Page 92 of Hard Hitter
"Why not?" Raelyn challenged. "You think I don't know how you boys talk when you're all together? What's the difference if I say it?" She sat down on the lounge chair in front of him so they were face to face.
"On second thought," said Quinn, grinning widely, "I like it. It surprised the hell out of me, but you can definitely pull it off." He paused and, though his eyes were hidden behind his shades, she got the feeling he was sweeping his gaze down her body again. “And in case I wasn’t clear before- you candefinitelypull off that swimsuit.”
The way the corner of his mouth twitched made her wonder if there was a dirty, double meaning to his words. Or was that just wishful thinking on her part?
"Thanks," Raelyn bit back a too-wide smile. "Now scoop the extra crap off my chest and rub it into my back." She held her hair back and stuck her chest out toward him.
"Um, what?" Quinn asked, his laugh disappearing from his face.
"You've got hands; put 'em to work, Case," Raelyn said, unmoving.
One corner of Quinn's mouth pulled up farther than the other and revealed his irresistible dimple. "You might wanna be more specific giving me orders like that."
Raelyn felt her body heat up as she realized what she'd said, and what he was now implying. How obvious was it that her nipples had gone hard? And how was he looking at her through those mirrored sunglasses? What did his eyes look like behind them as he said these words that sent a satisfying shudder down her front and into a sensitive area between her thighs?
Oh mon Dieu…
Her heart was racing, and she was sure he could see it. He could probably also see how her breaths were shaky, and that her nipples were poking into the polyester of her top that now suddenly felt too small to hold in her not-so-ample bosom.
"Okay," she breathed, after what felt like a long pause with Quinn staring back at her, watching her body respond to his words, though she couldn't tell exactly where his vision was focused. "How about you put the sunscreen on my back, and try not to get carried away?"
That sexy little dimple smirk appeared on his face again. "I can try."
Holy shit, dreams do come true.
That's all Quinn could think as he slowly massaged sunblock into the skin of Rae's back. Her skin was hot and soft as it had been in his dream so many years ago. Of course, that hadn't been his only dream featuring Rae since then, but this one still stuck out to him for obvious reasons. The real Rae had never interrupted any of his other fantasy dreams about her.
Her bare shoulders were smooth, her back was toned and golden from countless hours spent in the sun. He would gladly sit here with Rae nearly in his lap all afternoon and rub lotion on her. Of course he was glad that she wasn’t facing him, because that would make it distinctly more difficult to hide what was going on in his board shorts.
I’m massaging my best friend’s back and my dick is hard. All my friends are here. Her dad is out here somewhere. And my dick is hard.
Rae let out a relaxed sounding sigh and leaned into Quinn’s hands.
Damn, that doesn’t help...but can she do that again?
Sure, it was awkward and anyone who walked by could potentially see that he was getting aroused, but this was sort of a dream come true, so he was going to enjoy it.
“Got any more lotion up there?” Quinn asked, referring to the excess sunscreen that hadn’t soaked into Rae’s chest and stomach. He had the urge to lean forward and brush his lips against her neck, along her shoulders...fuck, keep it in your pants, man.
“No, I think you got it all,” she replied. “Don’t forget my lower back, too. As great as this shoulder massage feels…”
Quinn felt his face redden. “Right.” He’d been massaging and kneading her shoulders and upper back even though all the lotion had been rubbed in. He just loved the feel of her warm, silky skin beneath his palms.
Squeezing more sunscreen into his hand, he eyed the dimples in the small of her back and pressed his palms in the space between her bikini top and those damn bottoms. Quinn spread the lotion outward, rubbing up and down her sides, and back toward her spine. He couldn’tstop himself from pressing his thumbs into those dimples in the small of her back, turning the experience into much more of a massage than a simple act of helping his friend protect herself against melanoma.
Quinn had to bite his lip to keep himself from audibly groaning when Rae arched her back at his touch. Obviously, he was getting carried away. Hey, he said he’dtry.He hadn’t promised anything. Again, he applied pressure from the small of her back and kneaded his hands outward.
“Why haven’t you given me back massages before?” Rae asked, a low silvery tone to her voice.
He swallowed and cleared his throat before responding as confidently as he could, “All you have to do is ask, Princess.”
Did her skin just flush? Did I just...turn her on?
This was a bad idea. But it was the best bad idea he’d ever had. He scooted forward just slightly, and the heat of her back radiated onto his chest. The shape of Rae’s ass as she arched her back again was going to make him lose it. He was about to make bad choices but didn’t have the restraint to stop himself. Grabbing the bottle of sunscreen with one hand, he bent his other that was still pressed to her back so his fingers were angled down, he let his fingertips slide just barely beneath the waistband of her bikini bottoms.
“Hey!” A harsh voice barked out from behind him. “Watch where you're putting those hands.” Charlie’s voice had come out as a growl between his teeth.
Quinn’s hands flew up, having never heard Charlie sound so threatening. The hand with the lotion bottle had squeezed in reflex, sending the creamy, white substance squirting everywhere. A long stream of it landed on Quinn’s chest and stomach.
