Turning to give her my back, I held my hair off my neck. Soft hands landed on my shoulders before circling lower, stirring my cock to life as I couldn’t help but imagine other places she could be touching. Stroking. God, her touch was so fucking erotic. Sucking in a deep breath, I willed my cock to settle the fuck down and thought about football, fishing, anything but the way I wanted her naked body pressed against mine.
“All done.” Her voice sounded husky, breathy. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one affected by her rub down.
Turning around I opened my arms so she could get the full effect of my torso. “Front too?”
Her eyes were dark, dilated, and I could tell she was struggling to keep her gaze from dropping. “I think you can handle that yourself, Casanova.”
My antics had gotten me upgraded from Romeo to Casanova. Chuckling, I covered my chest and arms in the cream. My skin rarely burnt, and I never wore sunscreen… unless, of course, I could con a hot chick into putting it on me, but it seemed wise to finish what she’d started. After my skin was protected, I hurried out to the Jeep to grab swim trunks out of my gym bag and went into the restroom to change before rejoining her.
She gave me the once over. “You always keep swim trunks in your car? Or were you planning to come here today?”
“I swim at the gym on the regular, babe. Always have gym clothes on me. Even in my bike’s saddlebags. A body doesn’t stay in this great shape on its own, you know?”
“So humble.” She shook her head at me, but she was smiling, which meant I was making progress. I’d have her eating out of my hand—or off my cock—in no time. Hopefully.
I shrugged. “I don’t lie.”
Ian finished with his customer and joined us. “Do you have any questions? Concerns?”
“Where should we put our things?” Carly asked.
“We usually have customers keep personal items in their vehicles, but for this man…” He beamed me a smile. “We can make an exception. Follow me to the break room and I’ll have you lock it up in the employee lockers.”
He led us into a small kitchen and dining area, taking us to a row of lockers. Carly stuffed her purse in, and I added my wallet and keys. She gripped the hem of her little dress and eyed me skeptically.
“Babe, you ain’t got nuthin’ I haven’t seen before.”
She frowned. “Oh yeah. I forgot what a player you are. Thanks for reminding me.”
Well, that reassurance might have backfired.
She tugged her dress off, revealing a tank top and bikini bottoms suit that showed just a sliver of her flat stomach. Normally the women I hung out with wore string bikinis that left little to the imagination, but somehow, this was sexier, highlighting her understated beauty.
Without looking at me, she folded up her dress and placed it in the locker before closing and locking it. She removed the key and handed it to me, still without eye contact. I clipped the key to my trunks and we followed Ian out of the break room. I closed the gap between me and Carly, leaning over to whisper in her ear, “You’re beautiful, you know that?”
Finally, she met my gaze. “I bet you tell all the girls that.”
“I already told you, I don’t lie. I don’t have time for that shit.”
“Cool, but you might as well give up. You’re not getting in my pants, Wasp.”
“Whoa. Who said anything about getting in your pants? You need to slow your roll, chick. I’m not that kind of guy. I’m wholesome.”
That earned me a chortle. “Yeah, I bet.”
Trent, who’d been walking beside Ian, turned to look at us like he knew we were up to something. We both smiled at him. He eyed us before turning back around and letting Ian try a life jacket on him. Once we were all fitted with jackets, Ian handed us off to his employee, Mark, who walked us through a quick tutorial and helped us get into the kayak before giving us our paddles and setting us free.
As we paddled away from the boat launch, Trent was grinning from ear-to-ear. He sat between me and Carly, facing me, dipping his paddle in the water to row one side, then the next. “Is this the right way?” he asked.
“Yep. Good job, buddy. You keep that up, we’re gonna be flying across the channel.”
His eyes widened, and he looked from one side of the boat to the next. “Flying? Like an airplane? But there’s no wings.”
“He’s very literal,” Carly explained.
“I noticed.” I dipped my own paddle in, propelling us forward. “Flying as in going fast.”
“Oh.”
