“Shouldn’t we take care of it, so we don’t find out?”
I clench my legs together at the low tone of his voice. The promise of his hand sliding over every inch of my uncovered skin.
“Definitely. I wouldn’t want him to pull on my hair in a fit of rage…”
“Exactly.”
He shifts then, his hand leaving my hair and I manage to hold the little whimper of disappointment at the loss of his touch. He’s quickly back and touches my shoulder to make me lie back on my stomach. I feel one of his knees press on one side of my ass before the second one lands on the other side.
Straddling me.He’sstraddlingme. He does make sure to hover and not sit, though…
I hear the sound of the bottle being opened and I shiver at the cold cream landing on my skin. He fumbles with the strings of my bikini top, untying it at the nape and back, leaving them hanging on the sides.
“I heard sunscreen can damage and discolor the material,” he says, his voice raw.
“Oh, we definitely wouldn’t want that…”
“Yeah.”
Finally, his strong hands are back on my skin, smearing the lotion on the expanse of my back, my arms, my shoulders, and my sides with sure movements. I’m so relaxed and tense at the same time, I’m not sure how it’s possible, but I feel like my skin is too hot and I might burst out of it. I’m trying not to clench my thighs because with his position he might notice. But again, do I really mind if he does? He knows how he makes me feel—thanks to drunk me—and I know howhefeels about me. It’s not like we’re in uncharted territory here.
His hand slides slowly all the way down to the edge of my bikini bottom, pressing with his thumbs along my spine. It sends heat pooling at mycore and I moan into the mattress at the unexpected pleasure.
“With the soft sounds you make, I kind of hate that we’re on a beach with other people right now,” he says, leaning forward so he can whisper in my ear, planting his hand next to my head to hold his weight while the other one grabs onto my waist to squeeze once.
The movement makes his hips settle against my ass and I bite my lips when I feel exactly howhornyI make him.
He exhales a ragged breath in my neck when my back arches almost automatically, pressing against him.
If anyone looks towards us, we’ll probably get kicked out. The position we’re in?So inappropriate. It makes all sorts of dirty pictures pop up in my mind, and IswearI might start to draw some really indecent scenes.Thisexact scene, to be honest. Even though he’s technically only applying sunscreen on my back, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so aroused in my entire life. And I don’t see his eyes, but I’ve spent enough time studying them that I can clearly picture the bright, hooded, and slightly dazed look on his face.
“These damned curves of yours,” he groans before giving my waist another squeeze and straightening back up, carefully tying the strings of my bikini top before getting the bottle back from the floor next to the lounge chair.
“What about them?” I ask, a little breathless.
“They’re perfect. You’re perfect, Prudence.”
He moves back and fidgets with the head of the chair to bring it down, making it possible for him to straddle my calves. He squeezes some lotion on both my thighs and starts rubbing it against my skin. His hands slide up from behind my knee, inch by—torturously slow—inch, and stop just under the curve of my ass.
“Okay?” He rasps.
“Yeah.”
His thumbs brush just above the line where the swell of my rear begins and I hear his sharp inhale.
“You sure?”
“Please.”
“Fuck.”
His grip tightens for a second on the back of my thigh before his touchresumes his slow exploration. My eyes roll in the back of my head. Is it sad that it’s probably the most erotic experience of my life? Just Nate applying sunscreen on my body? I’ve never craved a touch like I do now. Cravemore.
He curses as he grips my ass a little more firmly and my toes curl behind him, my back arching again.
“I’m gonna stop. Because I kinda want to bite that soft ass of yours and that would be wildly inappropriate,” he says, sliding his hands back down until it reaches the back of my knees.
“Wildly,” I breathe.
