Escape With Me (Love With Me 1)

“Oh boy.”

He grinned at the way she said it. She sounded almost reverent.

He kissed her again, taking his time. He figured they had all the time in the world.

Which was a mistake.

The radio on the jet-ski started to squawk. “Jet-ski One, Jet-ski One, come in.”

She pulled away, her eyes going to the beached jet-ski. “Should we get that?”

“Just ignore it,” he told her, pulling her back into him.

“Jet-ski one, jet-ski one, come in,” the radio continued to screech. “Cassie, are you there?”

Upon hearing her name, her eyes lost the bedroom look, and her body went rigid. The post-orgasm relaxation disappeared entirely. Wyatt shot daggers from his eyes at the radio.

“I need to answer that,” she said, rolling away from him. She grabbed her swim top before going to the jet-ski radio. She put it on before she answered as if the person on the other side would be able to see her nakedness.

She fumbled with the radio for a moment but quickly figured it out. “This is Cassie. Over.”

“Are you okay?” a female voice asked over the radio.

“Yeah,” Cassie replied. “Janessa?”

“The jet-ski guy said you went off almost two hours ago. You were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago, and it's not like you to be late. I was half afraid you were dead. You sure you're okay?”

Cassie scrunched up her face and looked down at her watch. Her eyes went wide. “Wow. I lost track of time. I'll be there as soon as I can.”

“Okay. I'll tell the jet-ski guy,” the radio crackled. “Hurry back. There's a couple that wants to rent it.”

Wyatt looked down at his own watch. He couldn't believe so much time had passed. They must have spent more time talking than he'd thought. Which never happened. It was always physical with the women he brought here. Yet, he'd spent the majority of his time with Cassie just enjoying her company. Learning about her. It had felt like no time at all. And now all he wanted was more. One taste of her was not enough.

She walked across the beach to him and picked up her shirt. She shook the sand out and slid it over her body, hiding her glorious curves from him. His body ached with need for release. He half wanted just to grab her and take her right there on the beach.

But he didn't. Instead, he stood up and gathered up their drinks and the unused towel.

“I'm sorry,” she said as he opened up the storage area and put everything away.

He looked over at her to see remorse on her face. The responsible part of her was warring with the fun-loving side of her. It was clear the responsible side was winning. He had a feeling the responsible side had a lot more practice.

“It's okay,” he told her. “Rain check?”

“Yes, please.” The grin that blossomed onto her face made his knees go a little weak, and once again he considered just tackling her into the sand and making her his.

She helped him push the jet-ski around and into the shallow water before the two of them got back on and started the engine. She looked back wistfully at the spot on the beach with the sandy imprints of their bodies and sighed.

Wyatt took the direct route home rather than the fun-filled zig-zag one he'd made to the island. Cassie had her cheek pressed into his back, her arms wrapped around him. They didn't say much, which was fine as it was hard to talk over the roar of the engine.

He slowed down as they approached the dock and she pulled away from him. He missed her gentle warmth against his back. He let the engine sputter and die at the pier.

He got off first and offered her his hand. She took it with a smile, their eyes meeting. Her dismount from the jet-ski was much more graceful than her climb on. No one even came close to falling into the water.

“Do you work tonight?” she asked, standing close to him. She didn't let go of his hand.

“Yes. But, I'd love to see you after.”

“I might have a couple of drinks,” she said. “You know, bachelorette party and all. You aren't going to turn me down again, are you?”