Summer Love at the Beach (Summer Instalove)

Becca reached down to take my hand from her knee. I wondered whether she was

stopping me from sliding any higher, but she just seemed to want to hold my hand.

“I guess I should walk you home, so your brother doesn’t worry,” I said.

“I guess,” she said softly, and I hoped that was a note of reluctance in her voice.

“I don’t want you to leave,” I said. “If I were in charge of the universe, I would scoop you up in my arms and take you to my bed right now.”

Her eyes widened as he

r lips curled up in a sassy little smile.

“It’s probably too early for me to be thinking about that, isn’t it?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she whispered. “How do these things normally work?”

Leaning in to kiss her softly, I loved that she pressed against me, cuddling right into my

chest. “I don’t know what’s normal anymore,” I said gently. “A lot of people meet on those

dating apps, and hook up just a few hours later.” Her nose crinkled in distaste.

“Some women have rules about going out with a guy ten times before she’ll get into bed

with him,” I shrugged. “I guess everyone is different.”

Becca’s free hand flew up to trace along the stars of her necklace.

“I don’t mean to make you nervous, sweetie. I just meant that you are incredible, and at

some point, when it’s right, I want to show you how wonderful you are by kissing every

single inch of you.”

Even in the dim light, I watched the slight blush creep along her cheeks. Kissing her slowly, her tantalizing lips glided against mine, allowing me to taste her warmth. She wanted me. If I slipped my hand into her shorts right now, I knew there would be a damp spot between

her legs. But I’d have to be patient so that I didn’t scare off my darling girl.

Feeling her tongue in my mouth, feeling her open up to me filled me with relief. She was

mine. It would take some time to work out the details, but I could feel it.

Her whisper-soft little moan made my cock lurch in my baggy shorts, and I hoped she didn’t

notice. “I should walk you home before I start getting naughty ideas,” I said softly.

Becca’s lips caressed my ear as she breathed, “I think I really like talking through touch

instead of words.”

She must have felt the shudder that ran through me, as I murmured, “Me too, sweetie. But

let’s go.”

We stood up and I took her hand, leading her through my garden and onto the beach. As

we strolled past several houses holding hands in the moonlight, I wondered how many of