“You’re right.”
I have no other answer. I pull her tighter against me, pressing a kiss on her hair.
“I’ve missed you,” she whispers. I’m not sure if she’d planned on saying that out loud.
I pull away and smile at her. My movement makes her jump, obviously enjoying our close contact.
“Shall we try a do-over and go for a drink somewhere? Catch-up?” I ask her.
“I would really like that,” she smiles at me.
I stand up and reach out to her to pull her up. As I pull her up, I pull her into my chest and kiss her softly on the lips.
I hope I haven’t misread her body language.
She grips onto me tightly and kisses me back.
I groan as she takes the kiss deeper and pushes her breasts into me. I’m as hard as rock, and there is no way she can’t feel it.
Trying to be a gentleman, I move my hips back but, her hands slip down to my pockets and move me back.
I can feel her breathing increase. It’s good to see I’m not the only person affected by this kiss.
God, I’m like a horny teenager getting hard by a kiss.
“If you keep this up, I can’t be responsible for what happens next,” I smile, kissing just under her ear.
“You’re right. There’s plenty of time for that later,” she smiles and picks up her bag off the sand.
I grab hold of her hand.
“Come on, I know the perfect place for us to go to. Bryan took me to it yesterday.”
A few hoursafter sitting on the beach, we end up at a bar just down the road from my hotel.
We’ve been bar hopping down the beach. When on vacation and all that.
We’ve spent most of that time catching up on our life and careers for the last five years. I was shocked at how, after we broke up, her career just fizzled. I’m even more surprised that she had stayed there. She could do so much better. Her current job sounds like some kind of joke.
“You know you can do better,” I say, not for the first time.
“Oh, I know. You sound just like Catherine.”
“She’s a wise one, that one” I smile, taking a sip of my beer, looking at her over the top, raising my eyebrow.
She laughs, taking a sip of her cocktail.
I think she’s working her way through the various cocktail menus.
“Why not set up on your own?”
“Ha. Yeah, because that’s so easy.” She says, not looking me in the eye.
I’ve made her nervous.
“I’m serious.”
“Oh, I’m sure you are. I have no capital. Mr. Moneybags.”