“Huh?”
“Tonight, when we get back to the city. You’ll spend it with me.”
“Ethan, I’ve spent every night with you. Leah will think I’m the worst friend in the world.”
“So another one won’t matter. Give me your phone.”
“Why?”
“I’m going to call Leah and tell her you’re staying with me tonight.”
She grinned at me. “I’ll tell her. You’re such a bully.”
“You eat it up,” I winked at her. “And go and change into a bikini while you’re at it.” The sight of her in a bikini gave my hard-on a hard-on. How could wearing clothes actually be more of a turn on than not wearing clothes?
I was finishing my oatmeal and coffee when she came back into the kitchen wearing some cut off shorts and a vest top. Fucking perfect.
“Come on, we’re off to frighten the wildlife on the beach,” I said, pulling her from the door.
We set our towels on the sand and I watched as she stripped off her T-shirt and shorts. Why did she want to go to the beach again? We could have so much more fun back at the house.
“Stop staring, you perv.”
“I’m just trying to capture mental images for my spank bank.”
“God, you’re a pig today.”
I grabbed her and pulled her down into my lap. “I told you, I’m your god.” My hand delved beneath her bikini bottoms and I hardened as I felt how wet she was.
“You are always so wet, beautiful.”
“Ethan, we’re on the beach.”
“And I’m going to make you come on the beach,” I said. I felt her relent and relax against my fingers. She knew there was no point in fighting me. I held her orgasm in my hands and the power I felt over her body made me harder than a baseball bat. My fingers slid deep inside her and my thumb circled that bundle of nerves that I’d come to know so well. Her breath quickened and her hand pushed against her chest, but my free arm was encircling her. She wasn’t going anywhere.
“Don’t fight it, baby. You know what I do to you. Give in to me.”
Her head tipped back and she whimpered my name, over and over. Jesus, that was hot. How could she ever think that I could ever have her call me another name? And then her breathing stopped and I watched as her orgasm crashed over her.
I stroked her gently and pulled my hand away and cradled her tighter against me.
“God, Ethan. You know me so well. I mean, you know my body so well.”
“Don’t forget it, baby.” I said it before I realized what I’d said. But it was true: I didn’t want her to forget what I could do to her. I wanted every man that came after me to fall short by a hundred miles. So short that she’d give up trying to find anyone and she’d come back to me. Andrew was right. I really liked this girl. If she lived in New York, I could imagine dating this girl. Like, spending all my time with her, just like this week had been, but every day. The thought was shocking, but in the best of ways. And then reality broke through. She didn’t live in New York. She lived 3,000 fucking miles away on another continent. I squeezed her again in my arms.
“You’re so good. Like, the best ever,” she said sleepily.
“I bet you say that to all your lovers.”
“Anything to keep all my men happy.” She opened her eyes and grinned at me.
“Right, that’s it.” And I picked her up in my arms and strode in the sea to the tops of my thighs and dumped her into the cold water.
She emerged her hair draped over her face. “Fuck! That’s arctic, you pig.”
I laughed at her and she splashed me and then leapt on me, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I walked deeper into the ocean so the water was at waist height and I pushed her hair from her face.
“I meant it. You gave me more orgasms during our first night together than any man has ever given me.”
I felt like someone’s fist had tightened around my heart. “You don’t need to try to make me feel better.”
“I mean it. You know my body better than anyone.” And she hugged me tight and I squeezed her back.
We spent the rest of the morning walking along the shore, collecting shells that she said that she wanted to take back to London. There wasn’t a soul on the beach. Or maybe there was and we just didn’t see them.
Chapter Twelve
Anna
“Have you forgotten anything?” Ethan bellowed from upstairs. He’d asked me about three times already. I didn’t forget things. That was not the type of thing I did. I was perched on my suitcase at the front door waiting for him.
“I’m all set, as you say in this country.”