“Can you rub some of this on me?” Rosslyn asked, holding out a bottle of sunblock.
“As if you’d have to ask me to rub your body,” I teased. Taking the bottle, I squeezed a generous amount into my palm and rubbed it on her soft skin.
We were planning on spending a while on the beach because Rosslyn had never been to one before. And the last thing either of us wanted, was to ruin our mini vacation with a sunburn.
She looked amazing in a green and yellow bikini. Her long, shapely legs stretched out as she laid on her stomach, with her arms tucked under her face. I ran my fingers across the arch in her back, blending in the sunblock.
“This is heaven,” she sighed, closing her eyes and breathing in deeply.
Leaning over her, I placed a soft kiss on her cheek. “The perfect place for my angel,” I whispered in her ear.
A smile tugged at her plump lips and I had to control the urge to kiss her again and again. The heat from the sun, mixed with the heat I was feeling just looking at her, was too much.
“So I’ve been curious about something,” she said, keeping her eyes closed.
“What?”
“What was the whole deal with the name Jessica? Where did it come from?”
The dreaded question. I didn’t like to revisit my childhood very much, and I hated talking about it. But for Rosslyn, I’d do it.
“I didn’t have a typical childhood, and was raised in multiple foster homes. Bad things happened around me, and to me, that I didn’t want to think about. When I wanted to escape, I watched cartoons.”
She opened her eyes and looked over at me.
I hated the look she was giving me—pity. “Please don’t look at me like that. Going through hard times makes you who you are. Anyway, I named all the girls in my book after cartoon characters.”
“The girls were your escape,” she said.
She understood me like no other. It only made my heart swell more for her.
I let my fingers linger over her spine, as I looked away and explained. “Yes, but I reserved my favorite character, Jessica Rabbit, for the most special woman of all. When you walked into my club that first night, I knew you were my Jessica.”
I could feel her eyes on me, but she didn’t speak right away.
“Does that make you my rabbit? Can I call you Roger?”
A grin lifted my cheeks until they hurt. She was definitely the one. No pushing buttons or asking questions that made me uncomfortable. She let me come around in my own way, on my own time. Plus, she knew all about Roger Rabbit, my favorite cartoon character.
I was met with her sweet smile when I finally looked her in the face. She really was the most amazing woman. Leaning closer, I kissed her beneath her ear and inhaled her sweet scent, mixed with the coconut scented sunblock. She shivered and it gave me the satisfaction I’d been going after.
“You can call me anything you’d like. I’ll be your rabbit all night long, baby.”
“And keep going, and going, and going…”
I laid on top of her and tickled her sides. Laughing, I spoke in her ear. "Wrong rabbit, you minx.”
She squirmed under me and I could already feel myself getting hard. Leaning back, I counted to ten. If this kept up, I’d walk around in a permanent state of arousal.
“I’m going for a swim,” I said, standing from her chair.
“I’ll be here,” she said with a little wave.
The cold ocean water cooled my burning flesh as I waded out over my head and swam against the waves. Turning around, I looked back at the beach. The white sand and blue umbrellas stretched as far as the eye could see. It was paradise, and I was happy to be able to share it with the woman who had captured my heart.
Later, we left the beach to go for some drinks at a tiki bar that wasn’t far from where we’d been. Rosslyn walked with her sandals in hand, wearing a white bathing suit cover draping from her shoulder. Her red hair was disheveled and full of long loose curls from the ocean water drying in her hair. She was more than beautiful.
As promised, I order us two fruity drinks with umbrellas and we sat at the bar.
“What would you like to do next?” I asked, taking a pull from my straw.
“I don’t care. This is paradise. I’m happy just sitting here,” she smiled.
“I like making you happy.”
I was turning into a mushy fucker, but I couldn’t help it. It’s what she did to me.
“Well, you’re very good at it.”
Leaning in, I kissed her. The taste of her strawberry flavored drink rolled across my tongue. She was delicious.
The following day, we moved from our hotel to a beach cottage I rented for the rest of the week. I was seriously considering buying a property while we were there, but I didn’t want to spend any of my time with Rosslyn doing anything business related.