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He smiles and winks at me. “You don’t say?”
“I do.”
“Let’s go find some sea turtles before I forget we’re in public,” he says.
I shudder at his blatant flirting. I decide to put aside any lingering resentment and allow myself to wonder at the chills running through my body.
He bends over to pick up our towels and the little cooler I brought for our lunches. His legs are long and tanned. His ass is perfectly shaped. I hope he doesn’t notice me gawking. I remind myself that we have his child with us, but my nipples didn’t get the message and they perk up through my bikini like shark fins breaking surface on the water.
When he turns towards me, I can see his blue eyes drift to my pointing bits and I blush. Shit.
“Let’s go find those turtles,” I fluster and head directly for the parking lot.
Ethan swings his son up to ride on his broad shoulders for our walk along the shore. And as we climb the steep slope to the lot, the little boy reaches out a hand for me to hold, making me a part of the family group. I’m touched by how sweetly thoughtful he is. Ethan’s taught him something.
We share one car to Turtle beach but obviously Ethan and I don’t touch at all, sitting in the front beside each other. When we wander down to the sand, Caden holds his dad’s hand and the cuteness factor is cotton candy level.
There are dozens of turtles along the reef. Tourists are everywhere taking pictures of the sea reptiles munching on red and green algae.
I’m in my element.
Then Caden calls out to me with his own game.
“You get a turn to ride on Daddy’s shoulders now, Wylie,” I laugh at the way his lips turn out my name, but I’m also thrown over the edge of a quake at the suggestion. It sounds more like the typical six-year old friendly command.
“I don't’ think we should tire daddy out,” I say, my cheeks blazing hot at the way Ethan's grinning at my discomfort.
“My dad’s very very strong. He never tires out.”
“I’m too big to ride on shoulders now,” I half mewl as my thighs soak at the prospect of being wrapped around Ethan’s rough head.
“Don’t be scared, Wylie,” Caden continues not giving up. “I trusted you about the shark now you have to trust me.”
“Gotcha,” Ethan hisses from the side of his mouth.
He bends over on the ground behind me and sticks his head between my legs. I swear I almost collapse on the sand as my body fires with sensual heat. But I feel the power of Ethan’s muscle load as he powers to lift us both to standing and I go soaring toward the sky. I clamp my hands around his head while my bare thighs grip tight at his neck.
“That’s some strength you’ve got in those gorgeous thighs,” Ethan quips, placing his large hands on my legs to hold me stead.
“Ditto,” I mewl.
My clit is prodding hard through my shorts, aware how close a real man is. I’m sure my juice must be pouring from the side of my tiny shorts and running down Ethan’s thick neck.
I laugh, almost hysterical with need to grind against his head and trying to cover my nervous lust.
“See Wylie, riding Daddy is fun,” Caden informs me.
“Oh, you’re right, it definitely is,” I say and wave as he runs on ahead of us to get a closer look at the turtles.
“I know more than ever that I want to work in environmental law,” I say to Ethan, rambling about anything to cover up the way my clit is pulsing with ravenous hunger into the back of his head. His close crop razes at my inner thighs and makes goosebumps stand up in places I didn’t know they existed. "I um, really want to help preserve the natural world, before it's too late."
“You’re very compassionate and I think you made the right choice,” he says.
“You really think so?”
“I do.”
He gives my mid thighs a pat-squeeze and my heart rate quickens to detonation point. My insides turn loops like I’m on a roller coaster. His hands are weapons capable of being hard and soft. He tips up to look at me and blue eyes that reflect the expanse of Hawaiian sky sear through my soul. A cavern of wild brush fire has been lit inside my body. This can’t be happening, can it?
