between his legs, her back to his front. He swept her hair aside and rested his chin on her shoulder.
“Hungry?” he asked.
“Starving actually.”
“Good. I grabbed a few sandwiches before we left.” Luke opened the cooler and pulled out two cellophane-wrapped packages. “Caprese or Pesto Chicken?”
“Mmm, they both sound good.” Embry pouted, trying to decide which sandwich she’d rather have. “Can we share?”
“How’d I know you’d ask that,” he teased before kissing her neck. After having lunch together a few times, Luke was used to Embry picking off of his plate. She took forever to order, always conflicted about what she wanted. He started ordering whatever she didn’t so that she could have both. “Of course we can.”
“What else have you got in there?” Embry twisted out of Luke’s hold to peer into the cooler.
“Snacks, drinks, the usual.”
Embry relaxed against Luke’s chest and opened one of the sandwiches. They traded bites until it was gone, then sat in silence and watched people come and go on the beach. The sun sank low on the horizon and the air had cooled down quite a bit. Chill bumps rose on Embry’s skin.
Luke rubbed her arms. “Want a sweatshirt?”
“Yes, please.”
Luke reached for the sweatshirts. “Arms up,” he instructed.
Embry complied, and he pulled the soft, gray material over her head. She slipped her hands through the arms, and he tugged it down until she was cocooned. The sweatshirt smelled like Luke, and she snuggled into it. He pulled a sweatshirt over his own head and brought his arms back around Embry. She looked down as she twined her hands with his.
Then she shot up off the blanket, turning and pointing her finger. “No, you did not!”
“What?” Luke said, failing miserably to suppress a smile.
Embry dramatically pulled the sweatshirt away from her chest, stared down at the red and black “G” on the front, and narrowed her eyes at Luke. He stared at her for a moment before letting out a hearty laugh. Luke and Embry hadn’t yet come to a truce over their fierce love for their college football teams.
“You put me in a Georgia sweatshirt?” Embry yelled. She stalked toward him, pushed him onto his back, and climbed on top of him, poking him in the chest. “You, my friend, are a sneaky bastard.”
“Take it off if you don’t like it, sweetheart. I’ll keep you warm instead,” Luke said, his eyes gleaming.
She watched as his blue eyes burned bright with desire. Embry became aware that she was straddling his lap as she felt the heat of his body beneath her. She hovered over him, her hair creating a curtain around them. Luke gently swept her hair aside and pulled her mouth down to his. A shiver rippled through Embry as their lips met.
Luke’s tongue ran across the seam of her lips, begging for entrance. She opened and moaned as his tongue glided over hers. His hands found her bare legs and slowly slid up and down her thighs as they kissed. Before she knew it, Embry was on her back, Luke poised above her, his hands tangled in her hair. He deepened the kiss, and she lost all coherent thought.
Embry was lost in a sea of sensation as Luke placed hot, wet kisses along her jaw. She raised her hips reflexively, feeling Luke’s hardness against her core, and he groaned into her neck. He pulled back to look at Embry, but she pushed her hands into his hair bringing his mouth back to hers. Their kiss slowed, and Luke brushed his lips across Embry’s cheek as she squirmed beneath him.
He pulled back to look at her again. “Warm enough?”
Embry nodded, breathless.
“Good.” He placed a soft, sweet kiss on the corner of her mouth then sat back onto his knees. “It’s starting to get dark. We should probably head out.”
“Okay.” Embry sat up and began packing up the cooler. “Where to now?” She knew where she wanted to go—back to her or Luke’s place—but she didn’t know what else he had planned.
Luke rubbed the back
“Hungry?” he asked.
“Starving actually.”
“Good. I grabbed a few sandwiches before we left.” Luke opened the cooler and pulled out two cellophane-wrapped packages. “Caprese or Pesto Chicken?”
“Mmm, they both sound good.” Embry pouted, trying to decide which sandwich she’d rather have. “Can we share?”
“How’d I know you’d ask that,” he teased before kissing her neck. After having lunch together a few times, Luke was used to Embry picking off of his plate. She took forever to order, always conflicted about what she wanted. He started ordering whatever she didn’t so that she could have both. “Of course we can.”
“What else have you got in there?” Embry twisted out of Luke’s hold to peer into the cooler.
“Snacks, drinks, the usual.”
Embry relaxed against Luke’s chest and opened one of the sandwiches. They traded bites until it was gone, then sat in silence and watched people come and go on the beach. The sun sank low on the horizon and the air had cooled down quite a bit. Chill bumps rose on Embry’s skin.
Luke rubbed her arms. “Want a sweatshirt?”
“Yes, please.”
Luke reached for the sweatshirts. “Arms up,” he instructed.
Embry complied, and he pulled the soft, gray material over her head. She slipped her hands through the arms, and he tugged it down until she was cocooned. The sweatshirt smelled like Luke, and she snuggled into it. He pulled a sweatshirt over his own head and brought his arms back around Embry. She looked down as she twined her hands with his.
Then she shot up off the blanket, turning and pointing her finger. “No, you did not!”
“What?” Luke said, failing miserably to suppress a smile.
Embry dramatically pulled the sweatshirt away from her chest, stared down at the red and black “G” on the front, and narrowed her eyes at Luke. He stared at her for a moment before letting out a hearty laugh. Luke and Embry hadn’t yet come to a truce over their fierce love for their college football teams.
“You put me in a Georgia sweatshirt?” Embry yelled. She stalked toward him, pushed him onto his back, and climbed on top of him, poking him in the chest. “You, my friend, are a sneaky bastard.”
“Take it off if you don’t like it, sweetheart. I’ll keep you warm instead,” Luke said, his eyes gleaming.
She watched as his blue eyes burned bright with desire. Embry became aware that she was straddling his lap as she felt the heat of his body beneath her. She hovered over him, her hair creating a curtain around them. Luke gently swept her hair aside and pulled her mouth down to his. A shiver rippled through Embry as their lips met.
Luke’s tongue ran across the seam of her lips, begging for entrance. She opened and moaned as his tongue glided over hers. His hands found her bare legs and slowly slid up and down her thighs as they kissed. Before she knew it, Embry was on her back, Luke poised above her, his hands tangled in her hair. He deepened the kiss, and she lost all coherent thought.
Embry was lost in a sea of sensation as Luke placed hot, wet kisses along her jaw. She raised her hips reflexively, feeling Luke’s hardness against her core, and he groaned into her neck. He pulled back to look at Embry, but she pushed her hands into his hair bringing his mouth back to hers. Their kiss slowed, and Luke brushed his lips across Embry’s cheek as she squirmed beneath him.
He pulled back to look at her again. “Warm enough?”
Embry nodded, breathless.
“Good.” He placed a soft, sweet kiss on the corner of her mouth then sat back onto his knees. “It’s starting to get dark. We should probably head out.”
“Okay.” Embry sat up and began packing up the cooler. “Where to now?” She knew where she wanted to go—back to her or Luke’s place—but she didn’t know what else he had planned.
Luke rubbed the back
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