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out my hand and invite him by opening my legs. The sand is scratchy beneath me, yet I barely notice. Hand outstretched, I’m inviting Reef to make love to me, not have sex.
The moment he hovers over me, our gaze connects before he sinks into me. I moan and adjust my rear before he pulls out and sinks deeper. Carefully at first, so I can accommodate his size, and I’m still a little sore after last night.
Reef lowers to his elbows, moves in and out of me slowly, and kisses me so gently it’s almost unbearable. The old me desires to slap his naked butt and tell him to go faster and ride me into the sand until we’re sweaty and alternating between pleasure and pain until we can’t take anymore and scream each other’s names.
The slowness with which our bodies move, caress, and tease is undoing every frail stitch holding the old me together. Every day Reef is transforming me, and I barely recognise who I am. His mouth moves to my neck, and then he kisses every inch of skin to my ear.
He nibbles and breathes hot air, and I can’t help it. I lift my hips and match his rhythm, urging him to thrust harder until I come calling his name loud on my lips.
“I love you,” he whispers in my ear before thrusting deep, shuddering, and falling limp on top of me.
I don’t say it back.
My heart’s beating hard against my ribs.
I open my eyes to stare at the blue sky and see a black dot and enjoy the colours of my orgasm.
The black dot moves.
“Reef,” I croak. “What’s that?”
He lifts his head and twists. “A bloody drone.” He spreads out over me. “Don’t lift your head.” His lips are on mine, both hands on the side of my face so I can’t move. I realise he’s protecting me. Covering as much of me as possible while his rear is on show for the drone to capture.
Slowly, I relax into his kiss, allow my tongue to find his. His dick twitches inside of me, and I sense it growing. He breaks the kiss, lifts his head. “Can you see it now?”
I peep out from under his blond hair. “No, I think it’s gone.”
“Probably some teenagers from the next beach taking images of the coast or a guy looking for fishing spots.”
“If it’s a video, then they’ll get a surprise.”
He rolls off me and reaches for his shorts.
“Where’s my top?”
“I left it in the water.” He bends over and kisses each boob. “I told you I wanted you naked.”
I want to yell at him, only my body is humming with the love we made together.
Reef takes my hand and leads me to the water. “Best we get the sand off your beautiful arse.”
I am naked on the beach for him.
I am here out of my comfort zone for him.
I’m changing who I am—for him.
I might not have said those three little words, but my father always said, actions speak louder than words.
Chapter Eighteen
MACY
The days leading up to Christmas are hot and hectic at Lombardi’s with dinners and work celebrations before people go on break over the festive season. Oliver asked me to work nights as we’re overbooked, and I agreed since Dad now has Bernadette to keep him company.
He’s safe.
Reef and I catch up during the mornings. It’s not the same since we came home from our weekend away. Whether it’s him pulling back after he mentioned those three little words and I gave him no response, or it’s me regaining the armour around my heart and not letting him in. But I sense a difference, especially since morning sex is back to the smacking of skin as we go at it for what it is—a craving of lust, not love.
And in the extreme summer heat, everyone is a little crazy at this time of year. Even Oliver snapped at Dominic, his temper short with the pressure when the power went out for an hour or so yesterday.
Thursday night, Reef comes in toward the end of my shift.
“Hey,” I say, my heart picking up a notch. “A nice surprise to see you.”
He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I thought we might catch up later. Maybe you could stay the night?”
“Tonight?” I croak. I’m so exhausted and sweaty. All I want is a cold shower and to fall into bed. I couldn’t even manage to starfish for him without falling asleep. “I have the day and