Summer Love at the Beach (Summer Instalove)

said, “Well, I think you’ve seen the yard and the kitchen.”

Leading me through the large arch of the open doorway, he gestured like a game show

host. “And this is the fabulous living room.”

Nodding, I studied the pale blue and soft gray furniture, everything very comfortable and

relaxed. “Very nice,” I said. “Perfect for watching movies on rainy days.”

“Will have to do that soon,” he said, giving me a squeeze as he led me up the stairs.

“That’s a weird wall hanging,” I said. “I mean, I like it, but I don’t know a lot of stuntmen who are into macramé.”

I meant as a joke, but he instantly frowned. “I keep meaning to take that thing down. I just

need to get the ladder out because of where it hangs over the stairs.”

I felt like I had said something wrong, but I wasn’t sure what. It was forgotten the second

we walked into the bedroom. Heading straight to the enormous window, I looked out over

the waves. “The view is incredible from every one of these houses,” I said.

“The view is best in any house where you are,” he said, spinning me into his arms.

Everything about him made me feel more alive than ever before. For the first time I could

remember, my over-anxious mind checked out. Untucking his t-shirt, I slid my hands

underneath, spreading my fingers across his chest. His skin felt so good, and I loved the

way his eyes blazed.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he smiled.

“I have no idea,” I said, gliding my hands lower to brush over the perfect ripples of his abs.

“I just need to touch you.”

“Does that mean I’m allowed to touch you as well?” I nodded slowly, as the warmth of his

eyes became molten. “Am I allowed to touch you everywhere?”

Nodding again, he was already reaching down for the hem of my sundress, pulling it up and

over my body slowly.

“Sweet Jesus,” he murmured.

The floaty feeling as he laid me across the bed was intoxicating, and was already addicted

to his touch. Twisting slightly, I unhooked my bra and tossed it aside, while my stomach

fluttered with curiosity.

Although I’d simply meant to be helpful, it felt like I’d given him some kind of sign. I sort of believed in signs, and this was definitely a positive one .

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