“Why the hell not?” I state. Lucas’ jaw tightens when I accept the stupid dare. “Like Libby said, I’ll just go down by the beach and strip down there. Do we have any dry towels out here?”
Lucas clenches his fist as Blaine scrambles to find me a towel.
“Care to pop that skinny-dipping cherry with me, Captain?” My lip tingles as I not-so-subtly bite it. His fists unclench and a wicked grin replaces the tension that painted his face seconds ago.
“Well, this isn’t fun anymore,” Harlan groans, taking another hard seltzer from the open pack.
“Yep, I’m ready for bed. See you all tomorrow.” Blaine leaves the patio.
A few guys linger behind with Sydney, chatting and drinking their seltzers. Clearly not taking anything I said to heart, Tyler is one of them.
“Let’s cross skinny-dipping off the bucket list.” Lucas grabs my hand, holding the towels in the other, as we run down the beach.
“Sorry to be possessive,” Lucas starts as we get to the edge of the water.
“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s not like I want to be naked in front of our friends!” Pulling Lucas to me, I start to unbutton the rest of his shirt. “And I certainly don’t want my friends or anyone for that matter drooling over you.”
He flings his shirt into the sand. I pull my black swim cover up over my head, throwing it on the sand next to his shirt.
“I don’t mind when you’re possessive.” I slide my shorts off. “If I’m being honest . . . it’s kind of a turn on.”
“Good.”
“Good,” I agree, untying my bikini top, letting it fall to the beach. Lucas eyes widen as he takes in my bare chest, my nipples hardening with the cool breeze.
“In that case,” he growls against my lips before claiming them with his own as he takes off his boxers and swim trunks in one fell swoop. “You are mine.”
Chapter six
Lucas
The crash of the ocean waves creates a perfect song for our night—a soundtrack just for Laur and me. The idea of this moment has played on repeat in my head the last few hours ever since I mentioned never skinny dipping. Sure, it was a great way to throw off our friends from overhearing our intimate conversation, but it somehow worked in our favor much more than I expected.
My lips are still locked against hers as I pull her perfect body against mine, lightly dragging my fingers along her soft skin to the top of her red swimsuit bottoms that she still has on. Slowly, I trace the outline of them against her hips, toying with the little strings keeping it in place, causing Laur’s body to shudder with anticipation.
“I’ll take them off myself if you keep taking your sweet time,” she threatens in my ear. A biting heat dances along my neck as her teeth meet the soft flesh, quickly soothed by the softness of her lips.
My knees hit the sand in front of her, slowly and sensually kissing along the fabric of her bikini bottoms. I slide my hand inside them. A quiet moan slips through Laur’s lips when my fingers find her sweet bud. My thumb strokes her clit left to right, gradually increasing speed and pressure. More sounds of delight tumble from her mouth as friction builds between her legs. She squeezes her thighs together, squirming in pleasure. With my other hand, I untie one side of her bikini. My eyes trail the red fabric as it falls from her and onto the wet sand.
My desire is torn between wanting to continue to pleasure her and wanting to admire her standing fully naked on the beach. I effortlesslyslide two fingers inside her tight slit. Her eagerness for me is evident in how slick and wet she is. My cock pulses in response. My tongue craves the musky, delicious taste of her desire. A low, quiet growl escapes me as I swipe my tongue across her center. It takes every single ounce of willpower not to devour her pussy right this second and send her into total bliss.
“I need to look at you,” I tell her as I stand.
My cock twitches as my eyes fully take in every inch of her beauty. She’s panting and out of breath. A wild longing clouds her blue eyes. I battle with my self-control, forcing myself not to automatically wrap my hand around my cock at the sight of her. I’m so in awe I can’t help but lean in closer to her. The silver glow from the moon glistens against her perky bare breasts, while her dark hair delicately reflects the starlight, like a radiant goddess of the night sky.
“The moonlight suits you,” I whisper against her lips before they lock with mine in a fervent, heated kiss.
“You suit me,” she responds in a sultry and velvety voice.
“Yes, yes, you do.”
“But . . .”
Pulling back, I raise an eyebrow at her. “But what?”
“As much as I want you to bend me over right here, right now,” her tone is a low alluring whisper, each word laced with temptation. “We aren’t completing our dare, and I am not someone who backs down from a challenge.”
Before I can get a word out, Laur rushes into the water and starts to swim. A breathy exhale leaves me as I shake my head, baffled. My girl never ceases to surprise me. What a tease.
