Keep (Seaside Pictures 2)

Her eyes heated.

“Much harder.”

She pressed her hand against her forehead and laughed softly. “You’re impossible to say no to on even your worse days.”

“And yet you do. How do you think that makes me feel?” I grinned wolfishly then slowly made my way around the fire. “Now, lick.”

Her breath hitched. “Licking leads to more licking.”

“Thank God.” My smile grew.

“And…”

“What? Are you nervous? Isn’t that my line?”

“Zane…”

“Rules are rules, Fallon.” I pulled off her beanie and tossed it in the sand. “And since I’m the new volunteer and the marshmallows are out of reach…” I shrugged. “You better get to work.”

“It’s not work.”

“It better not be.”

Eyes wide, she shocked the hell out of me by reaching for the front of my jeans and tugging me toward her with a jerk. “It’s pleasure.”

Muscles tense, I stopped breathing the minute her fingers grazed my flexed stomach, her cold knuckles barely connecting with my skin before she pulled back and slowly sunk down to her knees.

“Um, Fallon.” Voice uncertain I wasn’t sure if I should be terrified that her hands were swiftly moving to the front of my jeans or relieved. I’d been aching for her for weeks.

But we were in public.

And it was just starting to get dark.

“Hmm?” She blinked up at me with wide innocent, eyes. “I’m just taking orders.”

“Oh?” Was that my voice? The insecure thing escaping between my lips as her fingers fumbled across the metal button of my jeans, and then with a grin, she winked.

I froze.

“Gotcha.” She burst out laughing. “You should have seen your face!”

“THE HELL!” I roared lunging for her and pinning her to the sand. “That wasn’t very nice.”

“I never told you I was nice.”

“What did I do to deserve such teasing?”

“Ants.” She shrugged, shoving my hair away from my forehead as I crawled up her body and trapped her arms on the ground.

“Struggling just makes me want to keep you here longer. Resistance is futile.” I brushed a kiss against her neck then licked. “Mmm, you taste good.”

“Zane!” She squirmed beneath me. I ignored her little yelps of protest as I continued kissing down her neck. “You…” Her breath came out in a little gasp. “Have a gift.”

“Oh?” Another hot kiss just below her ear, why did she taste like cotton candy all the damn time?

“Kissing.” She blurted. “It’s not fair. Suck at something.”

“Would that make you feel better?” I pulled back. “Me sucking?”

Her eyes narrowed. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

With a wicked grin, I danced my fingertips across her chest then pulled some of the fabric of her dress aside, lowering my lips to her breast.

“So. Not. Appropriate.” She gasped each word.

“I was just following orders,” I said innocently, covering her and trying like hell to ignore the desire screaming through me. Like waves of heat, my blood boiled, surged, demanded I do something about that look on her face, the way that her lips curved into a sensual smile, I wanted it all.

All of her.

Us together.

“Zane?”

“What?” Our eyes locked.

“Take me home.”

It was like having ice water thrown on my body, I didn’t know what to say, was that it? She wanted to go home? After everything? The apologies, the understanding? How much hell could she put me through?

“Your home.” She clarified, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Please?”

“Kinda homeless at the moment.” I joked.

“Then take me where you feel at home.”

Our foreheads touched. “I’m looking at it.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Fallon

MY EYES FILLED WITH tears.

Four weeks.

It took four weeks for Zane Andrews to own me.

Then again, he’d had me with the first marshmallow, with the first arrogant smirk as he walked around the house completely naked, except for a weird scarf that wrapped around his neck.

God help me, I might not even make it to week five without asking if I could carry his firstborn.

At nineteen.

Was it obsession? Or something more.

Something deeper.

He stood and held out his hand.

I took it.

I realized then, I would always take it, wouldn’t I?

He kicked sand onto the fire, grabbed the rest of the marshmallows, and kissed me on the forehead as we walked in silence down the boardwalk.

My heart thumped against my chest in hammer-like fashion, only to pick up the minute Zane held open the door to The Seaside Resort.

Where I worked.

He didn’t go to the front desk.

Then again, you had to be an actual member to stay at the Resort, so I was more than a little confused as we made our way to the top floor.

My breathing went into overdrive.

It was night.

We were at a hotel.

Together.

Hands suddenly clammy, I tried to at least wipe the one that wasn’t touching him on my dress, but it did nothing to alleviate the nervousness as we finally rounded the corner and stopped in front of the penthouse suite.

It was over sixteen hundred square feet with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the ocean.