A Very Important Guest by Mary Whitney Read Free Book Online

contemplate the devastating emptiness she’d feel once he was gone. She looked down at the beach one more time and made a snap decision. “That’s a pretty wet beach. If we want to sit, I should get a blanket from my car.”
    “Okay.”
    As she walked to her car, a rush of giddiness hit her. He’d taken in stride her reason for a blanket. After all, they might just sit on the beach and maybe make out. But spending her young adult years in Hawaii had taught her many things, including that a blanket was key to sex on a beach. Otherwise sand found its way into every orifice.
    They trekked down to the beach with the blanket in tow. Abby spotted a secluded area, which she guessed couldn’t be seen easily from the street above. Like a gentleman, Will spread the blanket out for them, and like a lady, she sat with her legs tucked demurely under her skirt. When Will skipped the sitting and immediately lay down, she laughed. “Getting comfortable?”
    He tugged at her arm. “Come here beside me. We can look at the sky.”
    Soon she was at his side, with his arm around her as he pointed out constellations. Just at the moment Abby wondered how much longer the tour of the heavens was going to go on, it stopped. With no warning or lead up, Will kissed her, and things moved quickly.
    Kissing turned into playful wrestling, which turned into passionate writhing. Within moments, she felt he was rock hard and urging himself between her thighs. As he reached up her skirt, he murmured, “Should we be worried about being seen?”
    “If anyone sees us, they’ll leave, and if they don’t have good manners, they’ll only watch from a distance,” she said.
    She wondered if her honesty would stop him, but the glint in his eyes was not that of a cautious politician. He was a man fixated on something he wanted without regard for anything else. He placed a slow, deep kiss on her mouth as his hand ventured further up her skirt. In minutes, the congressman showed no signs of concern over being naked and entangled with an equally naked woman on a public beach.
    What started as a frantic tumble slowed down when they finally sank into one another. It was so deliberate and intimate, that a moment before she unraveled she realized they weren’t having sex. They were making love—or at least she was. She looked to see if the connection was there for him, but his eyes were elsewhere. She couldn’t tell what was going on with him at that moment besides pure lust.
    Afterward, he covered her face with kisses and whispered compliments, and though she drank in the sweetness, there was a tension inside of her. She wanted to relish the connection between them, but she couldn’t stop the creeping fear that she’d just self-sacrificed her heart.
    Burying her concern, she cracked jokes along with him as they found their clothes. A voice inside nagged at her to leave as soon as they were dressed, but Will had other ideas.
    He sat back down on the blanket and held out his hand. “Come here.”
    “Okay,” she said and joined him.
    With his arms around her, they cuddled and talked into the night. When the conversation waned, she thought he might make a move to leave, but he didn’t, and she was torn. The negative feelings kept bubbling up, yet the comfort of his touch was too soothing for her to tear herself away. As the moon splashed across the beach, she felt her eyes droop from the long day.
    When she woke hours later, she was on her side, facing Will, whose limbs were protectively around her. He took the even, solid breaths of someone sound asleep. Looking up at the moon, she guessed it was very late.
    “Will,” she said with a gentle rock of his arm.
    He sneered in annoyance and grabbed her more tightly.
    “It’s really late,” she said, smiling at his touch.
    He opened his eyes, and a smile soon replaced the frown. “Hey. I fell asleep.”
    “I did too.”
    “I know.”
    “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
    “Why would I want to do that?”