Can't Fix Cupid

“You said you wanted to step into the ocean. That’s one item on your to-do list.”

I know she realizes what second item I’m talking about the moment her eyes widen.

“What’s the second item you wanted to do, Trix?”

My fingers grasp the ends of her dress. I won’t push her, but fuck—I want her.

I want to see her. See every exquisite inch of her. I want her naked and wet under the moonlight. I want to see every part of her glorious body and give her the appreciation I should’ve given her the first time I found her in my office.

“Skinny-dipping,” she answers breathlessly, her teeth capturing her bottom lip.

Her breathing picks up the pace, and I see the column of her delicate throat jump as she swallows.

“You’re in charge here, Trix. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do,” I assure her.

I don’t know if her reaction is just simple nervousness or something more. But I’ll never make her feel the way that jackass from the club did. If she ever tells me to stop, I will. If she’s not ready for this now, I completely understand.

I start to let go of my hold on her dress, but before I can, her own fingers come down to stop me. “No. No, I want to. Please,” she says.

I study her to make sure that this is what she really wants. As if to answer my own question, she reaches down and starts lifting the hem of her dress herself.

As she swallows hard, my eyes zero-in on the movement, and I watch as inch by delicious inch of her is exposed. Together, we slowly lift up her dress like we’re unveiling a piece of art. And she is art. She’s fucking beauty personified.

I see supple thighs first. Then rounded hips, simple white silk panties, a flat stomach. A white silk bra that reveals a pair of gorgeous tits that are overflowing from the cups, and the delicate line of her collarbone. Then I’m pulling the dress up and over her head and tossing it aside.

My eyes skim over her form. I want to memorize everything. “You are utterly magnificent,” I murmur, the words falling quietly from my lips.

I reach out to grab her again, but the little minx suddenly dances away from me with a grin. “Come on, Mr. Knight. How many times do I have to tell you? If you want me, you have to chase me.”

She turns and sprints towards the waves with a delighted squeal of laughter.

I grin. This is one woman I’ll gladly chase after.

Chapter 25

Warren

I trail after Trix, my chase sure but admittedly slow. I would move faster, but...the view is fantastic. Her ass has the perfect amount of bounce to it that makes me instantly hard. Good thing there’s no one else on this beach, because I’d want to rip their fucking eyes out for looking at what’s mine.

Wait a minute. What’s mine?

That’s a dangerous thought. A forbidden thought. And not a new one.

Those same words had slipped out of my mouth when I confronted that fucker, Sparrow, when he was trying to coerce Trix home with him. She’s mine, I’d said. And I’d meant it with ferocious intent.

Good thing Trix was too out of her mind to remember that little tidbit. I’d really freak her out otherwise.

When she reaches the shoreline, Trix shocks me yet again by quickly yanking down her panties, and then snapping off her bra with a carefree twist, tossing them both behind her. I suddenly wished I’d hurried more during my chase, because I want a much closer look now.

Fuck. Her beautiful wings tattooed on her back...those adorable dimples above the curves of her ass...I want to grip her hips and sink my cock into her from behind just so that I can enjoy the view better.

But before I make it to her, she lets out a war cry, beating her fists above her boobs. “Cannonball!” she screams, right as she goes sprinting into the ocean.

I chuckle to myself as my feet hit the gentle laps of water, watching her legs splash into it, her legs carrying her as fast as she can go.

I suddenly wish it weren’t nighttime so I could get a better view of her curves, but then again, the shadow of night seems to make everything more erotic. More...romantic.

When she’s submerged in the water all the way to her neck, she turns around, her smile like a beacon, and I dig my hands into my pockets and shake my head at her. “That’s not how a cannonball works,” I call out.