Read Online Ocean of Love by Susan D. Taylor - Free Book Online Page B

twisted her fingers in her lap.
“I’m sorry if I’m a little slow. I’m from South Florida, I mean Key
Biscayne to be exact. All my life barring a brief move. I became
ill and returned. Came back and enrolled in the University of
Miami. I intend to return this fall to passionately complete my degree.
How’s that?”
    “ Okay for a paragraph. Tell
me about your family. Are you close?”
    She inhaled sharply. Even with sunglasses,
he noticed her eyes watered. A sense of wanting to protect her
side-swiped him. He reached out and squeezed her shoulder. A
glowing feeling emanated from touching her.
    “ Marissa—” he abruptly
stopped. Surprised, if not stunned, he continued pressing his
fingers around her shoulder, allowing the sensation to flow from
her body into him. He studied her. Was this a type of energetic
flow? AC or DC? The feeling was encompassing, and at the same time
altered from flickering to intense. This unusual connection melded
his senses, forging a conduit of synthetic pleasure as well as
heartbreak. He couldn’t explain this feeling that made him want to
comfort her.
    “ Hey, hey, we don’t have to
talk about the family. I just want to get to know you. Anything
that won’t make you sad. If you need to let go about something, I’m
a good listener. No judgments. I’ve got a screwed-up existence. No
home life, only business meetings, no one to share things with.
Please, Marissa, again, I’m sorry. If you don’t want to talk, I’ll
bore you with tales of my life. Regular snooze
material.”
    She kept her focus on the street ahead of
them even though her chin quivered. “My parents died when I was
young. An accident. I was raised by a foster family. I don’t have
any brothers or sisters alive. No extended family to speak of
either.” She turned to look out from the side window.
    “ If it matters, I don’t
have strong ties to anyone. I can empathize being on a solo
journey.” He put aside prying into her life; digesting this was
altogether new territory.
    After a moment, she turned to him. “Do you
want to use your GPS or do you want to use my smartphone?”
    “ Your phone is fine,” he
said softly. He let go of her, not because he wanted to, but
because he could tell, laying a connection between them would take
more than an invitation to join him.
    She fiddled with her mobile navigation app,
holding out the phone for him. Wyatt glanced down at the directions
displayed. Only blocks away. This piece of property was not part of
the South Beach glam party central. This particular site was set in
a residential part of the beach, amidst high rises and low rises. A
mixed bag of condos, hotels, homes, restaurants, and shops. Then
the road widened, and the GPS signaled they’d arrived. He pulled
into a parking lot facing the beach.
    There was an expanse of beach gently sloping
toward the shoreline. The shoreline was wider than any he’d seen or
read about online. “Aha, you do have an exceptional eye. Honestly,
you’re too humble, Marissa.”
    She smiled over at him with a curl forming
on her lips. “Thank you.”
    He marveled at her ability, simultaneously
craving to taste her mouth as well as explore the real woman. “This
might actually be the site.”
    She pointed toward the beach. “Take a look.
Just as I promised. Two older motels sitting side by side. On
either side of their lots, easements. One side a parking lot. The
other side sea oats and lots of them.”
    “ Federally protected land.
Oh baby, I do love them sea oats.” He contained his hunger, barely
holding off from pulling her across the seat and claiming her
mouth.
    She lifted her sunglasses to the top of her
head, off-balancing him. Her face in the direct sunlight was
exquisite. His breath lodged inside his chest, expanding into a
balloon about to burst apart. Her eyes were aqua pools with lashes
still spiky from tears. She parted her lips seductively making his
cock twitch.
    “ Let’s take a look around.
Let’s leave the