Free Summer Dreaming (Hot in the Hamptons Book 1) by Liz Matis Page B

him, the smell of sun on his skin, and the sound of his voice whispering my name. Everything. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Oh, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, you had it so right.
    His thumb pressed against my clit, scorching my already heated skin. His cock, big and hard, filled me with pleasure, but I didn’t want either of us to come, not yet. I wasn’t ready to lose the connection of our bodies joined as one.
    I didn’t know how I would let Sean go. I only knew that it would happen. And there was nothing I could do about it. Emotions swirled inside my head. Joy. Sadness. Ecstasy. Pain. Loss. Love. My movements became desperate. Hot tears stung my cheeks.
    “It’s okay, babe,” whispered Sean as he gently rolled me onto my back, his cock never leaving my body as he did so. “I know.”
    His thrusts were deep and true. Reaching a part of me I never knew existed. A slow steady rush of bliss coursed through my veins, until it had nowhere to go and then pooled and built up inside me.
    “Kelsey, I can feel you. That’s it, babe. Make me come with you.”
    Then I was there. A breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t inhale or exhale as I crested with each wave of intense pleasure and yes, pain. Sean’s name ripped from my throat out into the night. Over and over I sobbed his name, as I completely lost myself to him.
    The release cleansed me of all the conflicting emotions and all that was left behind was the love that I couldn’t express.
    Sean lifted his head away from my neck. His breath, hot and heavy mingled with mine. His skin slicked with sweat blended with mine. We were a beautiful mess.
    He stretched out beside me. In the sweet hush of the aftermath of our loving-making, I wanted to stay there forever looking up at the stars with his hand stroking the curve of my hip. I don’t know how long we stayed like that. A minute. An hour? A lifetime? The stillness of the night ended as the wind kicked up.
    “The weather is turning, we better get inside.” Sean’s voice was filled with regret.
    So much for forever. Fearing if I spoke I’d blurt out that I loved him, I put my clothes back on in silence, remembering how he’d slipped off each piece with a reverence reserved for holy ceremonies.
    Sean had gone mute too. Did he think I was a lunatic female for crying during sex? As the summer waned, my love for Sean had not, it had only grown with each passing day and night. I had become unhinged at the thought of him leaving me, of him going to war.
    Clothed, I turned to him. He’d been watching me. Maybe it’s the moonlight shining in his eyes, but I saw love there, though he’d never told me. I didn’t want him to. Yes, you do .
    He reached out and stroked my cheek with his thumb. Had a tear left a track of wetness? Leaning into the caress, I asked, “Will you stay with me tonight?”
    Sean palmed my cheek. “Yes, and every night until I—”
    Leave. The unspoken word hung between us like a dark shadow. Sean kissed me with a tenderness that shattered my heart as if he’d taken a sledgehammer to it instead. How could he kiss me like that and leave me?
    Without warning, he froze, and then pulled away. Sean tilted his head, his brows furrowed.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “Shhh!”
    I didn’t take offense to his sharp, annoyed shushing. He’d heard something. Was someone coming down the path? Had someone heard us making love? Straining my ears, I listened too. A faraway cry of help carried on the wind.
    Sean leapt up. “Bring our phones.” He bolted to the walkway and took the turn that led to the beach.
    Startled, it took me a moment to spring into action. I grabbed my purse along with the blanket and raced after him. Ahead of me, Sean had angled off on the sand and ran to the water about twenty feet from Storme’s part of the beach. Breathless, I joined him at the shoreline. Sean had already stripped his shirt off and had his hands up to his forehead in a V shape to scan the ocean.
    “Where is