Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“But why weren’t you in a good place?” I ask. My questions are probing but it feels right to ask. I’m not offending him, and the air between us is relaxed and comfortable, even given the serious topic.
“Like I said, life with me isn’t easy sometimes. Amanda didn’t want to deal with it.”
I fall silent, still holding his hand. I’m going to be living here with him for the next month, so what is he hiding? He keeps referring to himself as “not easy,” but what does that mean? I guess I’ll find out sooner or later.
We turn back towards the house and our silence is comfortable. The sun lights up the island, and the beaches gleam with white sand. A breeze ruffles my hair, and I feel like the stress has dissolved from my bones. Again, it must be St. Brigid working its magic, in addition to the handsome man at my side.
But what am I thinking? I have to stay on my toes. I still don’t know if he’s a secret axe murderer. But then Tom breaks the silence with a funny remark.
“I’m going to make you some dinner,” he says. “There’s a recipe I’ve wanted to try for a while but I haven’t had anyone to feed it to.”
“Well I am a captive audience,” I laugh.
Tom laughs too and suddenly stops walking. He points out over the ocean.
“Holy shit!” he says. “Dolphins! Over there! I’ve never seen this many. Sometimes one or two, yes, but never an entire pod.”
I smile.
“Those dolphins are the reason I’m here. I was swimming with them and ended up in the middle of the ocean before I came to my senses.”
He grins again.
“Remind me to send them a thank you card then.”
Looking up at the gorgeous man, I find his beautiful blue eyes smiling down into mine. He’s going to kiss me, I think. I shouldn’t want him to but I do so badly.
Tom hesitates for a moment, searching my face, his blue eyes questioning. This man is gentle and sensitive, so instead, I take the reins. I go up on my toes and kiss him softly. His lips are soft and he gives me time to pull away, but I don’t want to. The kiss shoots through me and when he deepens it, I moan and lean towards him. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me tightly against him. I feel the hard muscles of his chest and stomach pressing against my sensitive breasts, and nip gently on his lower lip. He takes a sharp breath before I feel his tongue opening my lips. Touching my tongue to his, I feel his hands move to my waist and then up to my tits. I gasp as pleasure pools between my legs.
All of a sudden, a bird calls shrilly into the air behind us. We both jump apart, startled and gasping.
Tom laughs and runs a hand through his hair.
“Sorry,” he says, a little breathlessly.
“Don’t be,” I say. “I wanted that.” He grins at me, those blue eyes almost glowing.
“Me too. I’ve wanted to do that ever since you woke up. I just didn’t want to come off as a creepy old man who was going to pounce on you as soon as you were conscious.”
I giggle.
“You’re not creepy at all. I should feel that way but I want you. And I don’t care if it’s weird. This is vacation, right? Live and let live.”
His blue eyes flash, and he groans and reaches for me again. I lean into him eagerly, and he kisses me, harder this time. His mouth is commanding and hands run the length of my body, from my arms, to my back, to my butt. He grips my ass tightly and pulls me against him and I can feel a stiff erection through his shorts. The non-vacation Brynn would pull away, but shamelessly, I grind against him, needing more while letting out breathy little pants. Tom breaks the kiss and pulls away, holding me at arm’s length.
“We have to stop or I’m going to take you right here.”
The idea doesn’t sound terrible but before I can say anything, he shakes his head.
“No sweetheart, we have plenty of time. Come on let’s get back to the house. There, we’ll do it right, I promise.” With that, I slip my hand into his, trusting this strong, sensitive man. After all, I love it here on the island already, and can’t wait to see what comes next.
4
Tom
When we get back to the house, Brynn decides she wants to take a shower. Trying to clear my head of images of the curvy girl naked, soapy, and wet, I let her go. I walk to the fridge and pull out a beer, taking a long gulp, but it hardly helps quell the ache in my pants. What’s wrong with me? I’m acting like a teenager in heat.