he tugged his shirt over his head. Holy, holy sweet mother of Jesus.
My insides melted into a gigantic pool of goo. My body completely ignored my pissed off brain.
“Lay down.”
A part of me wanted to play hard to get. Wanted to put up a fight. Yet, I found myself doing exactly what he commanded. I felt my heart pulsing between my legs as anticipation took over. I unfastened my white capris and started to slide them over my hips until he took them in his hands, pulled them off my feet and dropped them to the floor.
“We are going to address this faking it thing, right now,” he said, kneeling and heaving me to the edge of the bed. “That takes priority.”
My teeth pinched my lip with anticipation. I hadn’t faked anything last night. He made me come fair and square. I had a feeling deep in my pelvis that it was about to happen again.
“Phoebe.”
“Austin.”
“Right before you fake it again, I want to hear one thing come out of your mouth.”
The softness and the warmth of his touch stole my breath. His lips and tongue were making it difficult to concentrate on what he was saying. In some ways this was more intimate than sex. An act so very personal with sole intent to please someone else rather than yourself. As he sought pleasure for me, my knees fell open granting him full access.
“Mmm,” I moaned as the heat in my lower abdomen built. An unconscious rotation of my hips brought his hands around to grip my thighs and hold me in place. The intoxicating pleasure had my head spinning without reservation or thought. GOD! Besides law school, this guy went to the university of Fuck her Good. Embarrassed by how fast he got me there, I tried to think of most anything to hold off if even for a minute. But the sensual assault was a torrent of perfect maneuvers with his talented mouth guiding me in one direction. When his finger joined the party, I was toast.
“Austin,” I hissed as my body released literally right in front of him. His finger absorbed the shock waves while he dropped wet kisses on my thigh.
“You faker, you,” he teased, and I covered my face. “That was about three and a half minutes. Maybe we could try for a Guinness world record?” Readjusting my panties, he propped himself up on his elbow next to me. “You’re flushed.”
“Even with that gold medal performance, I’m still frustrated with you.”
“Noted.”
“What did you mean when you said one thing better come out of my mouth.”
“It doesn’t matter, you said it.”
“You wanted me to say your name?”
“Yes.”
“I wouldn’t say another name, goofy,” I chuckled. There was no freaking way.
“Ever,” he said, and both of us froze with those words. The unspoken insinuation hung in the air between us, followed by, “We need to get down to the beach.” Obviously he regretted saying the word ever the minute it left his mouth. Regardless, I was with him and I didn’t want to waste it. I hopped off the bed.
“It’s gonna be cold. Here’s a sweatshirt.”
“Can I wear shorts?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I’ll take a blanket.”
My arms naturally wound around him from behind. “Something’s bothering you. I can tell.” My cheek lay flush with his back.
“A half hour ago, I learned that another man laid his hands on you and that you carried his child for a short time. That would be difficult for any man to reconcile in their head.”
He brushed my hand with a kiss then swiveled around to face me.
“I didn’t have to tell you that stuff,” I whispered. “We are so different and…”
“I dated a girl named Libby, who got pregnant too. It ended up not being mine, but I believed it to be. We aren’t so different, Phoebe. Except I’d never raise a hand to you like he did. I’d rather fucking die than hurt you.”
My tears fell before I even realized. “I’ve never had someone want to protect me. My own parents didn’t even…” my words trailed off just as he pulled me against his chest and kissed the top of my head.
“Let’s go.” I wasn’t sure why he didn’t want to finish the conversation, but I did let it go. For the time being.
From the distance, the fire looked big, and it only grew as we got closer. A couple of the guys were tossing a football. The wind whipped my hair around, but I didn’t find it annoying. There was