I shrugged, and slid my hand back down his thigh. “As long as you’ve been gone.”
His eyes scanned my body. “Won’t you burn?”
“I’m wearing sunscreen.”
He picked up the sunblock from the side table and examined it. When he seemed to deem it suitable, he held it out to me. “Put more on.”
I pouted. “But I’m trying to get a tan.”
“You’re beautiful the way you are. This shit,” he waved in the general direction of the sun, “causes skin cancer.”
“But—”
“More,” he cut me off.
I sighed and took it from him. I squirted some onto my stomach and chest and began to rub it in, careful not to miss anywhere that might give me funny tan lines. I lifted the band of my bottoms and smoothed it under. When I looked up, David watched from under heavy lids.
“Perv!” I cried. “You just want to ogle me as I slather it on.”
He grinned. “A perk.”
Aperkif he got to act on what he saw. But since he’d imposed abstinence on us, and was trying to be good . . . that meant I got to have a little fun.
I took my time massaging a handful of lotion over my thighs. “Gosh, it’s going to be a long few days, isn’t it?” I lifted my left leg, rubbed down my shin, and made my way back up.
With a small growl, he adjusted his shorts. “Give me that,” he demanded impatiently.
“I’m not finished.”
“Now, Olivia.”
Without looking up, I passed him the bottle.
“Sit up.”
I obeyed, leaning forward and wrapping my arms around my knees.
He threw a long leg over the width of the chair and sat behind me. I dropped my forehead on my knees and sighed while he massaged sunscreen onto my back. He tugged on the tie and let the strings drop. With my breasts pressed against my thighs, I held my bikini top in place.
Even after he’d run out of sunscreen, he continued to knead my skin. His muscular hands pushed into me hard, but I suspected he wasn’t even using half his strength. I groaned into the ache as he worked my shoulders and then up my neck. He inched forward, closing any space between us, his erection digging into my lower back.
I bit into my knee, already wet in my bikini bottoms. He swept my hair over one shoulder and pressed his lips to the top of my spine. His hands slipped between my chest and thighs to cup my breasts while he kissed the length of my neck.
“Are you feeling me up in my dad’s house?” I whispered.
“Mhm.” My nipples tightened under the gentle force of his fingers. “I’d give anything to be inside you right now,” he said into my ear. I sucked in a sharp breath just as his hands fell away to retie my bikini.
“Wait, no.” I groaned into my knees. “Don’t stop.”
“Sorry,” he said, tightening the bow. “I don’t trust myself one second longer.”
In one motion he was standing beside me again.
Despite my frustration, I grinned when I glanced at his tented shorts. “Honey,” I said, “can’t you do something about that? My dad could be back any second.”
“Shit.”
“Pool?” I suggested.
