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“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” She kissed the back of his hand and smiled. “What do you think?”
“I’m in.” He twisted into her, kissing her firmly as he laid her back onto the sand.
“Augustus.”
Gus pressed soft, feathery kisses to her nose, her lips, her cheeks, her neck until he had her giggling. He lifted up to look at her. “You’re not supposed to laugh. I’m trying to be romantic.”
“It tickles.”
He went in again, kissing slower with gentle pressure. This time she didn’t laugh. He rolled so he was above her, and she reached for his head, bringing him up to look at her.
“You sure you don’t want that love nest right now?” He knew she wanted to take things slow and wait until they were officially committed to each other, not just by their fake courthouse vows, but he was finding it difficult to resist her.
She giggled again. “What was it Granny Schultz used to tell you? Take your—”
“Take your time, Augustus.” He gave her a cute crooked smile, and she pulled his head down to whisper in his ear.
“Don’t rush perfection.”