He lit the candle while I stood there in awe of what my crazy, yet amazing, boyfriend was doing. Luckily, his deck was separated from the nearest neighbor by a thick grouping of palm trees.
With the candle lit, he walked back over to me. He placed his hands on both of my arms and looked straight in my eyes. "I love you, Cara. Meeting you was the single best thing that's happened to me, and if my song didn't make this clear already, I'm never giving up on you-on us. I'll always find you, and bring you back to me."
"I love you." I kissed him, wanting the physical connection to go along with the emotional.
His lips immediately responded to mine as he slipped first one, and then the second strap down on my tank top. My tank had a built-in-bra, so when he tugged it down, he'd already exposed my breasts.
He kept one hand around me, while his other fondled my breast. He had such expert hands, the kind of hands that could play a guitar like no one else, and could make me feel like I didn't think possible.
He broke the kiss, bringing his lips down to my neck, where he let his teeth graze my skin. He continued his descent down until his mouth found my breast.
I moaned, using my free hands to finish pushing down my tank to get it out of the way. Satisfied he had all the access he needed, I moved on to getting my access. I pushed his blazer off his shoulders, and interrupted him long enough to pull off his t-shirt. As soon as his lips returned to my breast, I made quick work of unbuckling his belt, and sliding off his pants.
I slipped a hand inside his boxer briefs, grabbing him, feeling him swell beneath my touch. He released my waist to push down my tank and skirt. Then he led me outside onto the deck and in one swift motion, he had me lying down on the new brown comforter while he slid off my panties. He'd somehow discarded his own underwear already.
"This time you're not running off on me." He lay down next to me, letting his fingers run the length of my body. Each time he neared my thighs, he stopped and moved back up.
I groaned in protest. "No fair."
"Promise me something first." His fingers moved to my inner thigh, making circles as he went.
"Anything."
"Anything? That's a dangerous answer."
"I'm in a dangerous mood."
"Promise me you'd find me anywhere I went."
"That's an easy promise to keep."
He gently separated my thighs with his hand. "Good, although I don't plan on you having to find me."
"Good." I closed my eyes and rested my head back.
"Your body is so responsive to my touch." He used his free hand to tease my nipple.
"Of course it is." My breathing picked up. I reached out for him, wanting him to feel the same way.
"Of course?"
"My body's made for your touch. Don't you feel that way?"
He moved above me. "Yes, but I like to think of it as our bodies being made for each other."
"I like that idea."
"Good, but in case you need a refresher, I'll remind you of how perfect they work." He thrust into me. I gasped, taking in the sensation as he moved inside me, first with just the tip, then with more and more until he eased in the entire length of him.
"You're always so ready for me. Always." His words came out in a rush.
"And I plan to stay that way." I pulled on him, needing him closer to me, wanting his body connected in every way with mine.
He pulled my legs up higher around him and plunged into me, deeper and harder until I thought I couldn't take anymore-until I couldn't help but scream out his name.
He shuddered, finding his release moments after mine. We lay there with him on top of me for several minutes, not wanting to break the connection. "Can't you just stay right where you are forever?"
He smiled, brushing away some hair from my face. "I plan to spend a lot of my time in exactly this position, babe. I did promise you sex on the beach every night, didn't I?"
"I prefer this beach. It's soft and private."
"And you can't just walk away."
"Nope. No fuck and run this time."
He laughed and rolled off me. "I still can't believe I got so lucky. Who gets to meet the girl of his dreams twice?"
I smiled and ran a hand down his chest. "I guess it was fate."
"You believe in fate now?"
"Fate, luck, divine intervention. Whatever it was that brought us together again is high on my list."
"I guess it doesn't matter. We're together. That's all we can ask for."
"Well, I do need to ask one more thing."
"Oh?" He kissed my neck.
"Will you go to my sorority formal with me?"
He moved his lips lower. "Of course. I'll try to blend in for you."
"But I don't want you to blend in. I want you to be your weird sexy self."
"In that case, no problem. Oh, I have to ask you something too."
"What's that?"
"Want to go to the lake house with my family when you finish exams?"
"What?" I started to sit up, but his lips had me pinned down.
"Just for two nights then we're doing something just the two of us."
"Is that what you really want?"
"Yes. The thing is, seeing your ex with someone doesn't hurt when you're bringing the most amazing girl with you. I realized something a few weeks ago. I want her to be happy. I want her to be happy because I owe her for seeing what I couldn't at first. For giving me the chance to find the girl I was actually meant to be with."
I kissed him. I'd kissed him a lot that day, but I needed his lips more. He responded again at first, but then stopped suddenly.
"On the topic of favors and questions, I have one more." He gave me his puppy dog face. "Any chance you'd do some of the Sinister Summer tour with me?"
I smiled, ready to let him in on my own surprise. "I have my press pass ready. I'm covering the tour for a local music blog my professor told me about. The tour was more than willing to give me a spot since I already had my own lodging and transportation."
"Oh yeah, you think someone's going to let you stay with them?"
"I know he is."
He kissed me gently. "I love this confidence."
"Me too." I moved on top of him. "And you can play the lake house song again. I see it for what it was."
"It doesn't mean anything to me anymore. I'm just going to play Forever Girl at every show."
"Forever Girl? Is that what it's called?"
"Yes, fitting name, isn't it?"
"I want it to be."
"It is." He wrapped his arms around me. "You're exactly where you're supposed to be. And I'm going to make sure you stay there."
I brushed my lips against his. "So am I."
Looking back, I never imagined that one night of steamy sex on the beach could change my life forever, but it did. Sometimes it's the risks we take that lead us to exactly the place we need to be. For me, that place was in Chase's arms. I'd never felt safer or stronger anywhere else before, and I knew it was a place I never wanted to leave.
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The Hazards of Skinny Dipping
This isn't a deep book about first loves or self-discovery. If you want a book like that, I'd be happy to recommend one, but I don't have that kind of story to tell. Instead my story is about rash decisions and finding out that your dream guy is bad in bed. It's the story of when I finally went skinny dipping, and how my life was never the same again. Oh, and it's also the story of my freshman year of college and realizing Mr. Right might have been there all along.
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The Hazards of a One Night Stand
Alyssa Rose Ivy
Book Description:
One small town boy, one girl who wants more, one roll in the hay …
Hooking up with your high school crush is a bad idea, a really bad idea. It was only supposed to be one night, one brief departure from my real life, but nothing ever works out exactly the way you plan.
Colton Waters was everything from my past that didn't fit into my present, so why did he have to show up at my college and pledge the one frat I couldn't avoid?
Because nothing is ever meant to happen just once. At least not the life changing things that mean the difference between falling apart and falling in love.
Chapter One
Field parties are about as much fun as they sound. It's just a bunch of kids getting wasted in the middle of nowhere as a way to pass the time. They were lame in high school and even lamer after a year spent away at college. Yet there I was, drinking my third Smirnoff (it was that or crappy beer) waiting for my friend to finish messing around with her boyfriend so she could drive me home.