Just Say Yes (Just Say Yes #2) (17 page)

Andy caught hold of my wrist and pulled me to him. “You are by far the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Zoey.” His eyes held such sincerity in them my heart did a flip-flop in my chest. “I hope you know how much I love you.” He kissed me on my cheekbone, then let go of my wrist.

Wow, I was not expecting him to say that. “And I love you,” I whispered with my whole heart, meaning every word. That man was the reason I decided to get my life back and I owed everything to him. He was my second chance at life. I caressed his cheek before I turned away.

A few minutes later, he slipped into bed behind me, pulling me close. “So, is that what you were learning in your dance class?”

I rolled over to face him, and he began to run his fingers through my hair. “Yep, did you like it?”

He smirked mischievously, his blue eyes sparkling. “No, not at all. You should never,
ever
do that to me again.”

We both laughed and I pinched his nipple gently for being a shit. He caught my hand and pulled it to drape my arm over his side.

“I couldn’t figure out why the song was on the playlist you made for me, but now, I won’t think of it the same way again. I never would’ve thought of it as a striptease song, but it was actually kinda perfect with the beat and everything,” he admitted.

“I planned on doing that dance for you before
I came to Cabo, but we saw how that worked out,” I confessed with a sigh.

Saying nothing, he sat up on his elbow then leaned over and kissed my shoulder, ribs, and hip where my bruises had finally faded. “Now you’re body has healed and so has your mind,” he whispered before kissing me gently on my lips.

I moved closer to him, he wrapped his arm around me, and I lazily traced his tattoos with my fingertip. I’d missed doing it for a month, but we were back together in the flesh and making up for lost time. I was happy, sleepy, and relaxed, so I closed my eyes, falling instantly to sleep in complete bliss.

The next morning, we decided to go to the beach. I showered while he ordered us breakfast from room service. By the time he was done with his shower, the food arrived, and I had it set up on the table for us.

“Andy, do you know how happy I am that you’re here? When I talked to you on Valentine’s Day, I almost packed up and came home.”

He raised his eyebrows as he took a long swallow of his orange juice. “I’m glad you didn’t,” he laughed. “Last night was amazing, Zoey.”

I felt my face flush. “Yes, yes it was,” I chuckled as I pushed my plate away. I could not eat another bite with all the butterflies in my stomach. Until last night, I had never been so confident and sexually free with a man. It felt like we were truly one with each other. I knew there would be a lot of learning and experimenting with him, but I also knew we’d both enjoy every second of it.

While he finished breakfast, I changed into my favorite purple bikini, jean shorts, and a pretty, cream-colored cover up with tiny embroidered flowers. I fell in love with it when I saw it at one of the outdoor markets, and it was perfect for the beach. I left it unbuttoned because I would just be taking it off as soon as we hit the sand. I found a pair of Andy’s shorts and set them on the bed for him, then packed a bag with everything we’d need for the day.

“We need to make a stop at one of the stores before we head to the beach,” he said as he stood from the table.

“Did you forget something?”

“My sunnies. It was raining at home when I left, so I didn’t think about bringing them.”

I looked at him curiously, not knowing what he meant by “sunnies.”

He noticed my confusion. “Sunglasses, Zoey,” he laughed.

“Oh, I get it now.” I giggled like an idiot. “A New Zealand word.”

He nodded and kissed my cheek. “You’re adorable.”

Realizing I forgot mine at my aunt and uncle’s, I decided to get some new “sunnies” too.

Once he was ready to go, we walked over to the shops at the resort and found a store that sold a variety of beachwear. We goofed around, trying on hats while we tried on sunglasses.

Andy knew what he was looking for and quickly found the sunglasses he wanted. He chose black, old school Ray-Bans, which he looked gorgeous in, of course. After trying on about ten styles of sunglasses, I was indecisive, so he picked up a pair of mirrored, aviator Ray-Bans and slipped them on me.

“You look sexy as hell in those,” he stated sincerely.

“Really?” I never thought aviators were my style, so I never bothered picking up a pair.

He shot me a naughty grin as he squeezed my hip with his large hand and tugged me closer to him. “Abso-fucking-lutely,” Andy said, just before he brushed his lips across mine.

We continued browsing around the store for souvenirs. I picked up a very stylish straw fedora hat with a black band on it and dropped it down on his head, then took his sunglasses and put them on him, too.

“Oh. My. God.” I gasped and jokingly raised the back of my hand to my forehead, pretending to swoon. He really was breathtaking.

“I guess I’m getting the hat too?” he questioned with a chuckle.

“Uh huh, definitely. I’ll buy it for you,” I said. I think I might have even swooned for real.

He picked up a straw sun hat I would never pick out for myself and carefully set it on my head. “Now you’re even more perfect. Let’s get out of here and get to the beach, so I can see you in your togs again.”

What in the ever loving hell is a tog?

Again, he noticed my confusion, so he looped one finger around the string of my bikini top in between my breasts. He stared me in the eyes as he moved his hand from side to side. His finger gently brushed the inside of each breast and my sternum.
Ah, togs equals swimsuit. Got it. Now that he’s touched me like that, I want to go back to the room, strip off the togs and every other piece of clothing we wore and get down to business.

“Adorable,” he said again as I shook my head and grinned up at him. We made our way to the front of the store to pay for our hats and glasses.

I searched in my purse for my wallet. “I’m buying, wifey. Put your money away,” he joked.

“No way. Between my sunglasses and the hats, my portion is about two hundred dollars. I can’t let you pay for everything.”

He whispered in my ear while the cashier rang up our purchases, “Love, will you let me spend a little bit of my money on you, please? You can pay me back later with another dance.” He let out a deep, quiet laugh, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

The cashier eyed us curiously. “You’re newlyweds, aren’t you?” she asked. I had forgotten we were still wearing the wedding bands.

