He quickly finishes fixing the bungalow and goes to wash up in the water. I can stay here and admire him from afar, but I prefer a close-up look. So I follow him to the water.
I have only one set of clothes, and constant washing in salty water makes them nearly unmanageable. They’ve already ripped in a few places and are barely holding, so I pull my shirt and shorts off, staying in only my lilac bra and duck undies.
Ezra has already taken off his undershirt he’s still trying to wear and pants, which used to be black but they’re not anymore. You’d think something so expensive should hold their form and color a bit better. I glance down at my bra I got at Target for ten bucks. The thing looks better than his ten-million-dollar pants.I probably should lend it to him.Igiggle to myself and head into the water. What’s the point of being stranded on an island if we can’t enjoy the calm, warm waters?
“What are you doing?” he asks gruffly.
“Swimming,” I reply, submerging into the water up to my neck.
“Naked?” He sounds totally horrified.
“I have clothes on,” I correct him, not trying to hide sarcasm.
“Those are not clothes,” he says with disgust.
“These cover much more than some bikinis do. And I didn’t take you as a prude, Ezra. Have you never seen a woman naked?” I ask with mock horror.
“You know what I mean, Maeve. You can’t walk around like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like that.” He motions toward me with disgust.
I glance down at myself. “What’s wrong with that?”
“Your bra is fucking see through.” He waves his hand in my direction. “I can see your nipples, Maeve. And your white underwear? When it gets wet, it leaves zero to the imagination. Zero, Maeve,” he adds, sounding tortured. “Exactly zero.” His voice almost turns into a whisper.
“I have beautiful nipples.”
“I know, Maeve. I fuckin’ know.” He wipes his face with his hand.
“Wait.” I stop making slow circles around him and stand up. The water is shallow, so I’m only in the water to my hips. “Are you looking at my nips?”
“It’s very hard not to notice them.” His neck moves with a swallow as his eyes unapologetically land on my chest.
I glance down at myself just to make sure I’m not covered in ocean algae which would totally ruin the picture I’m going for. When I bring my eyes back up to his face, my gaze slowlytrails his body, stopping on his silky boxers. And something underneath them. The material clings for dear life to the largest dick I’ve ever seen. It’s very well proportioned to his body. It’s so big I have to swallow. Like I’m eager to taste him, and I’m not usually one to give head. There’s nothing wrong with it, but I’ve just never been into it.
It twitches under my attention, and I swallow again.
“I see that it can be hard.” My voice comes out raspy. Swallowing the thirsty saliva didn’t help at all.
“Maeve,” he calls out huskily.
“Yes,” I squeak.
“I can’t do that.” His voice is that of a tortured soul.
“Do what?”
“I can’t get involved with you.”
I find his troubled eyes. “I’m not asking you to.”
“Fucking you is getting involved,” he growls out, clenching his enormous fists. “And I don’t see how it will go any other way if we keep doing this.”
“Doing what?”
“This.” He motions between him and me. “Playing. Flirting. Tempting.”
