A grin flashes on his dripping face and he pushes in a little deeper. “Emma, say please fuck me.”
“No, you say it.”
He laughs and pushes in a little deeper. I surprise him by rising up and letting him fall out, flipping around and running my hands down the waterfall on my body while he stares at me. “Say you want me, Tanner. Tell me how bad you want to fuck this pussy.”
His eyes darken. He’s into it. “Please let me fuck you.”
Thrusting my tits out I slide a finger down over my belly button while he watches the path. I pause it, hovering outside of my pussy, then dipping in to finger myself. “Didn’t sound like you meant it.”
His breath grows thicker, water spraying over his open lips. “Please let me fuck you. Let me into your tight little pussy.” Palming himself and grimacing with need, eyes locked on every move I make he backs up. “Please for the love of God let me fuck you senseless. Let me make you cum. Let me make you scream.” Rushing forward he wraps me in his arms and gazes into my eyes, water splashing from his face to mine. “Let me claim you, Emma. Just you and me, for as long as you’ll have me.”
I smile, “Okay, you can fuck me.”
He grins but it slowly fades. I hold my breath as his gaze roams my face. My heart is pounding and I start to speak but he kisses me and shakes his head. “I’m memorizing you.” Completely undone I wait as he drinks me in. He brushes his lips over mine, then presses harder. I feel the fever through them and welcome his hooking my leg around his hip, diving into me without another word.
I give myself to him, and he to me. Our gaze never breaks once. We make love, slowly, connected, entwined, lost in each other’s eyes.
When we cum together, bodies tightening and clasped together, Tanner blinks too much. If we weren’t immersed in water I’d swear I’d seen a tear.
CHAPTER 35
T ANNER
T his morning the first thing we did was walk the length of our private beach hand-in-hand while we admired rainbows of fish swaying in crystal clear water. We’ve done that every morning since we arrived, a quiet and peaceful habit I will miss whenever it becomes time to leave this paradise and face our real lives. Now Emma and I are having breakfast on the sunny patio, golden beams tracing her hair and skin even though she has no idea how beautiful she is to me.
Without warning I casually announce, “I’ll take the first house you showed me.”
Her knife pauses on half-buttered toast. “Oh? I thought you’d choose the shiny, modern one.”
Taking a slow sip of black coffee I lick warm bitterness from my lips and explain, “The Lowry family’s renovations—I like how they preserved the antique feeling left behind by the Moodys. There’s a warmth to it lacking in the modern property, maybe because it was purely intended for a large family, the one it never received. Don’t you agree it’s time I gave it one?”
As the sun dances across her arm she thoughtfully forks heaps of scrambled eggs onto the toast. “Cora always said, save the best for last. But what if you choose another home before you see the best one? So I prefer to show it first.” She takes a bite and chews for a bit, swallowing and adding, “The Moody/Lowry mansion is my favorite, too. Since I hadn’t heard from you about your choice, I wondered if you were going to choose another city for your project.”
On a quick frown I ask, “Why would I do that?”
“Why Atlanta in the first place?”
Chuckling I wag bacon at her. “We’ve been here almost two weeks and you’re just now asking me? You’ve been wondering that this whole time, haven’t you?” I take a delicious bite, smirking.
She leans forward, the strap of her new sundress slipping from her shoulder as she grins, “I’ve been kinda busy.”
“Doing what?” I ask, playing dumb and eyeing her exposed flesh.
She picks up a grape, peeling it with her thumbnail. “Fucking. Shopping for clothes. Fucking. Snorkeling with dolphins. Fucking. Hiking while getting bit by mosquitos. Fucking. Paddle-boarding with dolphins. More fucking. Laying on the beach. Eating out every night. Oh, and having dinner at restaurants every night, too.”
My chest rumbles on a stifled laugh while I try to keep a straight face. “So you’re saying I’ve kept you entertained?”
“Meh,” she shrugs. “It’s really all very boring, if I’m honest.” Her eyes twinkle as she gazes at the salt water in our little bay, fixing her strap. “I love all of this.”
“I love all of you.”
She meets my eyes, hers warm and happy as she brings a glass of orange juice to her lips. “I love you, too.” She takes a sip.
“Would you like to have children with me?”
She chokes and grabs a napkin to catch the liquid dripping through her nose. “Ouch! That burns!”
Grinning from under raised eyebrows I mutter, “Probably should drink that with your mouth next time.”
“You think?” she laughs.
“I was thinking of Mr. Moody, how he constructed that beautiful home for eleven children, but only had two. Wondered if it ended up being enough for him, once it was over. That made me think of your family, all the cousins you’ve told me about while we’ve been here, how close you all are. There’s love in your stories, especially when you speak about your brothers, Ethan and Eric.” I pause and lean forward, “But it’s really you, Emma, that makes me want them. I think you’ll be the most genuine, funny and caring, mother. I admire you so much, you make me want to be a father for the first time in my life. It was never a goal until I met you. I can see us being a great team and excellent role models.”
Her smile settles and shifts. “Oh, that’s so sweet,” she whispers,
