Her playful, childlike enthusiasm is cute. I lean towards the window and nuzzle my face into her neck. She smells like honey and flowers. “We should swim as soon as we get there.”
She turns towards me, and our lips are so close that we’re almost kissing. I clear my throat and lean back. I don’t want her to feel obliged to be with me because I’m taking her on holiday. And I don’t know what to do about how I feel about her.
Separating my needs and my emotions is confusing.
I’ve felt lust before, and it was nothing like this. This is more intense, more intimate.
And more intimate means dangerous.
Especially if she is going to leave and go back to Boris, and I never see her again, because he’s up to something.
***
I pull up outside the villa in the rental car. I chose an emerald green Mustang, for fun, because driving around the Bahamas in any other car didn’t seem right. We stop right outside the villa, but Tia is already out of the Mustang and running towards the beach before the car parks.
“Wait,” I shout after her, but she hardly pays any attention. In her short summer dress, she runs straight to the edge of the water, pausing to splash her feet in, laughing, then running all the way in and diving beneath the surface.
Dammit, this girl is going to be the death of me.
Kicking my shoes off and tugging my shirt over my head, I run into the ocean after her, still wearing my pants.
She laughs and swims into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist as we stand in the cool, blue water.
“This is incredible. I can’t believe we’re here,” she whispers, as though this is some magical place.
“I can’t believe you didn’t even wait to put your bathing suit on,” I chuckle.
“There is no time for waiting. I want to experience all of it right now.” She laughs, kicking away from me. I reach out and grab her leg, pulling her through the water, back towards me.
She splashes me and makes a weak effort to get away.
I pin her against my chest and hold her jaw in my hand.
“You’re trouble, Tia. A man could get lost in you.”
She knits her brows. “What do you mean?” she asks, confused by curious.
Instead of answering her, I kiss her.
I wish I had the strength to control myself around her, but clearly, I don’t.
I can taste the salty ocean water on her lips, and the dress she’s wearing is drifting up as the gently waves rock us. My hand dips beneath the water, and I grab her ass, pushing my cock against her.
I could fuck her right here in the water. I don’t even care who’s watching.
Suddenly, Tia lets out a high-pitched scream and practically climbs up my body in fright.
I start laughing, lifting her out of the water and throwing her over my shoulder. “What’s going on? What in the world are you doing?”
“Something touched my foot,” she screams again, and I look down into the clear water around us.
“Seaweed?” I ask. “I never took you as someone who would be scared of seaweed.”
She wiggles back into the water, her cheeks bright red as she tries to see the culprit beneath her feet.
“But it wrapped all the way around my ankle,” she giggles, looking at me with a sheepish grin.
“I’m sure it did. I’m sure it tried to drag you beneath the water,” I say seriously.
