Island
Grey stood at the door leading to the patio in their
room, staring at the woman on it. Sarah wore a sarong of peacock
blue and a small tank of peach. Her hair had more waves in it than
he was used to seeing. Granted, it was loose and not pulled back in
the functional bun or braid it usually had been put in. Her hands
curled around the railing as she had her face tipped back to the
sun.
The resort here was beautiful, and they had their
own villa. But the woman with him was the one who stirred his blood
in ways nothing else could.
“I feel you over there brooding.”
He joined her outside. Standing behind her, he took
the opportunity to touch her skin. He ran his hands up her bare
arms. “I’m not brooding.”
“Whatever you want to call it. You’re scowling, and
I’m not even looking at you.”
“I wasn’t scowling. I was watching you.”
She leaned back into him, and he wrapped his arms
around her.
“Come for a walk with me. I want to go down and see
the sea.”
“Feeling land locked already, Navy?”
Grey cocked a brow at her and snorted. “Sea, air,
and land, Marine. Now, come on.” He took her hand and led her to
the door.
The warm sun shone down on them as they traversed
the grounds, not in any hurry. Grey took her hand and held it as
they walked.
“Are you ever going to tell me why you’re so set
against—erm, on staying married?”
He had to give it to her; she did her best not to
mention divorce there. “Believe it or not, Sarah, despite that
acerbic tongue of yours, which can flail the skin off anyone if you
choose, I like you.”
“You like me?”
“Why is that so hard to believe?” He paused and
angled his body so he could see her directly.
She pursed her lips and shrugged. “Not really sure,
just kind of a shock.”
“If I didn’t like you, this wouldn’t be
happening.”
She canted her head to the side. He couldn’t help
it; he had to touch her, again. So, he did. Cupping her cheek, he
smoothed his thumb along her lips. He stepped closer and slid his
left hand around the nape of her neck.
“So, trust me, Sarah Sorenson. I like you, and while
we’re here at this resort, I’m going to prove this to you. I want
to stay married to you. I want to tell people at home we’re a
couple.”
“I don’t know what to make of you, Grey.”
He liked her off her game—when it came to him,
anyway. “Kiss me.”
She placed her hands on his chest and pushed up on
her toes. “You confuse me, Grey.”
“I’m a simple man. Not anything complicated about
me.”
“Not from where I’m sitting.”
His comment was muffled by the brush of her lips
against his. Instant heat surged through him. His cock hardened and
pushed against his jeans. Her tongue nudged against his lips, and
he allowed her in.
Her taste was unique, just like the woman. He didn’t
know how to label it; all he knew was it was her and extremely
addictive.
Their tongues tangled and slipped along each other.
A low rumble dashed up from his throat, and he gathered her close.
Her curves against him sent him back to the one week when his life
was perfect. This woman, she didn’t even know how much she meant to
him.
She drew back and stared at him. Her eyes were soft,
and they overflowed with what he needed to see in her expression.
Craving for him.
“Let’s go,” he rasped.
“Your trip.”
“It will be.” He splayed his hand against the small
of her back. He encouraged her toward the long dock that extended
out over the sparkling blue water. Surprisingly, they were the only
ones down there. Sarah slowed as they approached the end. She sat
with her usual grace and dangled her feet over.
Grey ripped off his shirt, dropped it beside her,
and dove into the beckoning water. The liquid sluiced over his
body, cooling him instantly. He surfaced, slicking his hair back as
he treaded water.
God, she made his heart clench in ways he never
thought a woman would.
Moving easily through the water back to the
Grey stood at the door leading to the patio in their
room, staring at the woman on it. Sarah wore a sarong of peacock
blue and a small tank of peach. Her hair had more waves in it than
he was used to seeing. Granted, it was loose and not pulled back in
the functional bun or braid it usually had been put in. Her hands
curled around the railing as she had her face tipped back to the
sun.
The resort here was beautiful, and they had their
own villa. But the woman with him was the one who stirred his blood
in ways nothing else could.
“I feel you over there brooding.”
He joined her outside. Standing behind her, he took
the opportunity to touch her skin. He ran his hands up her bare
arms. “I’m not brooding.”
“Whatever you want to call it. You’re scowling, and
I’m not even looking at you.”
“I wasn’t scowling. I was watching you.”
She leaned back into him, and he wrapped his arms
around her.
“Come for a walk with me. I want to go down and see
the sea.”
“Feeling land locked already, Navy?”
Grey cocked a brow at her and snorted. “Sea, air,
and land, Marine. Now, come on.” He took her hand and led her to
the door.
The warm sun shone down on them as they traversed
the grounds, not in any hurry. Grey took her hand and held it as
they walked.
“Are you ever going to tell me why you’re so set
against—erm, on staying married?”
He had to give it to her; she did her best not to
mention divorce there. “Believe it or not, Sarah, despite that
acerbic tongue of yours, which can flail the skin off anyone if you
choose, I like you.”
“You like me?”
“Why is that so hard to believe?” He paused and
angled his body so he could see her directly.
She pursed her lips and shrugged. “Not really sure,
just kind of a shock.”
“If I didn’t like you, this wouldn’t be
happening.”
She canted her head to the side. He couldn’t help
it; he had to touch her, again. So, he did. Cupping her cheek, he
smoothed his thumb along her lips. He stepped closer and slid his
left hand around the nape of her neck.
“So, trust me, Sarah Sorenson. I like you, and while
we’re here at this resort, I’m going to prove this to you. I want
to stay married to you. I want to tell people at home we’re a
couple.”
“I don’t know what to make of you, Grey.”
He liked her off her game—when it came to him,
anyway. “Kiss me.”
She placed her hands on his chest and pushed up on
her toes. “You confuse me, Grey.”
“I’m a simple man. Not anything complicated about
me.”
“Not from where I’m sitting.”
His comment was muffled by the brush of her lips
against his. Instant heat surged through him. His cock hardened and
pushed against his jeans. Her tongue nudged against his lips, and
he allowed her in.
Her taste was unique, just like the woman. He didn’t
know how to label it; all he knew was it was her and extremely
addictive.
Their tongues tangled and slipped along each other.
A low rumble dashed up from his throat, and he gathered her close.
Her curves against him sent him back to the one week when his life
was perfect. This woman, she didn’t even know how much she meant to
him.
She drew back and stared at him. Her eyes were soft,
and they overflowed with what he needed to see in her expression.
Craving for him.
“Let’s go,” he rasped.
“Your trip.”
“It will be.” He splayed his hand against the small
of her back. He encouraged her toward the long dock that extended
out over the sparkling blue water. Surprisingly, they were the only
ones down there. Sarah slowed as they approached the end. She sat
with her usual grace and dangled her feet over.
Grey ripped off his shirt, dropped it beside her,
and dove into the beckoning water. The liquid sluiced over his
body, cooling him instantly. He surfaced, slicking his hair back as
he treaded water.
God, she made his heart clench in ways he never
thought a woman would.
Moving easily through the water back to the
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