"Eww, you really like mint-chocolate chip?" He scrunched up his nose at me.
"Yeah. It's the best. Try it." I extended my ice cream cone toward him as we sat out on one of the little rod-iron tables on the strand later that afternoon.
"No way." He turned his nose up at it and moved his chair closer to mine. "That doesn't even look appetizing. It's green with brown flecks in it. Gross."
I laughed and brushed my hair out of my face. "I'll give you a great blow job later if you try it."
"Give me that. I'll eat the fucking thing whole." He smirked and gripped my wrist as he leaned over and dragged his tongue over my ice cream. Chills raced down my spine as he watched me with a sexy look on his handsome face.
"It's good, right?" I pulled my wrist from his grasp and licked at the ice cream.
"Wow. That's really much better than I thought, but nothing beats creamy French vanilla." He licked at his slow and sensually. "So good against my tongue."
"Stop it." I moved closer and slid my hand up his neck as I pressed my lips to his in a long, drawn out kiss.
"You like it. I'm not stopping anytime soon. Not to mention that whatever I did just scored me a kiss from the hottest girl at the lake. I might not be a genius, but I'm doing something right." He moved back and ate at his ice cream as he turned to look out at the water. "So, I don't suppose there is any way that your folks are going to let you stay longer, right?"
"I need to go back and see these cases with them, but I'll try to get back out here when I'm done." I slid my hand over his leg and squeezed softly. "We're not a couple, Brody. Find someone else and enjoy your summer. The real world is waiting just beyond these few months to bore the fuck out of us, I'm sure."
He gripped my hand tightly and smirked. "Find someone else? Is that supposed to be funny? We just talked about wanting more of each other. Am I the only one that really feels that way? Is this just a fling to you?"
"I don't know what it is." I pulled back and let out a long sigh. "What do you want it to be? Are you even staying in Arizona after the summer?"
"I'm not sure, but if we decide we're going to try this thing out between us, then I'm willing to consider it." He licked at his ice cream a little more as he watched me intently. How easily I could fall in love with him.
"I don't want you making decisions on your future based on a week-long romance. That seems crazy." I chuckled as a smile lifted his lips.
"I think you're trying too hard to smooth out all the bumps that could get in our way, and you really don't need to. We'll enjoy this week, and then you'll come back, or maybe I'll come stay in the city with you a little. I'm getting sick of this place, anyway." He snorted, and I knew he was lying.
"You are not. No one could get tired of this place." I glanced out at the water. "I love it here. I would give anything to have a little
log cabin tucked into those big pine trees over there one day. That would be really living."
He chuckled. "I just said the same thing to Clay yesterday."
"What are you wanting to do with your life? Are you going to go into business or coaching?" I licked at my cone one more time before getting up to throw it away.
"Give me that, silly girl. We don't waste ice cream." He smiled and took the cone, eating his and mine in a few bites.
I waited for him where the sidewalk met the sand. The serenity of the place was easy to find, even in the middle of all of the people milling about.
He wrapped his arms around me from behind and squeezed softly. "I want to be a coach, and I think I would be great at it, but it's a big commitment. I'm not sure I want to take the risk of putting my career above my family until things took off."
"Would you have to? Is that part of the contract to be a coach?" I laughed and turned to face him, sliding my arms around his waist.
"No, but that's just the way it usually works out." He leaned down and brushed his lips by mine. "Would you be willing to support a man who wanted to follow his dreams, even if they didn't make sense?"
"If it would make him happy and help solidify our relationship, of course. Would you do the same for a woman you loved?" I asked, brushing my nose by his. How far we'd come in the course of a few days, and yet that alone was the reason I wanted to hold back. It was scary as hell. I could feel the compatibility between us before it ever started.
"I'd bend over backwards for her and support anything she wanted to do." He nipped at my lips. "Let's go take the boat out to the alcove and feed the gator. Live a little?"
I laughed and moved over to take his hand. "This isn't living?"
"Oh yeah, but this is the chick-flick part. We gotta get in a little bit of horror, too. It makes for better snuggles later." He wagged is eyebrows.
"I'm telling the guys you just said that." I tucked myself against his side as he laughed.
"You unruly witch. You better not."