into a comfier position to weave her fantasy.
“Before you can decide whether to say something or move on, she lifts her head. Her hair slides over her face, but you recognize her. Your eyes meet. Sparks fly. Instantly, you both realize that this moment, this place, is everything you’ve been waiting for.”
“Right.” He rolled his eyes again. “That moment?”
“And that place,” she confirmed, smiling over his amused sarcasm. “So happy to see each other, you run together, hugging tight.”
“But she, I mean, you are still naked, right?”
Oh. Sage wrinkled her nose. Good point.
No problem. She could still make it work.
“The emotions quickly change, moving from excitement to seeing each other to excitement to do each other.” She waved her hand between their bodies, as if he needed clarification of which other he was doing. “Passion overtakes common sense. You fall together to the sand, rolling, kissing, exploring each other’s bodies.”
“In the sand?”
This time she was the one who rolled her eyes.
“Okay, fine. You fall together onto her beach blanket, rolling and kissing and exploring. You get so carried away, you make love there on the beach, as the sun sets over the ocean.”
“We’re paying attention to the sunset during all of this?”
“Well, you are a SEAL. You have some kind of internal sensors that tell you when these things happen,” she tossed back.
He snorted, shaking his head before gesturing that she should go on.
“Afterward, even though your knees are weak with the power of our lovemaking...” She paused to thump him on the back when he choked on a swallow of coffee. “You wrap me in the blanket, carry me back to your room and we spend the rest of the week in a frenzy of sexual delights.”
“Your father is going to love this story,” he said in a contemplative tone. “Too bad we didn’t have pictures to share.”
“The camera fell in the hot tub or we would have an album full.”
“Nice.”
“Okay, fine,” she said waving her hand to shoo away his objections. “So this is the naughty, detailed version our friends hear. They aren’t going to share the sex stuff with my dad. But their smirks will go a long way toward convincing him, don’t you think?”
“That we had sex, maybe.”
She shivered at the way he said that, the words husky and low. Good. He might not be loving it, but at least he wasn’t unaffected by her little scenario if his voice was any indication. And his voice was all she had to go on, given that he was an expert and keeping the stoic face. And he was sitting sideways in loose slacks, damn him.
“Okay, but the sex was so good, so mind-blowing, so amazingly out of this world—”
“We’ve covered the sex part,” he interrupted.
Sage’s lips twitched.
“Okay, on to the engagement part. So, you were completely heartbroken over the idea of tearing yourself away from me, even after a week of constantly being inside of me, that you couldn’t leave. Oh, you told me you were. I was brave, holding back my tears until you were gone,” she said, lifting her chin and looking as brave as she could. He rolled his eyes, making her laugh.
“Because you know tears would make it harder for me to leave?”
“No, because I get all splotchy when I cry. There’s no way I’d want the last view you had of me before you went back on duty to be my face all swollen and mottled with a red rash.”
“Gotcha.”
Sage took a sip of her coffee, then pressed her palm to her chest in her most dramatic fashion. And smiled when his eyes followed the movement, his gaze darkening at the sight of her nipples beading beneath the silk of her tank top. The nubs tightened even more as she took a deep breath, the fabric gently sliding over them as she imagined his fingers would.
“So, splotchiness aside, what next?” he prodded after clearing his throat.
“Next?” Next she wanted to rip her clothes off, lie across the coffee table and invite him
“Before you can decide whether to say something or move on, she lifts her head. Her hair slides over her face, but you recognize her. Your eyes meet. Sparks fly. Instantly, you both realize that this moment, this place, is everything you’ve been waiting for.”
“Right.” He rolled his eyes again. “That moment?”
“And that place,” she confirmed, smiling over his amused sarcasm. “So happy to see each other, you run together, hugging tight.”
“But she, I mean, you are still naked, right?”
Oh. Sage wrinkled her nose. Good point.
No problem. She could still make it work.
“The emotions quickly change, moving from excitement to seeing each other to excitement to do each other.” She waved her hand between their bodies, as if he needed clarification of which other he was doing. “Passion overtakes common sense. You fall together to the sand, rolling, kissing, exploring each other’s bodies.”
“In the sand?”
This time she was the one who rolled her eyes.
“Okay, fine. You fall together onto her beach blanket, rolling and kissing and exploring. You get so carried away, you make love there on the beach, as the sun sets over the ocean.”
“We’re paying attention to the sunset during all of this?”
“Well, you are a SEAL. You have some kind of internal sensors that tell you when these things happen,” she tossed back.
He snorted, shaking his head before gesturing that she should go on.
“Afterward, even though your knees are weak with the power of our lovemaking...” She paused to thump him on the back when he choked on a swallow of coffee. “You wrap me in the blanket, carry me back to your room and we spend the rest of the week in a frenzy of sexual delights.”
“Your father is going to love this story,” he said in a contemplative tone. “Too bad we didn’t have pictures to share.”
“The camera fell in the hot tub or we would have an album full.”
“Nice.”
“Okay, fine,” she said waving her hand to shoo away his objections. “So this is the naughty, detailed version our friends hear. They aren’t going to share the sex stuff with my dad. But their smirks will go a long way toward convincing him, don’t you think?”
“That we had sex, maybe.”
She shivered at the way he said that, the words husky and low. Good. He might not be loving it, but at least he wasn’t unaffected by her little scenario if his voice was any indication. And his voice was all she had to go on, given that he was an expert and keeping the stoic face. And he was sitting sideways in loose slacks, damn him.
“Okay, but the sex was so good, so mind-blowing, so amazingly out of this world—”
“We’ve covered the sex part,” he interrupted.
Sage’s lips twitched.
“Okay, on to the engagement part. So, you were completely heartbroken over the idea of tearing yourself away from me, even after a week of constantly being inside of me, that you couldn’t leave. Oh, you told me you were. I was brave, holding back my tears until you were gone,” she said, lifting her chin and looking as brave as she could. He rolled his eyes, making her laugh.
“Because you know tears would make it harder for me to leave?”
“No, because I get all splotchy when I cry. There’s no way I’d want the last view you had of me before you went back on duty to be my face all swollen and mottled with a red rash.”
“Gotcha.”
Sage took a sip of her coffee, then pressed her palm to her chest in her most dramatic fashion. And smiled when his eyes followed the movement, his gaze darkening at the sight of her nipples beading beneath the silk of her tank top. The nubs tightened even more as she took a deep breath, the fabric gently sliding over them as she imagined his fingers would.
“So, splotchiness aside, what next?” he prodded after clearing his throat.
“Next?” Next she wanted to rip her clothes off, lie across the coffee table and invite him
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