“There’s something in my dress,” she squealed. “Ack! Get it out!”
Not waiting for me to take action, she ripped the front of her dress open and stripped out of the wet garment, flinging it to the nearby boulders. Her bra followed.
And I understood what had caused the impromptu dance.
A small silvery fish flopped near my feet, trapped in one of the pretty white B-cups. Or was it a C? It was hard to tell with the thing all twisted and wet like this.
Taking pity on the fish, I squatted, scooped it into my hand, and tossed the wriggling creature past the rocks into the water.
Then I looked back at Bonnie. She stood with her arms crossed in front of her and a look of sheer horror on her very flushed face.
My gaze dropped. Rather than hiding her assets, the attempt at modesty served to press the ample flesh of her breasts together, creating an enticing display of cleavage.
Definitely a C cup.
Her panties where white as well and made of some kind of fabric that goes almost completely sheer when wet.
“You... all right?” I managed to scrape out of a throat dry as summer sand.
She nodded rapidly, not meeting my eyes. Instead, she shot a meaningful glance at the discarded undergarment still lying on the rock near my toes.
Oh. Right.Finally managing to master my thoughts, I snagged it with one finger and tossed the bra to her.
“Thanks. Could you... turn around.”
“Oh sure.”
I faced the other way, giving her privacy to re-dress. Hearing the scrabbling of her feet, I turned around to see her creeping out onto the smaller rocks of the point where her dress had landed.
“Let me get that for you.”
“No,” she yelped. She snatched up the dress and pushed a palm back at me in the universal sign forstop.“No thanks. You just stay there. I’ll get it. Keep facing the other way.”
No chance.
It wasn’t just that I enjoyed looking at her—which I did. Bonnie was balancing herself on the uneven, slippery rocks as she attempted to pull the dress on. I was half-afraid she’d fall in, andmoreafraid she’d hit her head on the stones. In fact, instead of turning around, I started moving in her direction.
“Be careful,” I warned. “Those rocks have a lot of seaweed growing on them. They can be pretty slippery.”
“S’okay. I’m fine,” she mumbled in an embarrassed sounding voice.
Now, if you’ve ever attempted to put on a soaking wet item of clothing while soaking wet yourself, you know it’s not a quick process. She’d finally managed to get a sleeve over one of her arms when another huge wave hit the embankment beside her and arced up, heading right for her.
I lunged out and grabbed Bonnie’s arm, hauling her back against me to make sure the wave didn’t carry her out to sea when it receded.
I hadn’t meant to do anything but steady her, to prevent her from being washed away. But once I had her in my arms, I didn’t let go, just held her close for a minute, stunned by the effect the feel of her had on me.
She was so small, so soft. I on the other hand was as hard as the granite under our feet. The chill of her skin did nothing to discourage my blatantly obvious erection.
On the contrary, having her pressed close against me sparked small bonfires all overmyskin, and my heart turned over like the engine of a car that hadn’t been started in a long time.
When she looked up at me with shocked, deep brown eyes, it sputtered a couple of times before kicking into a new, faster rhythm.
It felt… alive. I hadn’t even realized before this moment that I’d become the walking dead over the past year.
I was aware of it now, though. Another realization hit me like the crash of the Atlantic. I could fall for this woman.Hard.
My fingers abruptly released their grip.
