Summer Love at the Beach (Summer Instalove)

His hands stroked my back gently. “Becca, sweetie, how do you feel?” he asked softly.

Pushing myself up to look into his eyes, he looked relieved as soon as he registered my

grin. “Amazing. Adrenaline drunk.”

“I guess that’s good enough for now,” he said, gently rolling me so that I was on my back.

He stroked my hair, snuggling me against his shoulder. “I can’t begin to tell you what it

means that you chose me for your first time.” I looked up in surprise: my big tough guy

almost sounded choked up.

“I love you,” I whispered. “Just in case you forgot.”

“I will never forget,” he said, his fingertips stroking the side of my face. “I love you, Becca.”

Lying together naked was quickly becoming one of my favorite things. I was almost drifting

off, when my eyes snapped open as he said, “When we get back to the city, I’d like you to

consider moving in with me as soon as you’re comfortable. Not right away, but whenever

we’ve been dating long enough that you feel relaxed about it. Does that sound good?”

My chin tipped up and down against his skin. “That sounds like a very good idea. I’ll just have to run it past some people first.”

The vibration of his chuckle went straight through my left ear. “Do you need to ask your

brother’s permission? If so, I could have him over for dinner a few times to pave the way

first.”

“No, you’ll have to meet my four girlfriends so that they can ask you a thousand questions.”

“The new boyfriend check . No problem.”

I loved that he was even confident about facing the girls. I knew they would pretend to be

rough and strict with him, but after the meeting they would dissolve into giggles and gush

about how cute we were together.

As I fell asleep in his arms, I realized we really were cute. We were a good team. Not only

did he make me scream, he understood me when I was silent. It was exactly what I had

always been looking for in a man, when I hadn’t realized I’d been looking at all.

EPILOGUE

* Becca *

*** One Year Later ***

The sound system was tuned to soft French jazz. The white wine was out of the fridge and

sitting on the counter so it could warm up just a few degrees. Dinner was almost ready, and