Someone Else's Ocean(63)

“Tell me what to do. Can you tell me how to help?”

I concentrated on my breathing and was only faintly aware when he sat next to me.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

The music stirred me back to life as all the energy drained from me. I concentrated on my breathing again until all I could hear were the waves. After a few moments, Ian spoke up.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“What triggered it? The noise? Fighting with me?”

“Yes, that or the fact that I’ve been on edge all week because of the fight with my parents. Or high tide. Ian, it could be anything,” I said as my body began to shut down and my limbs felt like lead attached to me.

“So, you’re okay now?”

“Yep.”

“That was a good one?”

I laughed ironically. “If there is such a thing, yes, that was a smaller one.”

His voice was stone. “Okay.”

He stood and made his way toward the house.

“What’s pissed you off now, Kemp?”

“Nothing, I’ll get the party outside. I’ll build a fire.”

“Fine.”

“Fine. Well, that seems to be the word for the day.”

“It’s a good word,” I smarted toward his back. He turned on me so quickly I stumbled in the sand.

“I didn’t want this! I spent fifteen fucking years catering to another woman’s happiness and most of it was miserable. Just for once I wanted to think about me! And only me! But no, I’ve spent a majority of my night with my best bra’s worrying about you, and how you feel, and if you’re angry. If I’ve said the wrong thing or if you’ll ever speak to me again!”

My eyes bulged. “You do hear what you’re saying, right?”

“I know how selfish it sounds and that’s the point!”

I swallowed as he took angry strides toward me. “You just couldn’t take an apology, so we could move past it. No! Instead, you make me feel terrible for existing. I can’t win! I didn’t want this! I don’t want to care about your feelings more than my own. I don’t want to be responsible for your moods. I just wanted some damned freedom!”

“Whoa,” I said, my head spinning with his wrath. Incredulous, I shook my head.

Three points to a good argument, Koti!

“Number one. Whoa. First of all, Tiger, you came to my island to implode and I rearranged everything to suit you. Number two, for you. Number three, because of the way you felt and what was happening to you. Which was what? Did you get bent out of shape over a hangnail, because everything seems to set you off.”

His jaw ticked as he took another step toward me.

“It would do you good to mind your mouth about things you know absolutely nothing about.”

“Only because you won’t tell me!”

“That’s right I won’t and that’s my choice.”

“Whatever. And by the way professor, your oh-so-polite way of telling me to shut up, isn’t going to fly. I left my parents’ in New York and even they don’t hold that right anymore. I shut up for NO MAN!”

“No, but you would never tell your parents that, would you? Instead, you hide!”

“Oh, you go to HELL!”

“Right back at you, love!”

We were chest to chest as I stumbled with exhaustion.

“I’m not going to coddle you from the truth, Koti.”

“Well, thank God for that, or else it would be a shame to see your soft side seeing as you’re about as subtle as HITLER!”

He gripped me tight to his body as I pushed at him with clenched fists. In an instant, his lips were on mine and I bit them so hard I knew I’d punctured skin. He ripped his mouth away and lifted me to wrap my legs around him, before kneeling on the sand. Our next kiss was savage and filled with need. I ripped at his thick hair as he thoroughly fucked me with his tongue until his will won, limp in his arms as he dove in and touched every part of my mouth. I pulled away scratching his shoulders.

“I hate you so much right now.”

He gripped my hair with his fist. “Feeling’s mutual at the moment.”

“What are you still doing here?” I said between kisses. “Just fucking go home!”

“Oh, how I want to, but I can’t seem to stay away from you.” Gliding his tongue over my chest he pulled away. “I need to, I do. I need to go,” he gritted out.

“I know,” I said truthfully.

“This is going to fuck us both.”

“I know that too,” I said, defeated, reaching between us and pulling his cock from his shorts, before he captured my mouth again. He snatched my dress away from my chest and sucked my nipple into his mouth.

Words fell away as we collided on that beach, our need for the other beating our senses away.

I sank onto him and we both groaned.

Licking the shell of my ear, his whisper had me halfway to the brink. “Fuck, I missed you.”

I agreed into his mouth as he slid his greedy tongue against mine.

“I need more than this,” he said, agitated as I struggled on his lap for friction I couldn’t find. He stood with me still connected, the darkness in his eyes highlighted by the porch light as he carried me to the side of the house. With every step, his cock throbbed deep and I whimpered at the feel, biting his neck. Once hidden, he pressed me against the wall of the house and I gave him a grin. “You’ve got a thing for the side of houses, don’t you?” He thrust into me so hard, it temporarily cut off my air supply.