He seems to hesitate again.
He moves to my legs and feet then, rubbing cream from the backs of my knees down my calves to my feet.He spends a few moments on the ball of each foot, where I certainly don’t need any sunblock, and then moves his hands slowly back upward, and I squirm as they touch the backs of my knees, and then he slides his hands higher up my thighs.
“Matt, this is a bit...I don’t want to say...um...”I’m scrambling for words that are noteroticorsexy.
“I’m just applying sunscreen,” he says, running a hand to the top of my thigh now.He stops for a moment and moves his hand slowly over my ass and up to my lower back.I gasp at the intimacy of it.“Is that enough?”
“Um, maybe....What on earth will Jasper say?”I try to be serious, but I’m also gasping into the towel.
“He’ll sayyes,” says Matt.“He’s just making us sweat.”
“I mean if he comes down to the beach and sees this.”
“This?” Matt says, teasingly.“I thought we were focusing on work?”
I flush with embarrassment.On the one hand, I’m pushing him away, telling him to focus on work, and on the other hand, I’m letting him move his hands across me in a way that would get most people sent to the human resources department.I’m the definition of a mess.
I’m aware now, although my face is turned away from him, that Matt is lying right beside me, and has propped himself up on his elbow.His hand doesn’t move from my lower back, and I find myself sinking into the possessive, protective feeling of it.
“It’s so chill to be with you, away from all the fucking paps and the press.”
“Only the sharks and crabs to bother you,” I say.
His hand moves up to my shoulders and then back down to my lower back, slowly circling as he finds my ass again.
“For the love of god.”
“Yes?”he says, laughing.“I can’t help it.It’s such a great ass.”
“Matt,” I say, weakly.
“Also, you can never be too sun safe,” he says.
And then his hand reaches between the tops of my thighs and stills, his finger just millimeters from touching the edge of my bathers.“Matt,” I scold into the towel.
I freeze.I don’t move a muscle.
If he moves it just a breath higher, he will be dangerously close to touching me in a way that cannot be explained bysunscreen application.
“Want me to stop?”he says into my ear as his fingers squeeze my thigh, slick with the oily cream.
I take a long pause.Maybe the longest pause ever.
“No,” I say back to him quietly.
“Good, because it’s impossible,” he says, leaning in toward me, his mouth close to that sensitive spot behind my ear.“I’m trying to focus on work, but you’re so touchable.”
“You’re too much, Matt,” I say, hopelessly losing the battle between my head and my burning fucking desire.He squeezes my thigh again, moving his hand in and out, slowly.
“Okay,” he says, moving his fingers higher so I can feel them on the seam at the edge of my bikini now.“Although...”
“What?”
“I’m not sure I can focus on work with you next to me.Looking like that.”
“We’re not doing this,” I say, glad that he cannot see the tortured smile, my teeth clamped on my lip.
“Touching is allowed, right?”he says, almost pleadingly.
