“You’re learning to love yourself, sweetart,” he promised, moving his fingers a fraction of an inch deeper until I cried out, the waves sweeping over his fingers the way the water lapped over his legs.
“Oh, God, Bishop,” I sang until his lips captured mine, and he kissed me hard and deep, his hand brushing across my belly as he built up his release.
His moan was resounding inside my head as he tongue-fucked me so hard I was sure he was going to lose it down my throat. I pulled him to me and captured his dick between us, then entwined our hands. With our hands held above my head, he thrust against my stomach while his moans filled my head. “Amber,” he cried, pushing forward one last time, and then his warmth covered me. I felt every last spasm until he shivered against me, and his swim trunks floated past my head to the sandy beach. “I’m never fucking giving you up,” he hissed, grasping my hair in his hands and kissing my lips until I couldn’t breathe and didn’t care.
“THIS HAS BEEN THE GREATEST day in recent history, save for our wedding day, of course,” I said as he strolled back into the living room after his shower. His hair was still damp, and he wore a t-shirt and boxers that left nothing to my imagination.
Dammit.
“Of course,” he said, winking as he sat next to me on the couch.
“Dinner was wonderful. Someone must have had connections to get something like that done in this town.”
After our beach-capade, he carried me up the hill to surprise me with a beautiful dinner by firelight. We sat at a table dressed in a white tablecloth, electric candles, and wine glasses. We dined on burgers and cheese curds from The Modern Goat, my absolute favorite dinner, while sipping wine.
“It was ridiculously romantic, too,” I added, taking his hand.
“I thought it was going to be a lot harder to find a closet romantic than it was. It turns out she was just down the street.”
I shook my head at him with laughter on my lips. “Hay-Hay has become one since she met Brady. She never used to be. She was always very determined to never trust a man or fall in love.”
“Wow, I think I’ve heard that story before,” he said, bopping my nose with his finger.
“For different reasons, though,” I said defensively. “Look what happened with the last guy I dated.”
“You need to put the last guy you dated out of your mind. He’s not even worth the words you just said about him. That’s over. You’ve got me now, right?”
If only it were that easy, I thought as he stood up. If only I didn’t have to think about Rex whenever I looked at my leg.
“At least for a little while,” I agreed.
“You control the timeline of this relationship, sweetart.” He walked back into the room with a bottle and two glasses. “I thought we should toast to each other since we didn’t on our wedding night.” He sat and lowered the glasses to the table while he worked on the cork in the bottle of champagne.
“We didn’t, did we? We did other stuff instead.”
He snortled, and the cork popped at just that second. His quick thinking with a glass kept the carpet from drinking the champagne, too.
He handed me a glass and held it up. “Here’s to us and new adventures.”
I clinked glasses with him and drained mine in almost one swallow. He refilled it, and I leaned back on the couch where he pulled my legs up to rest over his. “Tell me what the real reason is that you want to start working over here.” The sentence was said while sipping at his glass nonchalantly and his hand rubbing up and down my calf.
I almost choked on the swallow of champagne in my mouth. “There’s no real reason,” I said after swallowing. “It just makes sense.”
“Really? Because the discussion we had the day after our wedding involved a lot of you insisting that we had to work separately and have time away from each other or you’d go crazy.”
I shrugged and drank more from the glass, which he promptly refilled. “I changed my mind. I decided it’s silly to walk over there every day when I don’t have to.”
His brow went down, and he eyed me with determination. “I don’t believe you. You’ve been distracted since yesterday when you came running in here yelling my name. It has nothing to do with the trial either, so don’t try to sell me that one. Something is going on.”
I sighed, the champagne making me dizzy with bubbles. “If I tell you that I want to work here because I miss you, will you stop asking questions?”
Where I expected a grin, I got eyes that melted right in front of me. Bishop took my hand and held it to his chest. “You just answered every question I have, sweetart,” he whispered.
We sat in silence, drinking our champagne and listening to the sounds of the crickets in the night as they sang us a love song. “It’s so peaceful here,” I sighed, scooting down to get more comfortable on the couch. “And this champagne is making me drunk in an instant.”
He laughed and nodded, staring at his glass. “Me too, but it’s good champagne. A gift from the school district for our nuptials.”
“That was nice of them,” I said, taking another large gulp. “We shouldn’t let it go to waste.”
“That would be a travesty,” he agreed, finishing his glass and refilling both of ours. “How about another toast?”
I held my glass up to match his. “To the happiest four days of my life,” he said, clinking glasses again.
He drank his down, but I held mine in the air without moving. “The happiest four days of your life?”
He lowered his flute and smiled at me with that smile he wears when he’s unsure of himself. “At least in the
