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“Jesus Mara,” he cusses in a strangled voice as my head appears from beneath the clothing.
I toss my shirt on top of the bag and look at him. He has a flush along his strong cheekbones and just before he turns away from me, I catch the bulge behind his zipper.
“You must be hot in your jeans. Didn’t you put swim shorts on before we left?”
“Yeah. I’m fine for now” He glances at me from over his shoulder. “Are you sure you want to wear that?” He turns to face me again and stands with his hands on his hips. “We can find you something else. They have wet suits over there.”
Wetsuits? Is he serious?
I glance up at his face and, yeah, he’s serious.
“What do I need a wetsuit for?”
“Forget I mentioned it,” he says before dropping on to a towel and raising his knees with a wince.
Sitting down next to him, I try to hide my grin because I know exactly what his problem is, and it’s all to do with the bikini I’m wearing. I’m practically naked, but if it gets his blood going, I’m not about to change or to act self-conscious. Covering up is my first instinct, but it’s not going to happen now I’ve seen how Donovan reacts to me.
“Donovan don’t be stupid, you’re going to fry if you keep your jeans on.”
Jumping to his feet, he turns away and strips his jeans down his long, muscular legs, with hardly any hair coating them, before dropping back to this towel.
“Happy now?”
“That depends. Are you more comfortable?”
He shakes his head and ignores me, but I catch him watching me out of the corner of his eye while I start smoothing sunscreen on my legs, then my arms before finally settling for my stomach. When I get to my chest, he makes a kind of choking noise before suddenly flipping over and lying on his stomach, looking away from me.
Rolling my eyes, I quickly finish with the sunscreen, but realize I can’t reach my back so I settle on my stomach on the towel and whisper, “Um, Donovan.”
He groans and turns to look at me. “What, babe?”
I smile at the endearment and ask, “Can you rub the sunscreen into my back for me, please?” knowing how his body is affected by mine.
He’s not the only one affected though. My breasts and nipples are aching with
arousal, which match the ache going on between my thighs—an ache I haven’t felt there before.
“Shit, Mara…Pass me the sun stuff.”
I pass it to him and rest my face on my hands before I wiggle into a more comfortable position with my legs slightly partied.
And then I feel the sunscreen hit my back, which causes me to gasp at the coldness on my heated skin, but my gasp turns into a moan as Donovan’s hands start to smooth it in along my spine to the edge of the bikini panties before he moves back up to my shoulders. He gentle massages the muscle there and the gentle caress that he’s doing is making me feel sleepy. But I’m wide-awake when his hands start to rub my bottom where the panties have ridden up before briefly slipping between my legs. With a mind of their own my legs fall open, desperate for his touch to move higher to my core.
“Mara…you’re killing me.”
Turning my head so I can see him—and see him I do—standing at attention. I lick my lips before meeting his gaze.
“We’re on a beach, Mara.” He pushes his dick back against his body with his hand. “I’m going to lie in the shade and catch up on some sleep.”
He fastens the sunscreen back up and tosses it near to the knapsack before climbing over me with his towel and setting up beneath the sun umbrella.
Lifting up slightly, I grab the wallet that I’d placed slightly beneath the towel before I settled down with my kindle paper white in. I’m half way through reading Beautiful Rose by Alison Chaffin Higson. It’s really good; two love stories in the one book and a boy who on occasion makes me laugh with the things he comes out with.
Donovan is snoring away to my left and in his sleep he’s flipped over on to his back. As he snores away, I admire him. He really is a beautiful man with his short dark hair, five o’clock shadow and abs that make my mouth water. Even in sleep I affect him—his dick is pushing up against his shorts—and he’s growing. I’m unable to move my eyes away from him.
I wonder what or whom he’s dreaming about that has his dick so hard and ready with the slight jerking movements every now and again.
Is it me he’s dreaming about?
