Summer Temptation (Hot in the Hamptons Book 2) by Wendy S. Marcus Read Free Book Online Page B

after losing myself in eighty hour work weeks, missing out on time with my family and friends, and almost killing myself to impress unappreciative bosses, I had to wonder if it was worth it?
    Since meeting Leigh, I found myself concentrating on the here and now rather than the future, on enjoying each day and night to the fullest. I followed her down another flight of stairs that led to the beach, appreciating the movement of her shapely ass beneath her cotton dress shorts, and those long, bare legs...
    When we reached the sand, she removed her tan boat shoes and set them neatly to the side of the bottom step. I kicked off my flip flops, leaving them where they landed. A gust of wind blew sand at us. Leigh turned her head away. I debated suggesting she run back inside for a jacket or sweatshirt, but she looked so sweet and proper in her soft white cardigan. And I’d be happy to warm her up if she needed warming.
    The wind died down, and we walked toward the waves, guided by the moonlight.
    “Look.” Leigh pointed. “Fireworks.”
    Off in the distance. “Yeah, people shoot them off on the beach all the time.” Even though they weren’t supposed to.
    “I love fireworks,” she said, stopping to watch them.
    “If you’re still here, they do a pretty nice fireworks show on Main Beach the Saturday of Labor Day Weekend.”
    She looked off toward the water. “I’m leaving right after Storme’s wedding. I won’t be here,” she said, with a hint of sadness in her voice.
    I made a mental note to check around for any other local fireworks shows before that.
    We reached the water and Leigh walked in up to her ankles. I joined her, taking in the beautiful night, the soothing ebb and flow of the water.
    “Oh!” Leigh jumped back, grabbing onto me. “Something touched my foot.” She looked down, so I did, too, even though we could barely see our feet.
    “Fish,” I laughed, holding her, enjoying the feel of her.
    She stepped away. “Sorry, I—”
    “Don’t be.” I turned. “Come on.” I held out my hand. “Let’s walk.”
    She hesitated. For a few seconds, I thought she might leave me hanging, but she didn’t, sliding her hand into mine as if she’d done it dozens of times before. It fit perfectly, felt like it belonged there.
    We walked in silence, me closer to the water, the packed wet sand giving under my feet, each of us lost in our own thoughts. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d looked forward to seeing a woman as much as I’d looked forward to seeing Leigh tonight. I couldn’t remember ever feeling this comfortable with a woman…or this content. I wanted to kiss her, to take her in my arms, hold her tight against my body and show her how much I wanted her.
    “What are you thinking about?” she asked as we walked.
    I told her the truth. “You.”
    She stopped and turned to me, even more beautiful in the moonlight, her hair blowing wild. “What about me?”
    I let go of her hand, to free up both of mine which I set on her hips. “How comfortable I feel with you in such a short time. How attracted I am to you. How much I want to kiss you.” No moment had ever felt so right.
    “Then kiss me,” she said, stepping closer, tilting her lips up to mine.

Leigh
     
    H e moved his hands from my hips to cup my cheeks. Then he pressed his lips to mine so carefully and tenderly, his touch gentle. I didn’t know if it was the moonlit night, or the cool ocean breeze, or the sound of the waves that made the moment feel so romantic or if it was the man himself that affected me, that ignited something deep inside of me and made me want…more.
    Needing something to do with my hands, I slid them up under the back of his sweatshirt, and flattened them on his soft, warm skin.
    He moaned, deepening the kiss, moving one of his hands to the back of my head and the other to my butt, where he tugged my hips in close, letting me feel his arousal.
    I rubbed against it shamelessly. Never had a man affected me this