Authors: S.E. Hall and Erin Noelle
Release Date: August 26, 2014
“He wants answers.
She wants freedom.
The search is over…when they Conspire.”
“Race ya there,” I snicker, darting towards the bedroom I moved our clothes into, tossing his bag into the hall.
Let the games begin.
Somehow, he beats me down to the water – imagine that. With steeled armor, I keep my face stoic, my gait and candor unfazed, as I approach, despite the urge to snicker at his bulged-out eyes and jaw dropped into the ocean.
And yeah, I noticed his hand dip below the surface to adjust himself; doesn’t always shrink in cold water it would seem.
His head jerks left, right, then back to me as his eyes narrow to accusatory slits. “What’re you thinking, Trouble? Public beach,” he sputters.
Doe-eyed innocence, my lips twist cleverly. “Not for two miles either direction it isn’t. Besides, what’s the problem?” Surely it’s not my string-thong bikini bottoms and lack of a top?
If you told anyone, even Lys who’s known me forever, they’d bet on hell freezing over twice before believing I’m capable of such audacious, brazen antics, but I’m embracing it, rejoicing in the Jocelyn he brings out. Alive; seeing clearly, smelling flowers miles away, hearing the faintest of sounds – like I just started partaking in, and enjoying, the world that’s surrounded me my whole life.
His mouth curves upward at the corner, a twinkle in his eyes reflecting off the water as he beckons me to him with the leisurely crook of his finger.
“Moi?” I mouth, pointing to myself. My whole body’s buzzing, sexy satisfaction razoring through me as he slowly nods. “Alright,” I huff in feigned inconvenience.
I walk into the water as he walks out, hoisting me up as we meet, wrapping my legs around his waist for me.
“You’ll be my end, Jocelyn Craig,” he says, almost demurely, almost a frown, heading us backward into the deeper water.
“The ending’s supposed to be the best part.” I smile, leaning in to rest my forehead on his. “Do I win the game?”
He glances down at my breasts – nipples hardened from the cool water, his tongue lazily tracing his bottom lip. “I’m afraid you just might.”