Capture (Seaside Pictures 1)

He must have noticed my panic because he pulled away and kissed me again, making me forget everything, including my own name.

With a whisper of devotion, his body moved against mine. With one quick thrust he tugged me against him, filling me, claiming me with such completeness that I gasped aloud.

He went still. "Are you okay?" The concern in his eyes was my undoing, breaking my heart that he was so opposite of Elliot and any other guy I'd ever known.

With a nod, I reached up to kiss him, causing a blindingly good sensation to build within me as he pulled me closer to him and slowly moved with purposeful strokes, as if taking his time.

Savor.

He'd said savor.

And I think I was finally understanding what the word meant.

I closed my eyes.

"Nope." He chuckled wickedly. "Open."

"Huh?" Disoriented, only able to concentrate on the feeling building inside of me, I shook my head and squinted at him. "What?"

"Keep them open," he commanded softly. "And on me. Watch me watch you so you know when this is over, that you'll have nothing to regret, because the look I'm giving you now is the same one I'm going to give you after, and the day after that, and the day after that."

Tears pooled in my eyes as our mouths fused together in a hungry kiss. My body shuddered uncontrollably as he thrust one last time, leaving me boneless, weak.

Chest heaving, he kept our positions tangled like a pretzel and locked his gaze on mine again. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

"Good," he smirked, "because we still have a few hours."

"What?" I nearly shrieked, "You mean—"

"You're mine," he said simply. "And I'm yours. That's what I mean. If you thought this was a one-time thing? Or that I'd leave and forget your name? You have another thing coming. I don't say words just to hear myself talk, and I don't make fake promises."

My face broke out into a grin that hurt my cheeks. "You're kind of great, you know that, right?"

"Not nearly as great…" He kissed me with exquisite tenderness. "… as you."

"WHAT THE SHIT?" THE screaming sounded a lot like Jaymeson.

I jerked awake, my blurry vision taking in the tossed clothes in the room: mine, Linc's, and then my bra, proudly displayed at Jaymeson's feet.

By the look of rage on his face, I guessed we were screwed, and I was going to find Linc's body belly-up in the ocean.

"Linc." I elbowed him in the side. He was lying on his stomach, hugging the pillow.

With a yawn, he blinked his eyes open. "Hey there." He reached for my head and pulled me down for a kiss.

"Release the minor," Jaymeson said in an eerily calm voice that literally sounded like he'd channeled a forty-year-old dad and was currently being possessed.

Linc's eyes widened in panic before he very slowly turned over, then pulled the blanket up to cover the fact that he was naked and waved.

Right. He waved. At Jaymeson.

He may as well have pointed a gun.

Jaymeson lunged for the bed but was pulled back by a very calm Zane, who was cheerfully holding a bowl of Lucky Charms in one hand while clutching Jaymeson's shirt in the other.

"Should have locked the door," Zane said under his breath, releasing Jaymeson and dipping his spoon into the bowl. A few marshmallows tumbled from the spoon. I imagined the freak had picked out all the healthy parts of the cereal and tossed them in the trash.

"You bastard!" Jaymeson pointed his finger at Lincoln. "She's a child!"

"Bullshit!" Linc shouted right back.

I flinched at the loudness of his voice. "She's an adult, and she's been through a hell of a lot these past few years. Damn it, let her make her own decisions!"

"Right!" Jaymeson stomped toward us. "She's been through hell and back. Do you really think she's in her right mind to make such big decisions? And you come rolling up into Seaside like some bloke whose shit doesn't stink, and you think I'm going to let you? Seduce her? My SISTER?" The sister part was said on a shriek.

Pris charged her pregnant self into the room, took one look at the situation, and yelled, "Out! All of you."

Jaymeson turned to glare.

She glared right back. "Jaymeson, so help me, if you ever want to see me naked again, you will get out of this room. Now."

"Ha…" Zane shoveled another bite of cereal into his room. "… I think I'm going to love Seaside."

"Bloody asshole." Jaymeson stomped off, shoving Zane through the door then slamming it behind him.

"Linc, you have exactly five minutes to get your clothes back on, jump out that window before my husband sees you, and make it to the set all in one piece," said Pris, holding out his jeans. "Think you can do that?"

Linc pulled me close. "I'm not going to just abandon Dani."

Pris's face softened. "You aren't abandoning her. You'll see her later today. I'm not cursing your existence and banning you from our house, though I'd appreciate it if you actually walked through the door so we could supervise all bedroom activity before it happens, but I'm too late for that. So right now, just let me talk to my sister and please… leave."

Linc kissed me on the temple then slowly got out of the bed, snatching his jeans from Pris's outstretched hand. Sighing, she turned around while he quickly got dressed and made his way over to the window. "Do I really have to go out this way?"