Her eyes filled with tears and one tear dropped, sliding down her smooth, flushed cheek. Reaching out, he caught it with a swipe of his thumb and lingered there. Her skin was so smooth, so fragrant and she was so damned beautiful it hurt to look at her.
“I’m in love with you,” she confessed, her voice soft as she leaned down and kissed him once again.
And she belonged to him.
Chapter Nine
Two months later…
“I still can’t believe you’re doing this.” They trudged up the path toward the cabin, Evan carrying both of their suitcases. Morgan followed behind him, admiring the way his jeans tightened across his mighty fine butt with his every step.
Her boyfriend was beyond hot. And yes, she still got a giddy thrill every time she referred to Evan as her boyfriend, both out loud and mentally.
Most likely this meant she was completely mental but she didn’t care.
“What, taking a vacation? I don’t have a problem with taking a vacation,” Evan said from over his shoulder.
“Brett told me you haven’t gone on vacation in years.”
“Brett needs to shut the hell up and mind his own business.” Oh, he sounded growly and terse, but she knew Evan meant it good naturedly. He and Brett had already been acquaintances but in the last few months, they’d grown into friends.
All of them were friends, including Mia and Jake. The men got along great, which relieved the women more than they cared to admit. They spent a lot of time together and were even planning a Mexican getaway next fall.
But this weekend…it was just for them. She had Evan all to herself at a seaside cabin on the central California coast. And she wasn’t going to let him escape out of the cabin or the bed for the next two days.
Her entire body tingled at the decadent thought.
Evan gestured for Morgan to open the door since his hands were filled, and she walked inside first. The cabin was airy and light, the soft blues and greens within reminiscent of the sea. It featured a sparkling white kitchen and a casual living area complete with fireplace and TV, all one large, high ceilinged room. The bedroom featured a California king sized bed and a giant bay window that faced the ocean An en suite bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub completed the room. Perfect for a weekend of hot sexin’.
Just what Morgan had in mind.
Evan dropped the suitcases on the floor in the bedroom and she grabbed him from behind, sliding her arms around his middle and clasping her hands against his firm stomach.
“Careful,” he murmured, his hands sliding over hers. “Don’t want to injure my healing ribs.”
“Oh, I think they’re healed.” He was the healthiest man she knew. Nothing stopped him, absolutely nothing. He’d had her naked and on her back the day after he got home from the hospital even though she’d protested. A little. Until finally she flipped him over so he wouldn’t have to do a thing while she rode him for all he was worth…
“Did you get me up here just to have your wicked way with me?”
She pressed her head against his solid back, absorbing his warmth, his scent. Would she ever grow tired of this? Of him? She highly doubted it. “You found me out.”
He turned, staying within her embrace and slipped his arms around her waist. “Should we even have brought clothes?”
“No, because I’m keeping you naked and in that bed all weekend long.” She stood on tiptoe and kissed his chin, along his bristly jaw. He hadn’t shaved since yesterday and had the perfect amount of scruff on his face.
His hands slipped down to cup her butt and tug her closer. “Keep that up and you’ll have me naked in no time.”
“You’re so tuned in to my devious plan.” She wiggled against him, the brush of his burgeoning erection urging her on. The moment they touched it was as if a match lit between them. Fiery hot and all consuming, she couldn’t get enough of him.
And he couldn’t get enough of her either.
She kissed him, her hands slipping beneath the hem of his shirt, fingers trailing across firm, hot skin. He broke the kiss to tear off his shirt and he cupped her face, gentling the kiss as his thumbs stroked her cheeks.
Oh, she was a sucker for the face hold, and he knew it. Her knees wobbled, all the bones in her body dissolved and she clung to his hips, her fingers curling around the waistband of his low-slung jeans. She didn’t feel any cotton underneath the soft denim and she realized he’d gone without underwear.
Slowly, she broke the kiss, her smile so big it hurt her cheeks. “You’re a bad boy.”
His brows rose. “You discovered my secret?”