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She pulls back for a moment, her gaze on mine. I’ve never seen her eyes like this, glossy and half-lidded, expressing her need.
My throat tightens. “You okay?” I lessen my grip on her thighs.
“I was thinking ahead.”
“And?”
She laughs, a ringing sound in the quiet. “I’m on the pill, but I wasn’t sure where you were with the condom situation.” She glances around. “I have a feeling we’re short on those at the moment.”
I press a finger just slightly inside the edge of her bikini. “I can do so many things to you that don’t involve condoms.”
“But if we want to do that…”
“I’ll follow your lead.”
“When was the last time…”
“Not in months.”
“And things seem okay?” She watches my expression.
“All okay.”
“So we can do whatever we want, then.” She grins.
My dick jumps, and her eyebrows lift. She’s right on top of me, with little between us. She felt that.
“We can,” I say.
“I might want to do all the things.”
“Whatever the lady desires.”
“I have to tell you one thing, though.”
Her tone makes me pause. Is there something wrong? “Okay.”
“I’ve never had an orgasm. So, don’t feel like you did something wrong if it doesn’t happen.”
“Bailey—”
“I’m serious. Don’t feel like you’ve failed?—”
I reach out and shush her with a single finger to her lips. “Bailey, that is about to change. Many, many times.”
When I drag her against me, I turn so that she’s down on the beach towel. The sand shifts beneath us, conforming to the shape of her body and my elbows and knees, carving out a Bailey-and-Rhett-sized space on this island.
The bikini has a clasp behind her neck, and I flick it open easily. The stretch of the top releases at the lack of tension, and with a quick flip of a second clasp behind her back, it falls away.
I’m ready to worship her. Bailey dresses conservatively at work, all silk blouses and pantsuits. I’ve seen precious little, rarely even cleavage, and the feast is right here.
She arches her back as I hold her breasts in both hands. The firelight flickers over her body, leaving bright peaks and shadows that I memorize.
When my mouth closes over a pale nipple, Bailey sucks in a breath, her hands curled near her ears. Her hair is spread over the bright colors of the towel, muted in the dark. “This is a sight,” I say, feathering kisses from one breast to the other.
“Is it?” She lets out a gasp as I take in the other side.
“I’ve been longing for this view for a long time.”
