In Too Deep (A Texas Beach Town Romance 1)

For a moment, I’m certain I’ll never find an answer to his question. Then at once, I realize I have the perfect one. “I experience everything for the first time again.”

Jonah tilts his head. “What do you mean?”

“Things I’ve seen a million times … the beaches, the boardwalk, this view … just the simple pleasure of waves crashing in, washing over your feet … the way the sunset looks over the water … the smell in the air, the way salt gets into everything … I’ve lived all of these things so much, they lost their specialness. ‘Paradise’ looks different when you live in it. I just shrug at all of the beauty around me … until I see it through your eyes and experience it for the first time all over again.” I find myself smiling wistfully. “It’s infectious, the way you absorb the world around you, the way it lights up your eyes. I envy it.”

Jonah appears spellbound, a smile on his face.

“You’re super close to me,” I decide to point out.

My observation breaks the spell. He chuckles, glances out at the town, then says, “Okay, maybe I’m just a tiny bit nervous.” He presses even closer to my side. “My heart’s racing, not gonna lie.”

Mine, too. Though I doubt it has to do with the height or the cliff. “You can cling to me if it makes you feel safer.”

He lets out a nervous chuckle, blowing me off. “Yeah, yeah, okay. Thanks for the permission to be a total wimp and cling to you like a damsel in distress.”

“You can be anything with me. I’ll be your knight in big shiny armor if you want.”

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, but I can tell he’s still nervous. “If you say so.”

“Really, you’re safe.” I take his hand and pull it to my lap, squeezing it reassuringly.

He glances at where I put his hand, then seems to hold his breath.

I gaze down, too, uncertain.

Oh. I literally pulled his hand right onto my crotch.

My dick seems to make the same timely discovery, because I feel it already coming to life.

Jonah moves his hand slightly, his fingers grazing the head of my cock through the exceptionally thin material of my shorts.

It responds, flexing from his touch and pushing against the material, stiffening right up.

I knew I shouldn’t have worn loose boxers tonight.

But Jonah doesn’t shy away. He turns his hand over completely and grips my fast-hardening cock through my shorts. I meet his eyes with surprise. He’s staring right back at me.

Seems like he just found his answer to his anxieties, because all of the excitement that now lives in his eyes has nothing to do with the view or the cliff anymore.

His massaging deepens so much, I let out a quivering breath. I feel myself leaking already. How horny am I? Has it really been so long since I’ve felt any relief? Judging from the way Jonah so easily works me up, it’s no surprise I am clearly desperate as hell for this.

Without thinking, I reach for his crotch. Jonah lets out a small gasp as I feel him up, finding him to be just as hard and restrained in his shorts as I am in mine.

He squeezes and works my cock harder now. I do the same, the both of us massaging each other.

“This …” I’m nearly out of breath as I speak. “This isn’t what I brought you up here for.”

“I know.” He keeps gripping, squeezing, and kneading my dick. I’m leaking everywhere in my boxers. His lips are hanging open, full and plush and inviting. I want to kiss him so badly right now.

Still … “I swear it isn’t. This wasn’t just a smooth move. I wanted to show you—”

“I believe you.”

“—the sights, the view, the whole island …”

“I know, and I believe you, and trust me, I want to do what we’re doing right now as much as you do.”

God, his hand knows exactly how to work me up. He is driving me insane. “Yeah?”

“I should’ve listened to your songs last night.”

“Why?” I ask. “So you can start rubbing me off halfway through a rock ballad?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. Or I would’ve just listened? I’m very horny right now, sorry, I can’t think straight.”

“Me neither.” Just fucking kiss him. “Jonah, can I—?”

The lighthouse door opens with a loud, jostling creak, spilling light from its gaping mouth.

Jonah and I stop at once and spin around.

A man with a big mustache and belly eclipses the light like some kind of dark wildebeest. “Someone out there?” he calls out in a gruff, no-nonsense voice.

Jonah and I gape at each other, then instantly fly off the ground like a pair of kids caught stealing. “Hey, you!” he shouts as we tear down the dirt path. “What’re you doing up here? You’re not allowed up here!”