The Cake King (Sugar & Spice Book 1) by Rosie Chase

Author:Rosie Chase [Chase, Rosie]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Under Hill Press
Published: 2020-01-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Obviously, I’d seen the ocean in movies. I’d seen it on TV and in books. But nothing—and I mean nothing—can prepare a girl from the mountains, where a person’s whole horizon is just an unbroken, undulating blue line, for the sight of the seemingly endless sea. Nothing can prepare her for the sound the waves make. The way they crash and scrape on the sand. The way they mean something beautiful and life-giving and dangerous and terrifying all at once. The way the breeze comes off the sea and caresses her face and seems to say, There is more. There is freedom. There is more.

I stood there, my bare feet sinking into the sand, my jeans rolled up past my ankles, the waves splashing around me, sucking the sand out from under me. Tears came to my eyes.

The waves felt, to me, like pure, endless possibility.

Michael wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulled me close to the warmth of his body, and I went. I wound my arm around his firm waist, gripped the soft fabric of his t-shirt. And I watched, wordlessly, as wave after wave after wave kissed the shore.

The sky darkened behind me and the moon rose.

I turned, pressed my face into Michael’s chest.

“Why did you bring me here? Why did you show me this?”

It was a long time before he answered and I listened, for several moments, to the waves and the beat of his heart and the way that they were the same. Constant, powerful.

“I needed you to know me, Sam.” The low rumble of his voice vibrated through me.

“Why?”

“Because I need to know you.”

I looked up at him, in the near dark, I could only make out the barest form of his features. His gentle smile, his honey brown eyes. His hand came up to cradle my cheek, my jaw. He ran the tip of his thumb over my bottom lip.

I knew what was coming. And I wanted it.

I closed my eyes.

And there were Michael’s lips against my own. Soft, sweet. Exactly as perfect as they were just a few nights ago. I hadn’t imagined it. His mouth melted into mine and I opened to him. He pulled me close. Closer. I felt his hips against mine, felt his erection press into me even as his tongue swept through my mouth.

I needed this. I needed him. Now.

I tugged at the back hem of his shirt, slid my hands up under the fabric, moaned at the smooth, firm musculature of his back. Felt the vibration of his voice as he groaned under my touch.

He kept me close enough to kiss but started to pull at my shirt.

“Wait,” I breathed. “What about… I mean. It’s a beach. What about—” another desperate kiss “what about people.”

“Sam… this is a private beach. See that—” He pointed behind me to a house on a hill above us. It was a beautiful home on stilts, the lights glowing, warm and welcoming from inside. “That’s my house. This is…”

“Fuck,” I gasped through another kiss.

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