She lifted her head. “I want it to happen again, but not here.”
“Where? In the back of the car? Up a tree? Name it. Happy to help.”
“You’ve had sex up a tree?”
“No, but for you I’d manage it. Tarzan, remember?”
She was laughing. Breathless. “Let’s go back to the cabin.”
He didn’t argue.
Chapter Thirteen
A wedding is an excuse to have your cake and eat it.
—Paige
Frankie slept deeply and woke late. If she’d been in her apartment back home in New York, she would have woken to the honking of horns and the wail of police sirens, but here on the island all she could hear was the sound of the waves breaking onto the rocks. She lay there in the delicious fog between wake and sleep, savoring the peace.
Matt’s arms were locked around her and her legs were trapped between his.
Moving would have meant waking him, so she stayed still and that suited her just fine.
It should have felt strange, waking up next to a man, but it didn’t.
She examined that thought for a few minutes and came to the conclusion that the reason it didn’t feel strange was because it was Matt. Yesterday when she’d arrived she’d felt nothing but stress and tension. Somehow it had all seeped away.
She’d had sex. Amazing, mind-blowing sex. And she’d done it again and again, not just in the bed but on a beach.
In a moment he’d wake, and she had every intention of repeating the experience. She studied his face in minute detail, pondering on what the dark stubble on his jaw would do to her sensitive skin.
She couldn’t wait to find out.
Her phone lit up on the nightstand and she gingerly reached for it, trying not to wake him.
There was a text from Eva. A single word.
Well?
Knowing exactly what she was asking, Frankie grinned and texted back.
Well what?
Are you on your own in bed?
Frankie hesitated. This part she could share, couldn’t she?
No.
A few seconds later her screen lit up again.
OMG!!! Random stranger or Matt?
“I hope you’re not spilling our secrets to my sister.” Matt’s voice was sleepy and sexy and she turned her head, guilty.
“It’s Eva. She wanted to know if we shared a room. I hate lying. Do you mind?”
“The fact that you hate lying is one of the things I like about you, remember? And they’ll drag the information from you at some point so it might as well be now.”