“I’m hoping to get some shots of the sunset.” Why did she feel the need to explain? Why was she suddenly nervous?
“She’s all yours,” Richard snickered as they passed by. Did he assume I was taking Ms. Brooks to the lighthouse to seduce her? It was something I had considered, but she had not given me any indication that she wanted to be seduced.
In fact, quite the opposite. She appeared as if she was looking to run in the other direction.
“The lighthouse is this way,” I pointed as she headed to the dock.
“I know,” she huffed and raises an eyebrow in frustration, “I want some shots from all angles, not just the lighthouse. Richard said I could take some off the bow of his sailboat. You coming?” She tilted her head and narrowed her gaze. “You don’t get seasick or are afraid of water, are you?”
“No,” I growled, coming off more defensive than I had intended. “I debated coming in on my own sailboat, but thought I should try out the Inn if I am suppose to promote it. I think I might return next weekend with the boat, you know, to get the entire island experience.”
“How does that work? Do you rent the dock space the same as renting a room? Do you still get to use all the facilities like the kitchen, showers? Do you book the excursions separately?”
“Those are a lot of great questions, maybe you should come work for me,” I halfheartedly teased.
“No, I like being my own boss now. I decide who I work for, what jobs I take.”
I watched her as she worked. Her movements were fluid, her concentration absolute.
“It’s hard working on your own sometimes, but for now, it works for me.”
There was a sadness behind her words. Before I got the courage to ask her to let me in, she spun on her heels. “The sun is setting. I don’t want to miss these shots from the top of the lighthouse.” She left me standing on the boat.
This time, she did not ask if I was coming with her. My chest tightened.
I followed her to the top of the lighthouse and Angelic began shooting away. I watched her in her photographer mode. Her face lit up and her petite lithe body contorted into angles that made my pants uncomfortably tight. She climbed on top of the railing and pressed her back against the lights.
“Come here,” she instructed. “Let me use your shoulder for leverage; I don’t want to take a face plant off this thing.”
I was totally enthralled by her and I didn’t understand it. I’d slept with supermodels, heiresses, and women of a professional nature but… I couldn’t put my finger on it.
The fire burning inside me wanted to grab her close and kiss her like she had never been kissed. I wanted to rip those baggy boys clothes off her body and touch every inch of her, taste every inch of her.
Hell, I wanted to fucking devour her.
“Help me down.” She was very straightforward; no teasing glances, no lightly touching my arm and coyly asking if I worked out. She hopped off the railing and set her camera down and faced the ocean. “She sure is beautiful.”
“She sure is,” I wasn’t talking about the ocean or the last rays of the sun setting in the distance as the moon began to rise. I took a quiet step towards her. I bent over to kiss the soft curve of her neck just below her ear. On my decent, my breath brushed the top of her head.
The next thing I knew, I was flat on my back with her knee in my chest and my wrist twisted so that if I moved an inch, it would shatter every bone in it.
I should have been pissed. Instead, I was aroused beyond comprehension. She didn’t appear to be upset by my actions, only amused at my reaction to her actions. She slowly released my wrist, then removed her knee from my chest and extended her hand.
A gesture meant to assist me to my feet.
I pulled her down to me so that she was straddling my lap and I yanked off her baseball cap. I laced my fingers through her curls and claimed her mouth with a hunger, a longing, a need I did not understand.
She didn’t resist. She opened her lips and gave me access to fuck her with my tongue, to taste the remains of the spicy sweet sauce on her breath from dinner. Her hands were traveling up my shirt as she deepened the kiss.
She was as hungry for me as I was for her.
For now, I didn't take things any further. We sat on the lighthouse floor, kissing like it was going to be our last kiss. I wanted her, but not here, not on the cold lighthouse floor. I wanted to fuck her senseless.
Then I wanted to make love to her.
She barely let me go long enough to take a breath. She was giving and taking willingly, but there was a hint of apprehension. I pulled away to take a breath, to take a look at the desire in her crystal blue eyes.
I saw something, I recognized something. My chest tightened and I gently kissed her swollen lips. My tongue traveled down her neck and back to her mouth. Something nagged at me. Clawed at my brain, a feeling I recognized. I’d kissed these lips before, I’d stared into these crystal blue eyes before.
Why hadn’t she told me we'd been together? It was more than that. I would not have forgotten those eyes, those lips. They beckoned me. They gave me a sense of pleasure, a sense of being home.
Then it hit me.
“Angel.” It slipped off my lips before I could stop it.
She pulled away; she thought I remembered. What was it that she thought I knew? She got up and picked up her camera. It left me confused. She was going to leave me here in limbo wondering what the hell just happened?
What memory did I trigger and why couldn’t I bring it to the forefront? She had the answer to questions only my eyes had asked.
She got to the top of the stairs and turned around and smiled.
“Do you want to talk, or do you want to fuck?”
Also by Brandy Munroe
Playboy Heir (Book one in the Heirs series)
Manwhore Heir (Book two in the Heirs series)
Bastard Heir (Book three in the Heirs series)
Womanizer Heir (Book four in the Heirs series)
Rock God Heir (Book five in the Heirs series)
Other book planned by this author:
Rock Gods Series
Rock Gods: Maddox
Rock Gods: Baden
Rock Gods: Bash
Rock Gods: Adam
The Steele Legacy
Braden: Cold as Steel
Liam: Smooth as Steel
Gabe: Hard as Steel
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