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“Are you sure? Getting you soaked is a favourite pastime of mine.”
She snorts a laugh. “You’ve been spending too much time with Adam. His awful lines are rubbing off on you.”
“No, baby. The only person rubbing on me right now is you.”
“Okay, that one was pretty good,” she replies, slightly breathless. I sneak a look at her over my shoulder and instantly notice how pink her cheeks are.
Looking forward again, I snicker, “Are you feeling warm? You look a little pink. Should I take us back to the beach?”
“No!” she rushes out. “I’m not feeling warm.”
“Are you sure?”
Her nails scratch at my abs before slipping further down my body and toying with the band of my swim trunks. My breath hitches when she presses an open-mouthed kiss to the back of my neck.
“Stop teasing me, Oakley Hutton, or you’ll get as good as you give.”
“That so?” I murmur.
The Jet Ski is nearly still, just coasting with the movement of the water. Silence welcomes us now that we’re a far enough distance away from the beach and drifting closer to the small alcove I was heading for.
Ava hums low in her throat. “Yes. I wouldn’t recommend testing me.”
Of course, that only makes me want to test her that much more. “Is that reverse psychology, Ms. Layton?”
Her laugh paints my back. “It might be.”
“In that case, why don’t you let go of me so I can spin around and we can discuss this face to—fuuuck,” I groan when the little minx drips her hand into my shorts and grabs my cock. She brushes her thumb over the tip, and I shudder.
“What was that?”
I squeeze my eyes shut and try to focus on not busting my load in my shorts with a single touch from Ava. My words are rough, barely scraped together as she starts to stroke me.
“Keep doing that and you’re going to get fucked, sweetheart.”
“Right here? Right now?”
“Yeah, Ava. Right here. Right. Now.”
She gasps when I pull the keys out of the Jet Ski, clip them on my shorts, and spin around so quickly I have to grip her thighs to keep her from falling off. With my knees on either side of hers, I feel more in control of the moment.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I swear. She bats her lashes and smiles shyly. As if she has any reason to be shy. I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman, and I know I never will.
With light brown freckles splattered across her nose from spending so much time in the sun and lust-drunk green eyes that look brighter than usual, she’s all mine. And I plan on keeping her.
Our eyes collide, and I feel the force behind the intense emotion in her stare deep in my chest. Like the weight of a thunder jacket, it’s secure, strong, reassuring. Everything I needed, but nothing I was expecting. That’s the best way to describe more than just how I feel, but the woman who makes me feel this way.
Ava blinks at me slowly before pushing the life jacket from my shoulders and replacing it with her hands. Using my shoulders as leverage to close the distance between us, she presses her soft pink lips to my rougher ones.
And just like that, I’m lost in her again.
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