“Grandma! What kind of fun? Last time I saw you out with your friends, you were doing jello shots.”
“That’s tame.” She jokes. “If the look on that little boy’s face is any indication of how tired he is, he’s not going to make it to the beach. Why don’t you two go and I’ll stay with him while he naps?”
Davis’s expression causes me to laugh. He’s leaned up on Ari’s chest and his eyes are half closed. His mouth hangs open and he’s drooling.
“That’s okay. I can take him back to the house.”
“No, honey, go. You and Reed enjoy the afternoon.”
Silently, I’m thanking God and making a mental note to send Katy the largest bouquet of flowers possible. My head, heart, and cock are dying to see Ari in her bikini. I’d prefer to see her out of it, but I was a dick earlier and need to apologize.
I help her get Davis to the sofa and grab her hand to leave. Katy catches my eye and grins again. I hug her goodbye and thank her quietly. She knows why.
“Reed, do you have your suit?
“Yeah, at my house. Which is where we’re parking.”
“Okay.” She hops inside the truck and I close the door behind her.
“I want the rest of this day and night to be perfect, Ari, so I need to apologize. I overreacted back when you acted indifferent to that woman talking to me. I’m jealous as a fucking lunatic over you. I’m not kidding when I tell you I want you back. You are completely in control of our fate right now.”
“I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. You caught me off-guard.”
I shake my head, hoping my words sink into her stubborn head. We drive up to my rental house and she sucks in a breath. It is an impressive sight. I couldn’t tell my agent why I wanted to move to Fernandina Beach for a few months this summer, but he knew how to get me a home I would love. He pulled a few strings and I paid out the ass, but I got a house close to my son.
“This is beautiful,” she whispers.
“Come in and let me give you the tour.” I motion for her to follow me and get her beach bag.
The inside of the home is spacious yet comfortable. The owners decorated in a completely aquatic theme with sea blues and whites everywhere. I lead her into the massive kitchen and look back, she’s looking around in awe. When we get to the living room, she gasps. The far back wall of windows has an unobstructed view of the Atlantic Ocean. The two large French doors lead to a back patio with a walkway to the beach.
“This place is incredible. I’ve lived around here most of my life and never been in a home like this.”
“I got lucky. I couldn’t tell anyone why I wanted to move here this summer but my agent is pretty cool. He knew a guy in real estate and hooked me up.”
She opens the door to the porch and the ocean breeze blows through the living room. Thoughts of us drinking coffee every morning, watching the ocean, flood my mind. I want her here with me. I step into her back and wrap my arms around her waist. She leans back into me and my heart starts racing. She’s not pushing me away.
“Such a stunning view.”
“I was thinking the same thing.” I kiss along her collarbone to her shoulder.
She surprises me by turning and placing her hands on my biceps. Our eyes meet the need to taste her consumes me. Without warning, I press my mouth to hers. She opens just slightly and I slide my tongue around the edge of her lips and then slip inside. Her taste is a combination of cherry lip-gloss and sweet tea and I can’t get enough. Dropping my hands to her ass, I pull her into me and hope she feels my erection against her hip. The sound of her groan resonates through my body. I want to hear that sound every day and night, preferably, while inside her.
She starts to slow the kiss and I let her. When she pulls back, I nip at her lips and stare into her eyes, which are a deep shade of green right now. One thing I always loved was the way her eyes would turn based on her mood. The color right now usually meant she was turned on.
“I could do that all day, Angel,” I say softly. “I’ve missed your lips on mine.”
She doesn’t say anything but her dimples start to show with her grin.
“My suit is upstairs in my room. You want the rest of the tour?”
“Maybe it isn’t a good idea for us to go to your bedroom right now.” She grinds on me lightly.