a lie too. “You’re getting good at that.”

Shyla rolled her eyes but continued her conversation. “What about yourself?”

“I slept pretty decent.” That was the truth. He was happy to say that in his dreams he came out on top but Shyla may not be able to handle that so he’d just say that his sleep was the best he’s had in a while.

“So what brings you here so early in the morning?”

“It’s actually almost noon. I told you last night that we should talk. So I’d like for us to go for a walk on the beach.” She didn’t say anything so he continued. “Unless you would prefer to go to the lounge or better still stay right here.”

Shyla looked dumfounded. There was no way they would be staying in this suite. She wouldn’t last ten minutes alone with him. They would definitely finish where they left off on the dance floor last night. This time there would be no dancing. Not standing up anyway. Kemah took the decision out of her hands.

“A walk on the beach sounds like fun,” she said. “Shyla hasn’t taken a walk on the beach since we made it here.”

“Actually Kee, I have.”

“When?”

“On the third night while you were asleep, again for a little while last night.”

“I bet it wasn’t like having company. Especially male company,” she blinked rapidly. “Besides I thought we weren’t supposed to go to the beach by ourselves?”

“Why not?” Zackary asked.

They both looked at him and smiled. “It’s nothing. Just don’t want to get into the habit of going places by ourselves and something happen. You know?” Kemah said.

Zackary nodded his agreement. But he knew it was more than just that.

“Kemah I can’t tell you how much I disapprove of your-”

She stopped talking because Kemah gave her a warning look saying she was ready to start talking.

“So are you two lovebirds going for that walk or what?”

She looked at Shyla who in turn looked at Zackary, who looked deep into her eyes and she gasped. What she saw there was making her stomach do somersaults.

“It’s up to you.”

“I guess we better go then.” She rolled her eyes at Kemah, picked up her keycard and headed to the door.

“You kids have a good time. Stay as long as you like and please don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“That’ll be the day,” replied Shyla.

Zackary held the door open for her as they walked out and closed it behind him. They didn’t say anything on the elevator or anything in the lobby. She kept quiet most of the time while they walked on the beach. He took her hand in his as they walked. A surge of energy swept through her hand, up her arm, down her spine and throughout her body. What was this man doing to her? She shivered.

“It’s warm out, are you cold?” He put his arm around her shoulders as if that would make her warmer.

“No. I just got a chill. I get that a lot.” She tried