Paisley stared at herself in the mirror. She had fixed herself up as best she could with what little she had brought, changing at least three times. Her nerves were making her jumpy. She nearly screamed when Major dove into the sink. Shaking off the jitters, she pulled her long hair into a ponytail, dressed in cutoff shorts and a coral colored tank, and headed down the stairs.
The door to Jake’s apartment loomed in front of her, and she sent up a silent prayer for the courage to knock and not make a fool of herself. Her hand shook when she raised it and tapped lightly. When she didn’t receive an answer, she turned to walk away, only to spot Jake sitting on the beach. He was lying on a towel near the wet sand. High tide had already began to make its way back out to the far reaches of the Atlantic, and she could see the shells that it had left peppering the pristine beach. She looked up and down the beach, spotting only a few families playing in the afternoon heat. She mustered up what courage she had left and headed toward the little piece of property that he had claimed for himself.
Forcing a relaxed smile on her face she, tried to hide the tension that was threatening to overcome her body as the distance closed between them. “Is this seat taken?” When she saw the book in his hands, she no longer had to fake the smile on her face. “Are you reading a romance novel?” She swore she saw his cheeks flush from embarrassment.
“Yes, I am and I’m man enough to admit it.” He quickly turned the book over, hiding the erotic title from her peering eyes. When he patted a spot beside him on the blanket, she quickly took the seat offered. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she feigned as if she was going for a shell, snatching the book from its hiding spot. One look at the cover art had heat racing to her cheeks. “The Ladies’ Concubine,” was written in red over a picture of a half-naked woman with what looked to be a flogger in her hands.
“I was coming to see if you wanted to go to Island Sweet Treats and get an ice cream to cool off, but it looks like you have some interesting reading material to keep you busy.”
She held the book up out of his reach, and when he tackled her, her eyes went wide at the contact. They rolled in the sand as he tried desperately to retrieve the book from her iron clad grasp. When he rolled her onto her back and pinned her hands above her head, she felt another type of heat rise and as their eyes met, their surroundings melted away.
She wasn’t innocent, recognizing the look in his eyes for what it was pure desire. He swept his lips across hers, tentative at first. He took control of the kiss, deepening the pressure. His tongue wet the seam of her lips asking her to open to him. In the back of her mind she knew that they were in public but she didn’t care. She opened to him, letting him inside. He pulled her closer, turning the kiss into a full on passionate press of bodies. The weight of his body created friction, pressing her deeper into the sand, brought her body to life.