Seaside Sunsets by Melissa Foster

them.
    “I hope you didn’t mind that Vera was with us this morning. I’m glad you came along.”
    “I really like your grandmother. She’s so nice, and you’re so sweet with her. I think I had more fun watching the two of you than looking around.” She was leaning on her elbow, just as he was.
    Jamie moved his fingertips on top of hers on the sand and smiled. “Do you want to go in the water?”
    “Maybe in a minute. Right now I want to just lie here with you.” Her eyes darkened, narrowed a little. “I like spending time with you.”
    As if his other hand had a mind of its own, it landed on the hot, sun-kissed skin of her hip. She narrowed her eyes in an inviting, seductive way, and he inched closer, bringing them thigh to thigh.
    “I like spending time with you, too. When we get back to Seaside we’ll see if you heard back from the seller of that baseball.” He loved that family was important enough to her that she wanted to track the baseball down for her father.
    “I’d like that.”
    “Do you mind if I ask where you’re taking a hiatus from? Where do you play your cello?”
    A group of teenagers ran by and kicked sand on her legs and back before she could answer. She leaned forward, against his chest. Holy Christ, she felt good. Instinctively, he began brushing the sand from her legs, butt, and back. She leaned back, her hand still on his chest, her lips slightly parted. He flattened his hand on her back and pressed her to him as he lowered his lips to hers. She pressed her fingers into his chest and he deepened the kiss. Their tongues met in long, passionate strokes. He slid his hand up her back and buried it beneath her hair, cupping her head. She had the most sensuous lips he’d ever kissed, and as he angled her head, she opened them further and rolled onto her back. He was hard as stone against her thigh, and slid his leg over hers. Jesus, if he didn’t stop he’d never be able to, but she smelled like warm coconut and tasted hot and sweet. He couldn’t help but rock his hips against her thigh so she could feel what she was doing to him. The last thing he wanted to do was tear his lips from hers, but it’s what he needed to do, because in his effort to keep from embarrassing her, he was practically making love to her right there on the crowded beach, just feet from the lifeguard chair.
    Her eyes fluttered open and her lips curved up. There wasn’t a hint of regret in her eyes. God, he loved kissing her, loved the way she looked at him. He touched her cheek, then pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
    “I’m not even going to try to pretend that I don’t want to keep kissing you.”
    She blushed. “I’d like that.”
    She opened the door and he walked right in. Their lips met in another heated kiss. His resolve to back off liquefied, and his hand slid down her ribs to her hip and over the soft swell of her thigh. He eased back, softly kissing her lips a few times before forcing himself away again.
    “Now I’m going to pretend I don’t want to kiss you, or we’re going to get kicked off the beach for indecent activities.”
    That earned him a soft laugh. He moved his leg off of hers, allowing her the freedom to move. She remained on her back, the pulse at the base of her neck beating wildly, two taut peaks pressing against her bikini top, and a satisfied smile on her lips.
    “Want to go in the water to cool off?” she asked.
    “I think I need a minute.” Or ten, to get rid of my hard-on .
    They spent the rest of the afternoon swimming, kissing, and lying in the sun. As the afternoon sun disappeared and evening rolled in, they gathered their things and headed back to the parking lot. Jamie couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so relaxed and happy. They threw their things in the back of his car and he reached for her hand and drew her in close.
    “I’m not ready for our day to end. How about if we go back to Seaside, see if you’ve heard back about the baseball, shower, then