“Yes, we are,” Andy answered with a grin before I could even open my mouth. He glanced over and gave me a wink. God, I loved that man.

He paid for our hats and glasses and we strolled hand in hand to the beach wearing them. As soon as we stepped on the beach, he kicked off his shoes and carried them to walk barefoot in the sand.

We found a spot we liked and spread our towels out on the sand. I stripped down to my bikini and tied my hair back in a loose, twisted bun under the back of my new hat. Andy stripped off his shirt, then lay down on his stomach on his beach towel, propping himself up on his elbows.

After I situated myself on my towel, I noticed several women around us doing double takes of him as he absentmindedly picked up and sifted sand through his fingers. With his gorgeous face and body, sexy tattoos, his new sunglasses and hat…I couldn’t blame them really.

He was completely oblivious to them.

I didn’t want him to sunburn, so I found my sunscreen and dropped myself down to sit on his butt. I squeezed some on my hands and rubbed it onto his back, neck, and shoulders.

“Flip over. Let me do your front,” I said when his back was done.

He started laughing. “I’m afraid you’ve already done something to my
front,
Zoey. If I turn over now, I’ll be arrested for indecent exposure. Besides, I think there was a sign somewhere saying tents aren’t allowed on the beach.”

Did he really just tell me he pitched a tent in his shorts? Oh my God.
I laughed heartily, slipped off him, and back to my own towel. As I moved away, I smacked him on the butt. “Well, when your front has
subsided
, let me know. I can put sunscreen on your sexy chest and abs. Then you can do me too,” I whispered, with a double meaning he definitely understood by the look on his face.

After a few minutes, I could still feel eyes on us from people nearby. “You seem to be attracting quite a bit of attention from the ladies, Andy,” I said quietly so they didn’t hear me.

He turned over and sat up with his muscular legs stretched out in front of him, “Come here,” he said to me.

I picked up the sunscreen and crawled over to him on my hands and knees. “Sit.” He patted his thighs with his hands, motioning for me to sit on his lap. I did and immediately had the best seat on the beach. I squeezed sunscreen on my hands and began rubbing it over his tattooed chest.

He pulled my face close, kissing the tip of my nose. “You are the one attracting all the attention, not me. Besides, the only attention I want is yours.”

Yeah, I could live with that. I grasped his face in both hands and planted the most sensual kiss I could muster up on his parted lips. I broke the kiss when I realized we were still on the busy beach with lots of people around.

I held the sunscreen out to him. “Do me?” I smiled deviously, pulling my sunglasses down a tad to look over the top of them at him.

“You are so bad,” he said with a smirk. I sat right where I was while he rubbed sunscreen on my shoulders for me. When he was done, I hopped back over on my own towel.

We lounged on the beach for a while and just enjoyed the day. The people sitting closest to us started packing up and leaving for the day or went down to the water.

“Zoey, did you bring your iPod?”

I put down my book and checked my bag. “Nope, I left it in the room,” I said. “Sorry, my love.”

“I’m feeling a little left out, with you over there reading.” He tipped his chin, indicating toward the book I held in my hand.

Right then, I felt like an ass. He had worked so hard to get a day off to come and spend the weekend with me, and there I was
reading
. That was not one of my brighter moments in life.
Duh, Zoey, spend time with your gorgeous boyfriend on the beach before you have to go home.
I dog-eared my page and shut the book, tossing it in the direction of my beach bag. I rolled over onto my stomach so my body was partially on his towel.

“What can I do to make it up to you?” I asked him, resting my head on his shoulder.

“Sing me a song?”

“Here? Are you serious?” I asked and sat up cross-legged. I was surprised he asked me to sing to him.

“Yeah, would you? You’ve never sang anything for me before, you know?”

Crap, I hadn’t. Sure, I sang while he was with me, but I hadn’t sung
for
him.

“Sing anything, whatever you feel like,” he said. “Don’t laugh, but hearing you sing along to any song that’s playing when we’re at home is one of the things I’ve missed most since you’ve been gone.

Right then, I wanted to do anything to please him. “I would never laugh at the words that come out of your mouth, Andy. That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“It’s because I could listen to you sing all day long, Beautiful,” he admitted. “What are you going to sing?”

Of course, I started out with something easy and chose to sing, “I’m Too Sexy,” by Right Said Fred, just to see him smile. He laughed and grinned the entire time I sang to him, and it brought back so many memories from the weekend I met him. When I finished the song, he gripped my face in his hands and planted a noisy kiss to my lips.

“That was hilarious and I fucking love you for it,” he said with a chuckle. “Let’s go for a walk.”

As he let go of me and we stood up, a little girl ran up to us. She looked up at me with her big brown doe-eyes. “Hi! You sing real pretty!” she squealed.

Holding back a laugh because of my song choice, I knelt down to meet her at eye level. “Aww, thank you,” I said, smiling at her. “Do you sing too?”

She nodded and started singing, “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.” It was the cutest thing I had ever heard. When she finished, we clapped for her. “That was very pretty,” I voiced, just as her mom came up to collect her.

“Sorry, she heard you singing to your husband and wanted to sing too,” she laughed.

“It’s okay. She’s adorable,” I said. “Keep practicing, sweetie, and someday you’ll be famous.”

“Bye, bye!” she yelled as her mom packed her off.

I looked over at Andy, who was grinning from ear to ear. “What?” I asked.

“Oh, nothing. I think I’ve just been replaced as your number one fan. It’s cute.”

“No way,” I said. “You’ll always be number one to me.” The grin that took over his face when I said that would forever be embedded in my memory. Andy truly looked happier than I’d ever seen him and it made my heart flutter knowing I was the cause.